Personal Blog: I’ve become very attached to this table

I used to sit in all sorts of different places around the coffee shop. I’ve been coming here for over a year and a half now. Ostensibly, to write. Practically, I spend about half of my time not writing. I search the internet. I watch videos.

I write posts like this one which, while technically “Writing,” are not the work I’m actually supposed to be doing.

I used to do all of these things from a variety of vantage points. I would happily accept just about any seat in this building, just so long as I had a seat. But slowly, I began to prefer this little table in the back.

Here are all the things I like about the table I’m sitting at, in no particular order. Should I take a picture of it? Okay.

You’ll notice there’s no picture here.

I just spent five actual minutes trying to take an artistic picture of this table, and failing. No one else in here really noticed. That’s one of the things I like about this table. It’s small, and out of the way. It’s not next to any outlets. It’s in the back, near the closet and the bathrooms.

It’s also right near a giant door/window thing, where I can look outside and see trees and clouds and traffic and life. That would make a better picture!

I just took a picture of the outside. It’s cloudy right now. But the view isn’t actually as spectacular as I made it out to be above. It’s mostly a cement patio with some chairs and umbrellas. There are a few trees though! And some people walked by just now.

A woman just came in and sat at the table I was at five minutes ago. It’s not as good as this table. It’s in the middle of the room, for one, and has track lighting highlighting the wall next to it, which makes patrons sitting there feel like they’re on display. Or at least, it makes me feel like that.

I went on a pilgrimage today. I’ve been in three seats. When I came in things were packed and I had to sit in a non-standard lounge chair without a table. I had to put my MacBook on my lap, and I was looking straight in the direction of other patrons if I looked over the top of it.

Then, I noticed some people leaving so I wandered over here. My favorite table was finally empty…but someone had left a newspaper on it.

Was this a way for them to save the table? Or were they just trying to steal the majesty of the table from others by confusing them with the old left behind newspaper ploy?

So I sat in the track lighting table, and waited it out. After five minutes, no one came for the paper. And now here I am.

I get more done in this table. I like that I can spy on half the room for inspiration without anyone really noticing me. Sometimes I even have meetings with friends at this table.

I really did take the pictures I mentioned earlier in this entry, but sometimes I don’t like pictures. Don’t get me wrong, I love photography and all the things that a picture can provide/do. It’s more the way that pictures and video have pervaded internet consumption. They can be wonderful and more quickly explain things I guess, but sometimes words are good too. I wish the three arts of words, pictures, and video could stand more on their own from time-to-time.

The woman at track lighting table is looking at a chunky HP laptop with a very dour expression on her face. She doesn’t look happy at all. Her laptop is big enough that her coffee has to sit behind the screen.

I partly based my most recent laptop buying decision on the fact that both it and a drink could sit next to each other on this table, for easy access.

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I do radio voice work by day, and write by day and night. I studied film and production. I love audio, design, and music. Also video games.

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