Poetry
Odi et amo,
Jealous Sunday nights that won’t release me into Monday morning.
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Poetry
The infinite distance between thinking and feeling.
Our thoughts don’t see the opposite shore. Lost over the horizon, we find no answers.
Strategy
How I Read Strategy Blogs
Almost every post will teach me something general about business. Some smaller percentage of them will do that and also teach me something about a specific business I have a personal interest in, and every now and then one will teach me about something immediately relevant to my business.
Life
It was our first date, or maybe our second.
“You’re a narcissist.” She said it with a smile and no sign of judgement in her eyes. This felt like too true of an idea to have developed…
Poetry
the Paris Review (Sep 2020)
She arrives at my door without warning, never totally unexpected, always a pleasant surprise. I welcome her in, barely able to conceal my…
Poetry
À trois
The devil invented French to give name to my desire,
Poetry
of the ox and the lion, I am certainly a lion. But I admire the ox, and am grateful for his help.
You can’t force genius but you can set the table for it and invite it in.
Poetry
imagine the river of humanity spread out before you
in one direction is splayed all people that exist with you in the now
Strategy
Why Apple Can Afford to Play Nice, and Should
If I was Apple, I would remove the third restriction immediately while continuing to demand that developers offer Apple Pay as a default option. I don’t think it would actually cost them much and would do a great deal to reduce the antitrust pressure.
Life
Déjà vu
I rode the motorcycle back in time.
Life
We met on a dating app, I don’t recall which one.
It was 9pm on a Wednesday when she asked how my day was and what I was up to. Then:
Poetry
Today I ran to the ocean
And I reminded it of who I am,