Picking up Shelley’s office meme, here are some pics and narrative on my office space. These were taken without the slightest attempt to straighten or dust.
First, the “where I sit” view:
The left-most monitor is connected to a Dell server running Windows Server 2003 underneath the custom desk (hiding behind a ton of junk — and I wonder why the case fans keep going out). Beside the monitor sits an HP 7310 All-in-One, networked.
The second monitor is connected to an old AMD K6 underneath running Debian Linux.
The black monitor is connected to a Dell P4 underneath running Windows XP SP2. That’s where I do most of my work and all of my blogging (for now). I usually sit in the chair on the right.
Signature green sweatshirt thrown carelessly on spare office chair. Too hot in here today.
The window looks out over a stone wall to the cedars and hemlocks that curtain our property from all neighbors and provide a home for woodland creatures. Beneath the window and behind the pile of paper junk sits an old mantel clock that was awarded to my grandmother on her retirement from teaching high school English, “For Unselfish Devotion to Education”.
The right-most monitor is connected to another Dell P4 underneath that belongs to a customer of mine. Also running XP SP2.
Linksys WRT54GX wireless router at the end of the desk covers the entire house in 802.11g at 108 Mpbs without a glitch.
On around to the right, another window looks over the deck and spa towards the sauna. Beneath it sits a filing cabinet with obligatory microwave and box of green tea.
Dark grey cabinet filled with disks, books, boxes of cables and spare hardware. I’d show you how neatly that’s all organized, but it isn’t.
Lighting on this pic sucks, but moving again to the right we have the sliding door onto the deck facing the main house — and an old mirror, in which is reflected part of our second pic above and two IonicBreezes.
Why the mirror? This is the only wall in the entire house where it would fit and be out of harm’s way. Here’s a better picture of it:
This mirror has a story. My wife’s father picked up the frame at a sale somewhere in New Jersey, maybe 50-odd years ago. He got a glass made for it, and then he wanted to cover the frame in gold leaf. He found an expert in gold leaf and asked him what he would charge to do the job.
The man replied, “I am an old man. I have no remaining family to carry on my life or my work. When I’m gone that’s all the world will know of me. I’ll gold-leaf this beautiful mirror for you at no charge. All I ask is that whenever someone remarks on the mirror, you tell them that I did this for you as a labor of love, and mention my name.”
So here in the age of the Internet I can now tell his story to the entire world.
Only one problem: my father-in-law can’t remember the man’s name.
What does your office look like?