a portrait in landscape
as i sat at my little desk this morning i realized that my environment tells a lot about who i am. i've been thinking a lot lately (thanks to posts by other bloggers, emails i've received, conversations i've had and some good old fashioned 'me' time) about how we discover who we are, and how we're perceived, and how we blend those two realms, and how we ultimately choose to express ourselves. so in looking inward i looked a tiny bit outward, and thought i'd show you guys a slice of my physical space.
ready for the tour?
so we have the computer. sure, it's kind of clunky, but it's all mine, and you can see i have kate hepburn on my desktop, and instant messenger running, because i'm nothing if not an IM junky. of course, my computer boats a tiny tiara on top, a birthday gift from years gone by. i've got the necessary cup of coffee, today in the cup handpainted by ashley
with my name spelled out in sign language. and coffee does go remarkably well with cigarettes. i swear, i don't smoke a lot. just every now and then.
now, one look at the wall in front and the shelf above, and you can certainly see some colorful clutter. i've always wanted to be the girl who could limit herself to tasteful, minimal and relevant displays on the walls, but in my little computing cocoon i like to look up and be reminded of well-wishes and friends and places i've been. there's the token picture of my own feet taken on the beach last year. there's a mountainy shot from mammoth. there are some snaps of me and ashley, of me and bunny, of emeril lagasse serving me breakfast while two radio personalities look on. oh, and the cards! notes from bloggery pals like joe
, secret agent jo
. my latest fave is a 'sent for no reason' card from ash, featuring an artist's rendering of the 22 hour drive between seattle and los angeles. and there's notes to self, and notes from roomies, and report cards and fortune cookie slips. though it didn't make it in the shot, to the left is one branch of the "a-wall
", with a half dozen essays, in-class writings and midterms pinned up, all boasting a's and lovely commentary from the teachers. reminds me to work up to my potential. and my favorite line from a page-a-day calendar, from auntie mame
: "after all, if i can't be myself, who can?" so true, woman, so true.
there's a stack of cd's, just a few i'm in to lately: dannii minogue's neon nights
, bob dylan, beth orton, rufus wainwright, morcheeba, radiohead, blossom dearie and desi arnaz. talk about all over the place!
there are odds and ends, like the batteries to my beloved digital cam that need charging, there's my charming swatch, and a shelf of trinkets assembled over the ages. there's a book: great sex
--for inspiration, i suppose. there's the usual desk-like odds and ends like pens and bills to pay and bookmarks and push pins. there's a magic wand, a teletubbies mousepad, books on writing and improv theatre.
this is where i go first thing: in the moring, when i get home from wherever i've been. it's where i plot my posts, my papers, my emails. where i burn cds, where i peruse online editions of papers around the world, where i read your blogs, and where i do my google-sleuthing. it's where i go to reach out, to be in touch, to be up to date. sometimes it's where i give way to roaring laughter, and sometimes where i sit and quietly cry. i'd say it's where the magic happens, but not only is that totally cliched, but also not true. the magic is in me, and this is one place i let it loose. so read in to it what you will, assess and try to balance what you see with what you get. it's just one kind of picture of your author; it's my portrait in landscape.