This blog entry is brought to you by my intense desire not to clean my workspace, which I badly need to do in order to make further progress on my talk for next week. It’s one of those things: I think I’m just getting on top of all these administativa and my seminar is going well, and then I take a look around my workspace and think “holy shit what a mess!”
The thing I hate about cleaning is paper. I have so much of it, and no matter how I try to organize it, it is never organized enough, there is never the right place for the right document. And so the paper accumulates and then eventually gets in the way. It’s well documented that the electronic fantasy of the paperless office has actually led to the proliferation of paper in knowledge-work work spaces, of which professors’ offices and home offices are a part.
Anyway, here’s the before picture. Take it as metonymic for my experience of September.
The Smoking Section, which I was reading just before I decided to break the silence here. Warning: it’s exquisitely written but also pretty raw. She’s having a rough life these days.
I’ll update with an “after” picture when there is one.