"The corner was your best contribution to the company. It died two days later"
Once a month, 300 engineers meet in a Cambridge warehouse to talk about robots that cut and sew you up. The place was founded in a Church by a surgeon, a programmer and a career-CEO.
"I'm a big fan of the corner, the Jarvis Cocker one hit me with my arm in the guts of it"
Every couple of days I'd post on #poetrycorner. I made it and put it up between the internal #all and #bikemaintenance. During the monthlies we'd promote it (me and Christian Sam) over barbecue and non-alcoholic beer. In truth, I was looking for a successor to keep it going. The engineers didn't know I'd be out before we shipped anything, and the corner was never Tier 1.
With time, it had me eating sandwiches over a keyboard, or some piece of silicone. We used to treat the testing room like a mortuary. I ordered the dummies and repaired the holes, and wrote about it off-corner. It was all signed and stored rev.0.1 through point-8.
When a friend from software announced he'd be leaving to do medicine again, I huddled over and whispered "me too". He was confused.
At my second-last monthly they served cake in the shape of the warehouse. Talking to Sam, I kept turning. He said, "you're looking for something".
"You've done this every time we were here. When you look. I know why it is. It's because you're looking for a better conversation. I just think that if you're looking for something better like that, you're not going to find it."