and on floor thinking over day, over a beer. Great lecture in English 100, after meetings with co-workers and a positive, energetic, and animated new-hire. I learn from everything. My knowledge addiction doesn’t in anyway diminish or taper. Only exacerbates. AMPLIFIES. Would love to talk to that twit who once accused me of using the word “amplify” incorrectly. Yes, she is a career tech-laden say-in. But I’m one of language and word ties and sentence storms, I know what I’m saying when I it say. And as I said in the wine world, being a literary bloke in its walls, I’m now such in the tech world, making everything around me MINE. From the desk at which I’m based, to the break room in which I was earlier writing, to the carpet, those chairs outside the break room that look like something from 2001 Space Odyssey, or The Jetsons, or Star Wars. Everything is new, Newness for a literary body as I in tech’s step and compositional clef. I watch and see everything, learn from everything. More about the internet and business functionality,
Being new in tech, I don’t feel the intimidation or anything scary or over-my-head that so many said I would head. Nothing like that. Everything invites, teaches, and as an academic I can only see what’s in that office in such a touch. When driving to work this morning, I for some reason felt either anxiety or fear, or insecurity, something like that. Soon’s I walk int through the doors, putting my badge in front of that sensor thing after saying hi to one of my co-workers and her dog, Frankie, a beautiful wolf-looking pup of some makeup, I centered, felt more me, the literary me in tech’s periphery. Now that the day’s over, and with class late tomorrow night after a day in the office working on new projects and meeting team members, after more meetings, brainstorming more on more new ideas and possibilities… I see this, all of it. This is my platform, or launchpad of some kind, profitable and promising precipice.
21:15. Starting to fade, get tired, feel tired, want to give up on the writing but I won’t let self before touching and feeling a word count. I know, the whole quality versus quantity, or is it quantity then quality consideration, debate, I don’t know, but how tired I feel’s beginning to beg my concentration. Has me straying from one thought to the next. And no, it’s not the beer, as this is my only in this nightcap place, placement. My character Kelly comes home from work, her new job in a tasting room and opens a bottle she was able to take home, to try, from the winemaker. She feels herself getting tired, starting to fade a bit but doesn’t let her concentration erode to the point of not studying the wine. She pretends it’s hers, what she’d say about it. A Syrah, all Russian River whole-cluster with extended skin time and more than 50% new oak, French. Like me new to tech, and she new to wine, there’s profuse truth in experiential design.