Today I was still under the influence of this flu (that in Italian is influenza, the same as influence), so I decided to take pictures of my office (shouldn't I had to work ? Yes, but...). And that's the result. Bad quality, but...
This is what I see from my window. A tree, a parking lot (always full when I
need it :) and SRI buildings (at lunch time there are always students
playing basketball and hockey).
I really see more (not too much different from this), but this is the only
thing I could get with this camera.
My
desk, in one of the 2 possible states, full of junk (sometime I clean it
up completely, I love have it in order - but it never last for too long).
The picture is a reproduction of a Picasso (The Pigeons).
I like the colors
(sorry, but that's the only picture I could took ): And from my desk I
see the entrance to my office, as Feng-Shui recommend. Another thing you
can notice, my anatomic right handed mouse, on the left side. I'm left
handed, but now I'm pretty confortable with the buttons in the "right"
way (why "right" have to mean "correct" and "left"
have to mean "bad" ?): And every time a "right" person
come to use my machine, he is great difficulty (: the revenge of the "left"
:)
In
front of my dek, the bookshelf (now is worst than my desk), with the poor
plant I always forget to give water. But it seems she is stronger than
me.
My computer,
with a big screen and a lot of windows open (make good use of the space).
And my hand that's trying to click and get this picture (so, if you look
very well, you will see the image repeating infinite times in the small
window - that's why it took so long to take this picture :)
And
here, the Picasso reproduction again, the black cat I got for Halloween
(who said black cats bring bad luck ?) and a calendar from last year (I
didn't find anything I like this year, so my life stopped Dec. 31st 1995).
Sorry? What are you saying? Who's that person ? I wasn't able to have him going away from my picture. He kept saying he had to be there to operate the computer.
Ok. Ok. I confess. It's me staring at the mirror.
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