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July 12, 2006
Office Job
Sounds of traffic several stories below, bulletin boards with notecards hanging from the walls, Dylan and Danny Elfman adding a touch of familiarity; after years of having trouble maintaining focus at my desk at home, I'm now working out of an office. Surprisingly, for the time being, it doesn't feel like a trap. It's a nice change of pace - a place to get things done. Creativity knows no bounds, but neither do distractions, and until they begin to seep through these oblong walls, I'm enjoying a nice case of 7th floor tunnel vision. Of course, the fact that I'm writing this (my 500th post!) here probably is indicative of things to come...
One of these days, I'll catalog all the things I've been working on. Actually, I probably won't. It's a shifting mass of projects, all vying for attention, some more than others; this past week, I've been spending my nights and early mornings finishing up a script for Jim (my way of paying rent). I think it's just about done, which means I can finally return to my decomposing piece, which I'm growing increasingly passionate about. As I predicted, that Susan Sontag text has given me some incredibly valuable perspectives on the subject matter.
(As for the book itself, I think the most extrordinary thing about it, aside from the subject matter itself, is the way she deals so lucidly and comprehensively with her subject - photography - without ever relying on a single actual photograph to illustrate and support her discourse. It's almost daunting - I feel like I shouldn't even try to ever write that well. But of course I will.)
Another plus about the office: air conditioning!
Posted by David Lowery at July 12, 2006 05:04 PM
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So, where's the office? What is the view like? How does it smell? What are the colors on the walls, the floor, the color temperature of the lamps? I'm asking because I've always felt (whenever I've tried out the office working space) that offices distract so little that I become distracted by the fact that nothing distracts me. This is something very individual for sure, but to me - the balance is key - enough distractions to inspire for unknown paths, and enough order to keep walking down those paths.
(....says a guy who's cuttin' a version of OUTLAW SON within' the ultimate chaos that is Istanbul, whatever magic or creative suicide that might bring.)
Posted by: Karsten at July 13, 2006 11:00 AM
The office is in a lovely old building on Wilshire and La Brea. As for the other details...I haven't absorbed them all yet. The blinds have stayed down, and the art on the walls has distracted me from the walls themselves. I'm sure by this time next week, however, that I'll be bored stiff by the place, and anxious to get back to the kitchen table I'm writing at now. Maybe fluctuating locations is the key...
I hope the editing is going well. I've been meaning to get in touch with you for the past week or so, just to see how you're doing...
Posted by: Ghostboy at July 14, 2006 04:47 AM