Cuberats: What do you have decorating the walls of your cube? Other interesting items lying about?

I like to think I've got a pretty eclectic cube.

On the walls:
A photo of Dick Cheney waving and smiling with the words "Thanks a Million!" written on it. (Obviously, a joke given to me from a co-worker.)

Buttons featuring Bob Dylan, Michael Franti and a quote from Kurt Vonnegut: "We could have saved the Earth, but we were too damned cheap."

A tiny baggie with a little label reading "Free Dope Art" (the work of a local artist).

An evil eye that I bought in Istanbul, and some worry beads I bought in Athens.

My wall o' writers w/ guns, featuring pictures of Hunter Thompson, Ernest Hemingway and William S. Burroughs carrying firearms, all surrounding a poster of Thompson's "Gonzo" emblem that also features the quote "It never got weird enough for me."

A postcard a friend sent me that reads "The new soundtrack to your new life has just arrived. Punch the air!" (He sent it along with a mix CD of his favorite songs.)

On my desk:
One alligator head, real
One human skull, fake, with an American flag planted in the top of it.
One can, Pabst Blue Ribbon
One half-pint, Jack Daniel's
One quarter-pint, Tullamore Dew
A geode
A small statue from Hawaii
A pewter dragon
A magic 8-ball
A paperweight featuring a scorpion, real, encased in plastic
Mounds of books and CDs, and the usual office supplies -- computer, stapler, scissors, pens, etc.


That about sums it up. How 'bout you?

Three framed pictures from the Red Sox 2004 Season
Two pictures from my SIL of African Art that she had later made into quilts
A plaque given to me because I am a good boy in the office
A t-shirt autographed by members of the NE Pats

On my desk the normal- Pic of my wife, Pics of my kids (well one of them when they were like 2 and 4 yo plus an elementry school pic of both), and an African Fertility God/dess statue.

:thumbsup:

but they are generally a boring lot.

Only the track lighting above still needs to be installed.

Very nice. :thumbsup:

I tell Heidi. ;)

All the Hunter S. Thompson stuff is usually sprawled over my desk ... Including signed books by Ralph Steadman.

:hi:

is spank CMW soundly for braggin' about his signed Steadman books, as well as his distracting fixation on HST's writing, which occupies not only much of his desk, but also much of his Kindle. :rofl:

although I will say I've gotten away from the man's writing a lot in the last few years. More and more, I'm convinced that his useful career ended at about the time he went to Africa to cover the Rumble in the Jungle and, instead of covering the boxing match, played hooky and got wasted at the hotel pool. Everything after that is pretty much a reiteration of earlier work, though much of it offers the flashes of brilliance, stylistically, that the man reliably tossed out throughout his career.

"...flashes of brilliances...that the man reliably tossed out throughout his career." That was his choice to make as an artist (and I consider him more of an artist than a journalist) but I still find some of his choices sad, somehow. :(

(Says she with the HST sigline.)

and Hunter crossed the edge several times over. That's a surprise to no one, I suppose, but it really is true (at least, as far as I've seen in my own life, writing about bands and whatnot) that while drugs can fuel something as gorgeous as, say, the coda to "Layla," they inevitably lead to a downward spiral in which creative output is hopelessly stymied. And once gone, it's tough to impossible to get back -- just look at the "blah" that defines Eric Clapton's career since he beat the horse.

Basically, it's the old adage -- the star that burns twice as bright burns half as long.

such as the largest open-pit iron mine in the world, Agate Fossil Beds National Monument, and my favorite Woody Guthrie poster ("I hate a song that...").

Items included rocks collected on a visit to Lake Superior with my daughter, a couple Lake Superior agates, and a Viking helmet.

At every job I've ever had, I always have El Lissitzky's eight rules of word design posted on my wall:

I feel like the old Sesame Street song: One of these things is not like the others... :)

...sent to me by a certain favorite someone. :loveya: (Sample countries: French Indochina, Rhodesia, Italian East Africa)


+ Puppy and family photos, coffee cups, and project-oriented cargo pix.

...also Iran (Persia). No Pakistan or Lebanon, either. ("Beyrouth" is in Syria) :hi:

My home office has a set of steer horns at the top of my bookcase, a cohiba glass ashtray, a few empty tequila and rum bottles, 3 beer can koozies, an autographed Clint Eastwood picture, several miscellaneous cigar boxes (some empty, some not), a beer tap handle from Monty Python's Holy (gr)Ail, and it used to have a vertebrae from a right whale, but we kept scratching our legs on it when we walked by it, so it's not in the living room near the aquariums.

How the hell did you come by a vertebrae from a right whale?

not your typical tchotchke, eh?

Birds attacking monkeys, birds attacking foxes, birds attacking small children.

Righteous. :D

:thumbsup:

a wedding pic of me and the wife.

I also have a brain-shaped stress ball - one of my supervisors gave it to me, ostensibly to throw at her to get her attention - which I've never done...it's soft, but that still seems like a bad idea.

I'm boring.

Several model airplanes (A Boeing 787, two DC-9s, two Concordes and a Cessna 172)
A small bust of Dante
A maneki neko cat figurine
A magic 8-ball
A magnet that says "DRINK COFFEE, Do Stupid Things Faster With More Energy"
A narcissus plant
A large stuffed toy rabbit
A number of Dilbert cartoons
A model sailboat
A little green metal box full of paper clips
A cloisonne frog

:hi:

and other assorted beer receptacles of different shapes and sizes.

My personal faves are the postcards from Prague's Museum of Communism. One has a typical Communist propaganda poster with the farm woman and factory man, with the logo: "Opening Late. Closing Early. Annoyingly long lunch break." The other has a similar scene captioned: "The shops seldom had toilet paper. Fortunately, there also wasn't much food."