Sitting On The Edge
You don’t need to know this, but isn’t that as good a definition of the entire site as any?
Wandering around Kansas City, whenever I see a chair - of any description - in my head I give it the twenty-four-seven test.
Because inspired by the Intensive Farming methods of countries with limited resources, for some time now I have indulged in the practice of intensive sitting.
My computing set-up in the home is comprised of a computer chair that somebody very kind once helped me procure, and a standard office desk that somebody else very kind got for me.
Well that’s what is was for the first couple of months after getting those items of furniture. However such is the life of working through most nights, and of eating, drinking, sleeping and being entertained as well as actually working, all from the position of sitting on the same chair, well it didn’t take too long for the chair to lose its back.
Not to worry, it still functions as a computer stool, I told myself as I swiveled in celebration and raised myself up another inch if only to raise the stakes for another fall. And not being able to lean back keeps one alert.
That was two years ago, and so it has been with any chairs that have entered Towers gan Fheile. Prior to the birth of the computer stool I had a dining chair that eventually collapsed, as had a camping chair, a large antique with leather upholstry, and a straighforward wooden desk chair.
Lest you be confused I am not the heaviest person in the world; I just spend more time than most in one position. Overweight since America and my digestive system first embraced each other I’m still no more than about fourteen stone.
Well a couple of hours ago the plastic frame that holds the cushion of the computer stool snapped. Much like my recent bicycle pedal snapping I picked myself up and said, wow I wasn’t expecting that. And neither was the dog.
Anyway there is still enough room for my petite buttocks to balance on what is left, and I suppose that position keeps one even more alert so expect an increase in quality of my work.
There’s no great reason for me telling you any of this; I just wanted to share. I mean chair. I mean share.
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• How I put the Irish Press out of business
• Growing up in Dublin with U2
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