Sonic fires new fire into my thought plain. Seeing tech as not just tech but a foremost arena and surface to propel in ideas, with new ideas… that encourages those reach impulses. That never stops. More than the technology side, but the human side. The community and communicative curvature. I see this, all of this. Me in my role and not just a “role”. Hate that word, frankly. This is beyond some simple role to play, and I’m not playing. Or maybe I am, but with purpose, sight, a result of the collective and pervasive invitation of the office and its tongue. Sonic instructs me to not focus so much on the tech, to stop stressing about it as I sometimes do. What are you, it asks. I’m a writer, and maybe teacher. So, then, Sonic says, do that. And only that. Learning new things is never of detriment but trying to distance yourself from the purest note of you is unhealthy. Unwise. Don’t do it, the company around me commands.
I’ve always said this company is about not so much solution but remedy, and a connectedness you don’t find in other business practices, other places of work. Antithetical in so many regards while concurrently proving more productive and efficient that other spaces. What can I say about where I sit, what I hear, what I do day over day. Love, yes. Curiosity, of course. But there’s something else. Something for which I don’t yet have words and maybe I never will. I’m not a techie, I’m a live-ie. I’m living, with more full form and forward.
Sonic encourages its encouraging barrage. Even now, at end-of-day, I’m not ready to leave. And I arrived at 6:20-something if my tired memory is properly serving, to attend a tech event in Oakland . I’m still in the chair, I more than care, I’m more than connected. This is the office and what it does to writers like me, people not from the tech world and at one time in their life thought they’d never be in this wheel of work but here I am. And here I’m planted, connected. The communication and encouragement, creative, is too delicious.