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Show 'Lorraine Nelson A Biography. " 111 six months of his free-time. Set to songs by The Stranglers and The Strokes, Gaurkee's two-and-a- half minute short undercuts the type of obsessive dedication necessary for projects like his. It's akin to re-creating the Eiffel Tower or the Hoover Dam from old popsicle sticks. To finish such a project requires a prolonged commitment to goofing off. Not surprisingly, this is exceedingly common in many offices where "free-time" is liberally interpreted. And for obvious reasons, it also pisses-off most business administrators who are paid to make sure employees are using their time "productively." Is this work related? Tina asked while surveying the two-drawer cabinet I'd half-covered in Post-its. Yeah-notes on old print jobs. Just need to recycle the ones I'm done with. It was a clean, casual, unapologetic lie. Of course, if she'd bothered to read even a single one, she'd have seen this. But even in a business like DDS, where so much emphasis is placed on an awareness of the syntactical and grammatical particulars of language, office workers don't have time for anything that falls outside their official purview. We reserved our attention for the small, rectilinear duties we were expected to perform, and usually chose to ignore anything beyond that. s Ok, just have it cleaned up when the new clients come by. No problem, I think I said But I didn't plan on changing a thing. I knew it wouldn't matter. I could have scotch-taped my pants to my head and told her it helped me to catch comma splices and dangling modifiers. I could have invited others to examine my "neutered verb" and announced faulty predication irritated my semicolon. I was irrelevant-and quite possibly invisible to her. I first met Lorraine Nelson while proofing a job for Arizona Automotive Institute, a voc/tech school in Tempe that trained students in auto repair. The Creative Department at DDS would produce documents-usually solicitous pamphlets posing as surveys-designed to stir up interest |
