There is the NSFW acronym. Is there a snappy equivalent for NSFNYT — Not Suitable for the New York Times?
Following up on yesterday’s post on the New York Times “Writer’s Rooms” pictorial – here’s a broader take on my 1990 office. (Thanks for the nudge, Tom Blanton). Joyce Carol Oates would definitely not have been comfy there.
Just seeing that old 1980s-style monitor makes my eyes hurt.
Nice computer desk. My brother bought the same one for our old Tandy 1000HX in 1990. I think it’s still in my parents basement, probably holding my parents many craft projects.
It was actually a very functional layout for an office. Having a writing desk parallel to a computer desk was ideal – -and it made it less likely that the computer would preempt everything.
My dad bought an Apple something-or-other when they came out, and proceeded to write (and print) all of his sermons for decades using the same machine. About the only video game his grandson got to play was some mutant form of Frogger. It served perfectly well as a word processor and document storage device and it wasn’t until he retired that my parents finally upgraded to a Windows machine. With colors.
Re: the NYT writer-thing. Her workspace is the “sanctuary for her soul.” Well, I’ve been to many critter sanctuaries over the years and what they’re full of is interesting nooks and crannies, lots of places to hide, and abundant food sources. Looks to me from her picture that her soul prefers life a little on the Barren Arctic Wasteland side. I’ll bet she’s a hoot at parties.
On the other hand, one glance at the Bovard Memorial Soul Sanctuary And Smoking Room suggests waaaaaay more potential for fun and, other than that Alpha Predator Jackanapes glaring over everything, seems like the perfect place for a soul to spend a comfy day or twenty.
That’s a neat story about your father and his sermons. I have never been fetched by computer games – I am happy to get away from the durn PC…
Something else about that lady touted in the NYTimes “room” piece- her desk did not look sturdy enough for …. Well, she probably wouldn’t use it for that anyhow. She might have feared that would throw her semicolons askew.
That office was quite cozy – and it had room to pace and some old furniture I could kick.
There is not enough alcohol or dark in the world for me to have ever had any interest in throwing her semicolons anywhere, let alone askew.
What if we threw in some free boxes of ammo?
She looks like the type who would always be —- very pensive.
Not even if it was the near-mythical .22LR.
And I’m certain a main reason she’s looking pensive is exactly *because* she’s one of those types who never gets her semicolons skewed. Not that she’d have the slightest interest in skewing.
You are looking at a larval spinster librarian there.
That writing contraption in the picture is probably like what H. L. Mencken used before he got one of those fancy Underwood machines.
I dunno – was the color green even INVENTED that far back?
I shudder to think how that green tint might have affected Mencken’s style.