John isn’t in this photo, but Neurosmith was very much a product of John’s vision and his ability to encourage others to create and collaborate. Looking through all the photos this evening, I’m struck by what a special company it was.
jrs as I will remember him. This is out behind the house in 2017, a day or so before the eclipse. Altho he is with company, he still is in his Contemplation pose, as Brooke put it in the Twin Bridges photo. This is how I will remember him. Out walking thru the terrain of the multiverse. In one, he is aware of the cognitive skills needed to survey and mentally model the environment and how humans evolved in that niche. Another verse is contemplating his current technical knot. And also, just walking with the dog. The 2017 visit was bittersweet. As Sylvia mentioned PCA. PCA mucked up his visual cortex first, so, no driving, and the slowly moved forward. His comprehension was great, but speech generation might get caught on this word or that, but, he was still the John Sosoka that I knew and loved.
John, Sylvia, J3, and Emily came out to visit me when I was visiting my mom and step-father in Montana. They brought Ellie Roo who was just a puppy and a huge hit with everyone in the family.
Here is John with Emma at the 2001 Neurosmith picnic. He loves babies and had such a way with them. They just wanted to hang out on his shoulder and be soothed.
John was a remarkable thinker/student of life. He was a true Renaissance man. He was curious about everything, and often saw connections and implications mere mortals would miss. Listening to John, especially as a non-coder, non-video game player, non-engineer, required TREMENDOUS focus and concentration. Almost like listening to someone discuss an issue with you, while switching between English and Russian. I'd have to research things after I spoke with him, and couldn't really go longer than 2 hours, it was such a mental workout. But always worthwhile.
One time, I had some issue with my DSL access at home (this was in the very old days of 1997/98), and he told me that everything would be "cloud-based" in the future. "All my files are going to be somewhere up in a cloud??", I asked. "Like the old mainframe days? We're going to go backwards??"
"Yes, it will be just like your utilities. You'll pay to have all your files managed, just the way your electricity is delivered without you having to do anything special."
A cloud. Huh. And, yep, 25 years later that's exactly the way it works.
Because my little business brain seemed to have trouble comprehending Russian, he assigned me Snow Crash to read, by Neal Stephenson, followed by Diamond Age. Science fiction helped me "get" the world that John saw coming. Sure enough, just last week, Mark Zuckerberg announces Facebook is shifting toward the metaverse.
I love to tell people about John's idea for Mind Minutes, and how we were working on an "on the go", bite-sized language learning app in 2003. Sadly, it was four years before the iPhone was introduced and changed people's relationship with their phone. John was a true pioneer who could see the future decades before others could. It was such a joy working with someone that smart and optimistic that it really WAS possible to invent toys and apps that could change the world for the better.
I was blessed to have as much time with his wisdom, as I did.
Sylvia and family, I'm sorry to hear about Rick's passing. He was a smart and kind man and I enjoyed talking with him about so many different topics. Rick had a way of explaining things in such clear terms that made it possible for anyone to understand. He loved talking about technology and his enthusiasm was contagious! I know he's at peace now, and his spirit is free from the physical pain and constraints of this world. Thinking of you all, Jennifer.
To the family of John Sosoka, my deepest condolences for the passing of John. My name is Carole I am a friend of Reilley Mohney who's sister Sylvia Sosoka was married to John . Although I have never met John in person I had the privilege of having a conversation over the phone with John about questions I had for a product I wanted to put on the market.... John was so gracious with his time ,advices, recommendations and expertise . He was thorough, patient and very kind . You never forget someone like John because they are rare. To young to die...May God comfort all who knew John in this difficult time .Carole Dupuis
My father engineered his world in such a way that even when humanity was misbehaving, the good would be highlighted. He would leave his car forever unlocked, even in rough neighborhoods; and, inevitably, it would occasionally be rummaged through & something of value would be stolen.
“A great majority of the time, nothing is ever stolen.” He would say, “It’s worth money to me to know that most of the time people choose to be good.”
And just like that, a theft was now an excuse to see the good in humanity. With a simple act of mental prestidigitation, a negative event would be reduced from the focus of your ire to a humble delimiter, partitioning large stretches of time where humanity chose to be decent.
My dad had an interesting way of doing that, of thinking his way into a more beautiful world. He had an incredible mind, but beyond that, he possessed a great sweetness which he chose to foster & develop over the course of his life. Dedicating thought to our choices (both for how we choose to see and how we choose to act) was important to my father and as such was a recurring theme throughout my upbringing. “Your sister isn’t making you upset, nobody can make you upset” he would remind me, “you are choosing to be upset.” Internalizing this lesson is as empowering as it is frustrating.
My father was many things. He was a technologist, an inventor, an entrepreneur, a futurist and he was always a teacher. His passion for knowledge, love of understanding and effectiveness in communicating meant that the vibrant, beautiful world that he inhabited was contagious—his influence would enrich the experience of those around him. He was patient, encouraging and helpful in all things and for all people. As I sit here, writing this trying to process my dad’s life and scrape this message together I feel obligated to remind everybody that he intentionally developed himself into this incredible person by choice. We may not all be gifted his raw intellect, but we can use his example and make all the choices necessary to develop ourselves into the types of people that make the world a more beautiful place.
I was saddened when I heard the news of John's passing. I only briefly knew him through his lovely wife Sylvia a couple years ago. However, it was obvious that he was a man of deep intelligence, charm and kindness. The love and thoughtfulness between Sylvia and John was palpable and inspirational. My best to my "sister" Sylvia and her family!
His kindness and unconditional love for everyone. I am his youngest sister and all my life I thought of him as perfect. I would like to share some stories that shows you another side of Rick's creativity. things that don't work! By Audrey
In my younger days, I was determined to be the perfect housewife. That is how I happened to be on my hands and knees with the vacuum edge tool making sure any dust that found its way to the edge of the hall would be sucked up with my tidy tool. As I vacuumed along the baseboard, I was fascinated by tiny, colored wires that were noticeable each time there was a vertical door jam. Our house was new to us but I reflected that neither of the other two houses had wires like these running along the baseboard. When I finished my cleaning chore, I went to consult with our live-in electrical engineer. What are those wires along the edge of the hall carpet? His puzzled look told me that he wasn't expecting wires to be there either! When he crawled along the baseboard, tracking the wires, he was even more puzzled. "I don't know where they start, but they end in our bedroom. "How weird!" I said, and left the wire problem in his capable hands while I continued my cleaning task. Later he came in with a full report on the unlikely wires. Not only did he find out where they went, but he also found out how they got there. They were so carefully run and neatly hidden under the carpet edge in the tight groove between the carpet and the wall. This neat job was not accomplished by a professional, but was the work of our son, Rick--twelve years old. Suddenly, two concerned parents were aware their bedroom had been bugged by their son. Shocking! The immediate question on both of our mind was "Why would he do such a thing? A little father-son conference quickly provided the answer. It seems his sister was planning a slumber party and he thought it might be fun to bug her bedroom. That intention was unsavory enough but why was our bedroom involved? Turns out Rick ran out of wire short of his sister's room All that careful wiring job was destined to be for naught unless...Sure, it reached to the parent's bedroom so better to do that than waste all the effort!
Once we had the explanation and the option to disconnect we still had to deal with a way to handle what was clearly inappropriate behavior on Rick's part. I had no idea what to do so I left it up to his father to handle. Once their "talk was over, Rick came dejectedly out of his room. His expression told me he hadn't received the punishment he expected. Finally, I decided to ask what happened. "Did you think he was too hard on you?" His answer surprised me. "No, that's the problem. I wish he had put me on restrictions for a month or more." At this point I was really confused. Not enough punishment! How can that be? Well, Mom, I know he won't forget this. I can just imagine when I start dating I'll ask to borrow the car. He'll say ok and off I'll go in a bugged car. This will hang over me until he gets his revenge.
We are very sad to hear about Johns passing. We have so many great memories spending time with all of you. I remember John presenting his Dinosaur and the kids being absolute fascinated by it. The first time we met him, being outside your house im Boise with your dog Ellie, meeting our dog Nelly. He was such a smart and kind person, and will be greatly missed.