Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Half wall under a piercing fluorescent glacier.
One nation indivisible, under a server.
Bet the over-under on a curver.
Time reduces to a paycheck.

It's not so bad.
You gotta get up early at least.
Like the Marines, it'll make a killer outta ya,
eventually, if I could get my e-mail back.
Somebody messed with my e-mail.
The server's gone bad.

technology is tougher than a Green Beret...it''ll whip you every time,
bring you to your knees begging for a clear connection....I'm considering my next job, currently...and Hermit has been coming in
pretty strongly.....enjoyed the journey here, mnaz........

ya gotta eat and have a place 2 sleep.....and let's not forget the connection.......

I laughed & laughed & laughed...

Ahh, the half-enclosed work-station under a piercing glacier... What did the "Gen. X" author call them? "Veal fattening pens", or something like that. God I hated that book; it dissed Nevada. Not that the half-walled work-stations have all that much going for them, for they are found lacking in obvious ways. I've been watching myself since I agreed to one. It truly strains the credibility of "human experience", but at least I got a window seat. Right next to a bus stop. That gets interesting.

This reader longs for that cubicle.
H

So did this reader.

Of course the workhole is one thing,
and the work itself is a separate issue.
Gotta find the right work eventually.
No small opportunity. Is this it?

this whole thread reminds me.
but i'm not living in reminders.
i guess i'm okay. today anyway.

"right next to a bus stop" - God bless, I can't wait to see the poems that come from your perch there by that bus stop, mnaz, what a fortunate seat! You're the deer hunter in his tree stand - may your eye be true, your bow arm steady, your arrows swift, - feast! feast!

mnaz...i used to sit in one such cubicle with the top half of the walls made of glass. i called it "the fishtank". i was blowing bubbles in that fishtank for 5 years watching my soul dry out and die a little more each day. i don't think i can ever do that again...voluntarily, i mean. of course if i have to...survival is a bitch, yes?

and the e-mail thing...tecnology has become this god and sometimes it feels like we are nothing without it. if the e-mail is down, we are stuck in disconnection-hell. how many movies are there of computers taking over the world...and here we are still waiting for it to happen or laughing and saying it never will when it already did...imagine a world without computers...how everything would come to a standstill and how sad would it be if we had trouble finding our foothold in this world again and sadder yet, losing all that we've achieved with machines and having to do it all over again because it actually makes the world easier to navigate.

i hear your frustration...

I'm only doing it till I find something else.
I'm only doing it till I find something else.
I'm only doing it till I find something else.

I didn't choose this lifestyle, it chose me...
(yeah).

"blowing bubbles in that fish tank"... that's great!

And yes, technology is god. And a temperamental one.
The world did not exist before computers.

hell, if you say it enough...

or maybe i should say that too will pass...heh


temperamental is correct. i think it did, we just forgot how it was done. BUT the world is indeed a much smaller place because of it, yes?