>>>we decided we should have our own DAR newspaper- I think we made Gaugs the editor, though he never admitted it- because we thought that the things that are important to us are those that have little interest for the rest of the world.<<<
Yes. I DO remember that. I thought of it just recently, maybe the day after we here saw the Freedom Train. Hee hee. And no, I never admitted who might be editor? But I designed, tho I perhaps never reported it, or maybe did ~ an entire office floor for him/her.
Uhm, the word that made me remember was LOCO MOTIVE, which for some STUPID reason I thought made a nice title for the paper (not my forte) ~ but I thought the racing steaming locomotive was kind of a nice dynamic. Theme. Besides the entendre. (I spose that could be the Ulterior Motive.)
So I planned a "hubbed" office, like an antique (spoked) rail wheel, with the editors desk at the center, all on a general steamin'-rollin'-railroad theme. I like my Expresses Oriented. (One must have suitable Architecture.) You each got Very Nice Offices, all with outside windows and a sitting court. Basically a pie, but with that circular hub in the center, toward which the funnel shape of your suites uhm....."funneled."
So the shapes, the architecture plan/layout itself, dictated or mimicked the flow of ideas. Which originate in the garden court or outside World, come in thru your parking space and its private gate/entrance (each of your writers' suites), get composed in your truncated pie slice, and then funneled to the center, where the editor gathers and collates. And stamps. He stamps it too. He likes stamps. I just need to think of something for the stamp to say.
It was pretty nice; I mean I liked it; because I like to work inside a circle. It's easy. So the Ed desk would be a ring, with a rolling chair inside it, and I could spin round and face each one of your doors, when you popped out with a "Eureka! The idea of the century!"
I would like to do it someplace with dry weather and sage brush, because you are the sage brushes.
(Really. Can you see how bizarre Paul is?) (I just love the smell of desert sage in a storm.) (Nay, palm in the morning.) It creates a mental clarity. (It's anti-haze.)
We do a lot of research and write funny and important things. It all goes out thru newmatic tubes to somewhere they print it. Oh sure, I could use a T1 line, but I want a pneumotube to play with. Whoosh. They really suck. I spent time as a tot in the stores of SC fascinated by them. Really fascinated.
So viewed from the sky or a juniper tower, we are a wheel rolling along the line of time.
Also draws on the Khajuraho Hindu Wheel of Time thingy. Vaguely. Ya see. Vaguely, because otherwise everyone would be in their offices screwing like bunnies.
Yes, I had that office, the offices of The Loco Motive, figured out; but I have forgotten most of the clever details. (This is why designers use paper.) (And, importantly, pencils.)
But then, what possible reason could there be to remember? Are we going into the publishing business? Do we NEED offices of The Loco Motive? I think Paul just likes Neat Projects.
I just pictured myself in that tilty-this-way and tilty-that chair, and having the excitement of you guys popping out of your doors with papers in hand jumping up and down. Bubbling. Burbling. Yah. That sensation of contributions coming in to that, were what designed the shape. It is, essentially, or metaphorically, an exact replica of how I see our individual interface with SI. Laid out. In 3D. A dozen different personalities come from all over the place to pool things into my monitor, where I can see them all . That makes each of us the center, the hub, of our own wheels.
BTW, I don't know anything about editing, so I'm just the Editor who says, "Great, Jimmy! GO with it!!!" And then has a cup o coffee. I'm good at encouragement and understanding and getting all excited, which MAY be good for CONTENT. Who knows. But actual editing.... well, maybe, if I took it home. :o)
Really, a pretty nice dream.
With doors and windows.
Which is how I imagine things.
BTW2, my imagination has been uhm splurting lately. I can't think of a word. What does imagination do? Fly? Dance? Carry away? No ~ I think myne does something on the order of splurting. Like when a sewer backs up and water comes out of those round holes in the manhole covers.
I THINK this may be because they've given me enough pain medication I can get out and tolerate work some hours. Like, YIPPEE!!
I like to work, but I haven't been able to do it much for fourteen years. I know it's close to that, because I have an unfinished building that has been Permitted twice by the City, and still sits vacant and unfinished, and by golly, I'm only a cpl months from being ready to try finishing it. Yowza. Whew. A couple of years from now I could be "caught up." Wow!! I can't believe it.
So, anyway, that makes my imagination act up. It's very act-y. Well, that, and the drugs.
God bless drugs. Really. The pain inhibitors, specifically.
Okay, well, I need to go back to work. I agree with Justin; a book about supermarkets, or maybe a curriculum course, for America, would be most welcome.
A book of any type, with your Lust For Life (I know somebody already used that one), would be wonderful. I think people, well me, I do, so I assume it's similar, think it's very pleasant, like cinnamon, to follow you around in your life.
BTW3, I told Techie The Martian about your CW the wandering robot guy, and he immediately launched into the Mars Robotic Wanderers, and had questions mechanical and practical for CW. I said I would forward your post about your visit to campus, which was fun reading.
They must be giving me that herb - what is it - oh,
Blabbermouth.
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