Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Pent Umbrage of the Tempy, Part XXVIII

You have to remember a lot of things in order to evaluate what you are talking about.

You have to remember the beauty of what was going on in the dynamic order of the printing presses, as they churned out what you and everyone else needed to know.

These printing presses were not public printing presses. They were geared to the organization of The Firm and of The Firm only. Nevertheless, they conveyed an openness and a heartfelt endorsement of care seldom, or even NEVER seen, nowadays.

If you had even the slightest sentiment something was happening whichyour readership would benefit in knowing, you were on it. They'd get the full report, as clearly as possible. Every sentima or angstrom of urgency, you'd transmit. Without delay, without schedule, without premeditation, without public opinion poll or market survey. You'd want your public (a circumscribed public--you were never deceiving yourself of this, or anyone else. Certainly none of your defined readership would be deceived (undefined.)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Pent Umbrage of the Tempy, Part XXIX

You want to discuss something as simple as "comfort." That's as far as you want to go.

You were down there on the shop floor, chomping your cigar, sweating, giving orders and obeying orders of harsh deadlines in your head all the time, and because it didn't matter if you were happy or not, you were happy.

Everything everyone did down there was public, including farting and the epidemic diarrhea cuzzed by too much the night before, as the public inflicted with privates charged all too abruptly to the restroom, and it was understood. It was an odd overlap of public and private, ensured by the importance of much more interesting things going on in the work, on the shop floor.

Now you have this office, this windowless office, and virtual privacy in abundance. You can't enjoy it at all unless you huddle down against the air vent, to smoke, illicitly, your cigar. Which you never chomp down on any more.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

The Pent Umbrage of the Tempy,Part XXVI