Every now and then in my blogs I mention the Pleasure Dome, meaning my office. Also, on occasion, I reference some of the tasty pieces of electronic equipment and/or objets d'art I've run across and acquired on my travels.
Over time, several people have asked me to post some pictures. The problem is that I'm usually up to my armpits in piles of paper, but every now and then I have a bit of a clear out and manage to make things look a little more respectable. Happily, I am now in a position to rend the veils asunder and reveal all. Let's start with a short video, and then I'll present a few photos of some of the more notable items:
OK, now let's look at some photos. You wouldnít believe how many I took in the first place, but you'll be happy to learn that I discarded most of them. Even so, 20 still remain, but they are all hand-picked and each has an interesting story to tell. If you work your way through to the end, you'll see my Enigma machine followed by yours truly basking in my command chair.
Click the picture below to start the slideshow:
My office is in a building that's owned by a small engineering company called MaxVision. They make some mega-cool rugged transportable workstations. The guy who owns the company is kind enough to allow me to hang my (work) hat here. You can tell this is my office because of the "MAXFIELD" doormat on the floor outside the door. Just to the right of the door we see my antique ASR-33 teletype with integrated paper tape reader/writer. On the floor just inside my office we see the backpack that accompanies me on my travels. On the right-hand wall inside the office we can see some of my bookshelves. In the middle of the picture we see the guest chair facing the outside of my desk.
Do you remember that incredible poem, Kubla Kahn, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge? He completed it in 1797, but it wasn't published until 1816. When I first read this poem, the opening lines sank their hooks into my brain, and they have never let go:
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
The only reason I bring this up is that I usually refer to my office as the Pleasure Dome. I have no idea why I do this -- mayhap some misguided sense of irony -- but whenever I write those words, I find myself reciting Kubla Kahn. In addition to making me happy, this always leaves me wanting to see the pleasure dome Coleridge had in his mind's eye.
So, what do you think? Who among us has the strangest office? Do I win the prize? (What is the prize?)
— Max Maxfield, Editor of All Things Fun & Interesting