If you’ve been to The House of PM, then you know that I live in something of an un-developed warehouse. Back in 2006, I thought I could paint the walls, go crazy personalizing the room, etc. But I’m just a boy. I just unpacked and settled.
My room’s basically a juxtaposition of the old 2nd-floor hallway and a girl’s room. Walls were shifted, making one big room. This is the smaller side, which is the “office” side.
They say the place where you work is a big part of the work process. I gotta love mine — it’s less than 10 feet from where I sleep. (Where most of the imagination and think-work happens.)
Things you could find in the hrudu office:
1. Pencil and paper. This is where almost everything starts. Plus, when I’m bored, I doodle.
2. x-year-old PC. My PC may be a minor in human years, but in PC years, it needs a little catching up. Although it does get the job done. CRT, beybeh!
3. Yosi. Not that people should be proud of their addictions. I’ve noticed that I smoke a bit more now, well, since because I don’t need to get on an elevator, or risk-smoking-near-that-open-window-by-that-bathroom-that-no-one-uses-while-trying-to-blow-out-the-smoke-so-that-I-won’t-trigger-the-smoke-alarms. Yeh.
