Our esteemed colleague Zenpundit has initiated a tournament of the home offices, and tagged me.
How embarrassing.
I don’t even have a home office. I used to, but I had to give it up to a pre-adolescent female child who needed her own room, according to her and her mother. There is a computer at my house which is really my wife’s, and my kids’, more than mine.
Whatever it is worth, that is where I blog from.
If there is a “most pathetic home office” booby prize, perhaps I am in the running for that.
Mark put up a photo of some of his books, so I do the same:
I do have a lot of books, and the couch where I read them is probably the real source of whatever I have put on here over the years, with the computer just being a glorified typewriter.
Rather than tag anyone by name, I will open this up to any ChicagoBoyz contributor who would like to put up a picture of their “BlogDesk”.
The metal folding chair is what makes it. :)
It is about as barebones as it gets. The metal folding chair is one of a set of eight such chairs I got for a dollar each from a bankrupt storefront church in Indiana. It has served me well.
It’s not the look of the fountain, but the taste of the water that quenches a man’s thirst.
Your humble litary fountain has produced many fine posts that have stimulated and satisfied all who travel by.
best.
HG
Sweet library.
Do you ever play the piano in between reading or writing? (Nice library by the way)