My Home is a Desklamp Graveyard

I went to architecture school in the mid-90's, so, I was there at the confluence of the smoking experimentation of halogen desk lamps, which coincided with the ushering-in of the CAD era. In my program, we still spent most of our time at drafting tables, drawing, under desklamps. Oh, I had them all. As for the halogen ones. I had both the light spaceship one and the "curry brush" one that actually dries out the paper under it until it warps. But at least your hands stay warm.
As I explained in my last post, I've been drawing again, an interest rekindled after moving all my portfolios and oversized stationery around for a baseboard treatment.
But desklamps are endlessly breaking -- or should I say, are always in a state of disrepair, here. I have two in my car; one's the exact kind on the secretaries' desks in Mad Men, the other is an IKEA model in which the switch got too tight to turn -- I took it to Home Depot, and, standing in the switch aisle, I discovered both that it started working again, and, there was a slight alteration in the switch area that made the lamp non-standard, in terms of replacement parts. Well, so ...
Since my drawing recommenced, the lamp I was using, the big curry brush halogen, stopped turning on. I had been taking notes of where to find cheap desklamps; deciding maybe I should look on them like a commodity, like those big packages of toilet paper you buy every quarter; I could maybe just budget four lamps a year ...