Keyboard tap tap tap, copy machine, general buzz of all the cubes in the cube farm, people next door whose voices I know all too well since they NEVER SHUT UP.

Nothing. A hum of a fridge, the whisper of my computer. Outside, a faraway mutter of traffic.
The loudest noise heard whilst typing this is the sound of me typing and a single click-ummmm of my boiler.

SpongeBob Underwater Sun. You can hear it hear, if you like torture.

Traffic outside on Morris Park Ave, jackhammers, the phone ringing in my boss's office.

The interminable sounds of on-hold music.

Birds and music and vast calm.

If you'd been at Hain's Point at lunch time, you'd have heard me serenading the MrsMoonPie. Our first date was 6 years ago, and I learned "Here Comes the Sun" for her as a present.

Now, though, all I hear is the gentle hum of the fan under my desk. For being so close to so much cool stuff, my office is boring.

My iTunes (curve "polaroid") and--blissfully--silence from the EMPTY office next door.

Traffic, traffic, nothing but traffic. Occasionally, it pauses for a brief moment, like a gasp for clear air, as the traffic signal indicates a change in tempo at the singular moment when flow shifts the other way.

My video card fan spinning up - it sounds like an airplane. Hopefully, it burns out so I can requisition another one.

Computer fan (it's on my desk, not under it), weekday downtown traffic noise, a prop. airplane, some guys from the city public works department blocking this side street with idling trucks while they do something to the water or sewer lines.

Pandora - currently, the Jam - the fan thing wafting freezing or broiling air through the vent over my head, my computer keys tap tap tapping away their lonely soliloquy of time wasted, life spent and eventual heat death and my boss' computer keys also tapping, although far less poignantly. And the big printer just started into its printing whizz, zoom, whump whump cycle. Oh hey, also, boss just answered her cell phone.

Office noises. Me blowing my allergy-addled nose. Hail on the skylight.

iPod: Days Go By (Dirty Vegas Acoustic Mix) by Steve Osborne

Coworker: Crunching on an apple and bouncing his leg such that the rivets on his boots click click click click ARGH.

Computer fan, distant TV and now my typing.

Traffic outside and the person in the next hotel room having a shower.

Dogs barking, grackles squawking, wind in the leaves, a mourning dove, a cardinal, white-throated sparrow soon to be migrating away, distant traffic.

Several My Morning Jacket albums. New album in June! Woo!

k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK goes the bulk scanner, two or three hundred feeds at a go and then a chaste BEEEP and silence.

Someone coughed.

I hear paper moving against paper. Someone is sorting something.

The riser on the other bulk scanner just kicked in: T minus six seconds till double k-SHUNKery.

Yes, there it is: k-SHUNakashunka k-SHUNakashunka k-SHUNakashunka k-SHUNakashunka k-SHUNaka BEEEP k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK k-SHUNK

Birds at my feeders, the occasional passing neighbor, and the occasional passing car.

a bad flourescent ballast, HVAC ductwork droning, the north parking lot door going kr-sqeEEeek-tock! behind me, the *beeps* that all the badge keyreaders make on all the various doors on the multiple levels of our RA building, 2 chemists on the mezzanine up above me quietly discussing sample results, random disjointed conversations dopplering along the walkways, my colleague's infectious laugh, keys jingling, high heels tapping, and the peculiar soft, breathy noise the airlock to the QC pures area makes (sssschlck) when someone badges in.

I work in an open 3-story atrium cube farm, with 2 mezzanine "catwalk" levels on one side that lead to all our (access-controlled) QC/RA labs. So it's sort of 5 floors, but sorta not (weird floorplan). I kinda like the constant low-threshold bustle, though. Most of my colleagues are considerate; it's an unwritten, understood rule that you don't use ringtones, holler across the mezzanines, or have loud conversations in the halls of this place due to the echo-y nature of it, but the constant presence of a moderate amount of noise actually makes it easier for me to concentrate than a completely silent area.

The conversation of a couple of people walking past my desk, the hum of the air system, and the bell of the elevator. Oh, and the constant ringing in my right ear, but that's been there since I was about 14 so I don't usually pay it much mind.

Some bozo with his thumpa thumpa hip hop sh!t stereo cranked up.

I can't wait to sell this house. :/

The TV in the next room playing some real-estate-porn show pips is watching and the Replacements' 'Left Of The Dial,' blaring from my speakers and Bugles crunching in my mouth.

Bubbling from the turtle tank filter.

Nothin' but the rain.

The sound of the fan whirling overhead.
The television downstairs.
Mom in the bathroom.