Looks like a cluttered computer desk, but to me it is the epicenter of my existence. Like the bridge of the Star Trek Enterprise or the war room of the Pentagon, those sticky notes and tacked-up instructions are the difference between sanity and chaos in my little corner of cyberspace.
What angst and agony they represent: “How to download digital pictures” beginning with step one–PLUG IN CAMERA. Don’t laugh. Technology will eventually surpass everyone’s ability to keep up. I have similar scratch sheets for the scanner, I-pod Shuffle, Recording Audio to CD, Copy & Pasting Word Documents to E-mail, Hulu and Facebook. How to, when to, where to–and what plug is it again?
Stuck with clear tape to the file cabinet are password e-mails for various web sites, so many they look like funky wallpaper. I’m especially fond of the “Why have Aspirin by your bedside?” e-mail that gained a space on the back wall. You never know when that heart attack will strike.
A large map of The Middle East is center stage because I want the geography where I can see it. Why? That piece of territory is the hot button for all global issues.
The clutter says a lot about me. I may not be ordered, but I’m engaged. It’s either tack it up for instant recall, or give up and get out-dated. I’d rather stay connected.