The internet is currently a very loud, very crowded room where everyone is shouting about their latest masterpiece and almost no one is actually listening. If you are trying to find an audience for your writing right now, you have probably noticed that the old tricks are failing. Putting a link on a social media … Read more
There is a specific smell to wealth that most people miss because they are too busy looking at flickering green and red candles on a trading screen. It is the smell of wet earth after a storm in Nebraska or the dusty, sweet scent of a ripening citrus grove in Florida. For decades, this was … Read more
I spent yesterday morning staring at a screen in a coffee shop in Seattle, watching a small business owner try to explain to a regular why their loyalty discount had suddenly vanished. The algorithm had decided, in its inscrutable, black-box logic, that this specific customer was no longer a “growth priority.” The owner was helpless. … Read more
I spent most of last Tuesday staring at a screen, not writing, but watching how my niece “reads.” She is ten, firmly planted in Gen Alpha, and her relationship with a story is nothing like mine was at her age. I grew up with paperbacks and the smell of old glue. She grows up with … Read more
There is a specific kind of silence that settles over the charts on a Thursday night. If you have been around this space long enough, you know the feeling. It is the hum of a coiled spring. We have spent the last few years talking about institutional adoption and the stabilizing force of spot ETFs, … Read more
Cash is a comfort, but it is also a trap. We have spent decades convinced that the only way to measure growth is by the black ink on a balance sheet, yet in this mid-point of the decade, the smartest operators I know are looking at their inventory and their calendars instead of their bank … Read more
The smell of a fresh book used to be a cliché of the analog world, a shorthand for nostalgia that felt increasingly thin as we moved toward digital fatigue. But walk into a high-end coffee shop in Brooklyn or a quiet library in Seattle today and you will see something strange. People are holding objects … Read more
I remember standing in a fluorescent-lit storefront in Queens, New York, watching a woman hand over a stack of bills that represented two weeks of grueling labor. She was sending money to her mother in Tegucigalpa. By the time the various intermediaries took their “fair share” for the luxury of moving digits across a border, … Read more
The silence of a Sunday morning in a home office in Austin used to mean the business was effectively on pause. You’d check your email, see a lead from a frantic VP in London or a curious founder in Singapore, and know that by the time you actually sipped your coffee and typed a coherent … Read more
I spent the better part of last night staring at a cursor that seemed to blink with a rhythmic, mocking judgment. It wasn’t the AI’s fault. The Large Language Model I’ve been training on my own old journals and unpublished drafts had actually done its job quite well. It spit out three chapters of a … Read more