Going Back to the Village
A trip my parents had been asking me to make for years, and what my kids saw in it that I'd forgotten to look for.
Long-form thoughts on technology, product, life, and everything in between.
A trip my parents had been asking me to make for years, and what my kids saw in it that I'd forgotten to look for.
On inherited worldviews, prefab identities, and the quiet work of building your own.
Why the best products and posts spread — not because of features or hacks, but because they give people an emotional reason to tell someone else.
Most founders build before they validate. The Lean Startup framework changed the vocabulary, but most people still skip the hardest part: finding out if the problem is real.
Using AI tools forced me to confront an uncomfortable truth: the bottleneck was never the tool. It was always the clarity of my thinking.
After two years of watching everyone talk about taste in the AI age, here's what I actually think it means.
When you define yourself by your job title, you outsource your sense of self to an organization. What happens when the title changes — or disappears?
The ideas that change things rarely announce themselves. They emerge slowly, feel inevitable once stated, and obvious only after someone finally said them out loud.
There's no recipe for hard things. What Ben Horowitz meant was that judgment can't be outsourced. Only experience — the painful, costly kind — can build it.
A personal essay on watching skills you spent years building become ordinary — and what that forces you to find underneath them.
A year-end reflection on the difference between performing certainty and actually thinking. Why honesty is harder — and more useful — than having takes.
When AI handles the execution, you're left face-to-face with the question of why you were doing it in the first place. That's more unsettling than being replaced.
Most management advice assumes you're the smartest person in the room. The interesting work starts when you're not.
I've been putting this off for a while. Not because I didn't have things to say — I always have too much to say. You write to find out. This is me, finding out.