Standing desks and mental flips
For years, I've been telling myself I should get a standing desk. It will be better for my back and shoulders (pain gone away, thank you), better for my weight, better for my circulation, better in all respects. But what held me back was the concept of typing standing up. Will I be able to stand that long? Will my arms hurt? Who would do work like that standing up? I asked myself. Well, as it turns out: me. I did.
I did manual paste-up for years standing at a drafting table, back in the days of cold type, waxers, and razor blades. A fact that only clicked for me when I searched Amazon just now for "standing desk" in Office Products and a bunch of drafting tables came up.
Dear Lord. Why was I unable to recontextualize/recategorize/rethink a drafting table as a standing desk? Manual paste-up, and the now-vanished publishing world that technology was a part of, was a huge slice of my life. And yet I was unable to mentally flip one form of four-legged flat-topped furniture, at which one stands, into another form of four-legged flat-topped furniture, at which one stands. Am I really that mentally inflexible? Is this an age thing? Does this happen all the time to everybody? Readers?
NOTE The nice thing is that there are some reasonably cheap, well-rated old school wooden drafting tables that would be perfect, now that I have performed the mental flip! At Amazon, of course. Sigh. Anyhow, since I do plan to revive campaign countdown (and with a funding model) very shortly, a new desk will be nice way to punctuate a change in my life and work.