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AI Bicycles History

The Bicycle Shop

Part 2 of 3…

It is eleven-thirty on a Tuesday night and she is arguing with a language model about a spreadsheet.

Not arguing, exactly. That’s not the right word. She is coaxing. She is debugging. She is reading error messages that tell her almost nothing and rewriting prompts that almost work, and she has been doing this for two hours, and the spreadsheet still isn’t right, and she is going to try one more thing before she gives up and does it by hand. She is a data analyst at a mid-sized logistics company in Columbus, Ohio. She is not a researcher. She is not a founder. Nobody is writing about her. She is just a person trying to get a machine to do something useful, and the machine keeps almost doing it, and she keeps learning, in the gap between almost and done, something she couldn’t have learned any other way.

She doesn’t know what she’s learning. That’s the important part.

In 1892, two brothers opened a bicycle repair shop on West Third Street in Dayton, Ohio. The bicycle craze was at its peak — the safety bicycle, with its two equal wheels and chain drive, had just replaced the penny-farthing, that absurd high-wheeler everybody called loose change and the riders, with complete seriousness, called the ordinary. The brothers fixed flats and adjusted brakes and built custom frames and ordered parts from Coventry and kept the books and swept the floor. It was ordinary work. Nobody was writing about them either. What they were doing was accumulating, without knowing they were accumulating, a physical understanding of how machines move through space — the gyroscopic principles, the weight distribution, the thousand small calibrations that kept a rider from falling. They were learning in their hands what no university taught and no book fully contained.

Eleven years later they flew.

We tell the Wright Brothers story as a story about flight. It makes sense — flight is the thing, the miracle, the moment the world changed. But the actual story, the one that explains how Kitty Hawk was possible, is a story about a bicycle shop. It is a story about unglamorous preparatory work, about the education that hides inside the constraint, about what you learn in the gap between the machine that exists and the machine that should exist. Orville and Wilbur didn’t go to Kitty Hawk despite the bicycle shop. They went because of it. The shop was the point. They just didn’t know it yet.

We are in the bicycle shop right now.

The people building with AI today — the prompt engineers, the fine-tuners, the agent builders, the data analysts in Columbus arguing with spreadsheets at midnight — are doing work that looks, from the outside, like mere tinkering. Unglamorous. Iterative. Full of failure. The tools are awkward. The models hallucinate. The context windows run out at the wrong moment. Every solution opens three new problems. It feels like the penny-farthing: powerful enough to be useful, constrained enough to be maddening, requiring a kind of practiced vault just to get started.

But that awkwardness is the education.

Every time a prompt fails, the person writing it learns something about how the model thinks — about what it responds to, what it resists, where it gets confused, where it surprises you. Every agent that breaks in production teaches its builder something about the gap between what a model can do in a demo and what it can do under load, with real data, with users who don’t behave the way you expected. Every context window that runs out forces a decision about what actually matters, what is essential, what can be cut. These are not just technical lessons. They are epistemic ones. They are lessons about the nature of intelligence, about how meaning gets encoded and retrieved, about what it means for a machine to understand something versus to pattern-match on the surface of understanding.

The people learning these lessons right now don’t have a name for what they know. They just know it in their hands.

This is how it always works. James Starley’s craftsmen in Coventry bent and brazed bicycle frames by feel and experience, knowing things in their hands they couldn’t fully explain on paper. That embodied knowledge — the tight tolerances, the interchangeable parts, the discipline of making things that had to work — migrated into every bicycle shop that followed, crossed the Atlantic, and ended up in a shed in Ohio. The Wright Brothers didn’t invent precision manufacturing. They inherited it, absorbed it, and applied it to a problem nobody else had solved because nobody else had brought those particular hands to that particular problem.

The chain drive was the hinge. Before it, the bicycle’s design was locked — bigger wheel for more speed, higher and higher off the ground, until the machine teetered at the edge of what a human could survive. The chain drive broke the constraint. It decoupled the pedals from the wheel, let the gearing do what only size had done before, brought the rider back to earth. What had been a machine for athletes became a machine for everyone. What had been the ordinary became, almost overnight, something new.

We are waiting for the chain drive.

Not waiting passively — it is being built right now, in a hundred places at once, by people who mostly don’t know they’re building it. It might be the interface that finally makes AI genuinely accessible to people who can’t do the running vault. It might be the memory architecture that lets a model carry context the way a human carries context, not in a window but in something more like experience. It might be something nobody has named yet, something that will seem obvious afterward, the way all elegant solutions seem obvious after the fact.

What it will not be is the product of people who stayed away from the bicycle shop.

The analyst in Columbus closes her laptop at midnight. The spreadsheet is still not right. She has learned three things about how the model handles date formatting, two things about how it interprets ambiguous column headers, and one thing about her own assumptions that she didn’t know she was making. Tomorrow she will try again. She will get closer. At some point — not tomorrow, maybe not this year — she will get it right, and the thing she learned in the gap will be available to her for the next problem, and the one after that, and she will carry it forward without knowing she’s carrying it, the way craft always travels, in hands that have done the work.

She doesn’t know what she’s riding toward.

That’s the ordinary part. That’s always been the ordinary part.

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AI

The Transit Authority

Today SpaceX went public. The valuation target was $1.77 trillion — already the largest IPO in history, surpassing Saudi Aramco — and the market wanted more.

I was curious about the S-1, so I read the TAM section. SpaceX claims a total addressable market of $28.5 trillion. Rockets and Starlink together account for about $2 trillion of that. The rest — $26.5 trillion — is artificial intelligence. Enterprise AI applications alone: $22.7 trillion.

IDC analyst Arnal Dayaratna said the quiet part out loud: “To be crystal clear, its positioning there right now is basically nonexistent.”

That is an honest sentence. It describes most TAM claims in most S-1 filings. The market did not care. The stock was up 25% anyway.

But the $22.7 trillion number is interesting regardless of whether SpaceX captures it. It asks a real question: how large is the enterprise AI opportunity, really? And what does capturing it actually require?

The answer has something to do with transportation.

We do not travel the same way for every trip.

Walk to the coffee shop. Take a scooter to the office. Ride share to the airport. Commute by train. Drive your own car on weekends. Fly when you need to get somewhere fast and far.

Each mode has a different cost structure, a different latency, a different quality profile. Nobody takes a plane to buy milk. Nobody walks to a meeting in another city. We allocate the mode to the trip, instinctively, without much thought. The routing decision is invisible.

AI inference is arriving at exactly this moment. Until recently, there was one mode: you called the big frontier model. GPT-5.5. Claude Fable. Gemini 3 Pro. You paid the tolls, you waited, and you got what you needed. It was like renting a plane for every trip. Expensive, but simple. There was nothing else on the road.

That is no longer true.

The walk tier is a model running on your phone or laptop — no network, no cost, no data leaving the device. Google’s Gemma 4 and Microsoft’s Phi-4 now handle classification, autocomplete, document summarization. You do not even notice you are using AI.

The bike tier is a small model running on your own hardware — a workstation, a private server. Fast, cheap, data stays on-prem. These models can handle tasks that required GPT-4-class APIs eighteen months ago.

The rideshare tier is cheap cloud inference. You are not driving, not owning, but you get there quickly and cheaply. What cost $22,500 a month in 2025 runs for $405 today. That is not a gradual erosion. That is a structural break.

The car tier is dedicated hosted compute — reserved capacity, predictable performance, always available.

Frontier models are the airplane. Dense reasoning, long-context synthesis, genuinely hard problems. You use them when you need to get somewhere fast and far. You do not use them to classify customer support tickets.

Here is the problem nobody had two years ago.

Picture the IT director at a mid-size insurance company. She deployed a frontier model API last year. Smart decision at the time — one vendor, one contract, everything works. Now she’s gotten the quarterly invoice and done the math. Roughly 80% of the queries hitting that API are things like: extract the date from this document, categorize this claim, summarize this email thread. Tasks a much cheaper model handles just as well. She has been flying everyone to a meeting across town.

She is not alone. Most organizations that built on frontier APIs in 2023 and 2024 are now discovering they over-provisioned for the average query and under-thought the distribution. The expensive mode works. That’s the trap. You don’t look for alternatives when the thing you’re doing works.

The routing layer is where this resolves. A routing layer is need that sits between the application and the model tier and asks, for each incoming query: what does this actually require? Simple queries go to the cheap tier. Hard queries escalate to frontier.

Route 90% of requests to the cheap tier, 10% to frontier. You cut costs by 86%. The quality loss on the 90% is negligible, because most production queries are not frontier-hard. Most trips, you walk.

Back to the $22.7 trillion.

The number is real in the sense that enterprise software currently costs a lot. The global market — CRM, ERP, HR systems, supply chain, all of it — runs roughly $700 billion annually. If AI agents eventually do much of the work those systems mediate, and if the value gets priced into the AI layer, you can arithmetic your way toward very large numbers.

But the routing story embeds an uncomfortable question: if inference costs are collapsing, and if smart organizations route most of their traffic to free or near-free edge compute, who actually captures the value?

The model providers need volume. But enterprise routing gives sophisticated buyers a systematic exit from frontier pricing for the bulk of their workload. You call the expensive plane only when you need to cross an ocean.

This is why the routing layer matters more than it looks. The company that becomes the transit authority — the entity that sits between all the modes and makes the dispatch decision — is structurally positioned to matter as much as any individual model provider. The transit authority does not own the planes or the trains. It knows where you are going and picks the right mode. That intelligence, at scale, is a moat.

SpaceX is not that company. IDC is right about that. But the $22.7 trillion figure, even as a promotional artifact of an S-1, is pointing at something real: the opportunity is large enough that the infrastructure for consuming AI efficiently may be as valuable as the AI itself.

The frontier model providers are the airlines. Necessary, impressive, expensive to operate, essential for the long haul. Emerging routing solutions are building the booking platforms — the systems that decide when you actually need a plane, and make sure you are not buying a first-class ticket to go ten blocks.

In transportation, the booking platforms eventually captured enormous value. Expedia, Booking.com, Google Flights. The airlines, which had all the brand and all the infrastructure, found themselves competing for placement in someone else’s interface.

That story may be ahead of us in AI. The models are the planes. Someone else may be Expedia.

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AI Startups

A New Reason to Launch

“Before you launch, the speed you can build is now mainly limited by your imagination in what you tell AI. After you launch, the AI can watch your users and make improvements on its own.”
— Jared Friedman, Y Combinator

Jared Friedman watches hundreds of founders a year navigate the gap between idea and launched product. He notices patterns the rest of us miss. And what he’s describing above is not an incremental improvement in how software gets built. It is a change in the nature of the advantage.

This is a different kind of liberation than founders have known before.

The old liberation was launch early and the market corrects your wrong assumptions. Humbling, but useful. You were still the one doing the correcting, late at night, rewriting the onboarding flow based on what the data told you.

The new liberation he’s describing is something closer to multiplication. You launch, and now there are effectively more of you. The AI is watching session replays you’ll never have time to watch. It’s noticing the drop-off after step three that you’d have caught in month four. It’s holding the pattern of a thousand user paths simultaneously and asking what they mean. Your imagination seeded the thing. Reality is now feeding it.

That observation redraws the map cleanly. Pre-launch and post-launch used to differ in degree — you knew more after than before. Now they differ in kind. Pre-launch you are the sensing organ. Post-launch you’ve grown new ones.

The founders who feel this most viscerally, I suspect, are the ones building alone or in pairs — the people for whom every previous era of building had a hard ceiling imposed by human hours. They could only read so many support tickets. They could only run so many experiments. The ceiling is lifting and the feeling is of a room getting larger.

The core advice hasn’t changed. Paul Graham was saying “launch early” twenty years ago and it was true then. What’s changed is the reason underneath it — the mechanism that makes it true now is nothing like the one he had in mind.

The advice is twenty years old. There is a new reason and it is brand new. Most people haven’t noticed the swap yet. But they will.

That window does not stay open long.

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AI Business IBM Management

Making It Up As We Went Along

There was a building along Route 270 in Gaithersburg, Maryland where people kept secrets for a living. Not the cloak and dagger kind. The corporate kind, which in its own way requires just as much discipline. The IBM Washington Systems Center occupied a two-story modern building that looked, from the outside, like any other outpost of late twentieth century American business. Inside it was something else. It was where IBM sent its hardest problems, and where the largest IBM customers in the world — the ones whose names you would recognize immediately — sent their most urgent ones back.

I worked there as a manager. But before I was a manager there, I was a hire. And before I was a hire, I was like every other IBM professional on the outside of a particular line — a line I didn’t fully understand until I crossed it.

At IBM there was a protocol so embedded in the culture it had almost ceased to be a rule and become something closer to a religious observance. New products were not discussed until they were announced. Not hinted at. Not alluded to. Not whispered about with a favored customer over lunch. The announcement came in the form of something called a Blue Letter — a formal communication from senior leadership that functioned as the official moment a product entered the world. Before the Blue Letter, the product did not exist in any conversation you were permitted to have. After it, you could talk about nothing else.

Violation was not a career setback. It was a firing offense. Full stop.

That clarity had a kind of elegance to it. You didn’t have to calibrate how much you could say or navigate gray areas. The line was absolute. And because it was absolute, and because everyone knew the consequence of crossing it, the culture enforced itself. You didn’t need surveillance. You needed people to understand the stakes, and they did.

What I didn’t understand, from the outside, was what that line was doing to my imagination.

When you can’t see the roadmap — when the strategy and the unannounced products and the long arc of where the company is going are all behind a wall you have no access to — you don’t experience that as absence. You experience it as depth. The things you don’t know feel like they must be there for a reason. The gaps in the announced picture feel like the gaps in a great iceberg — what’s visible is impressive, but what’s below the surface must be more impressive still.

I had faith in IBM’s strategic intelligence the way you have faith in things you can’t fully see. And faith, uncontradicted by evidence, tends toward beauty. The hidden roadmap wasn’t just unknown — it was, in my imagination, a thing of coherence and intention and vision. It had to be. The alternative was too unsettling to consider.

Then I got hired into the Washington Systems Center and crossed the line.

There was no single moment of disillusionment. No specific product that shattered the dream, no strategy document that read like a disappointment. It was more like a gradual adjustment of the eyes — the way they adapt when you move from bright sunlight into a room lit quite differently than you expected. The room isn’t dark. It’s just not what you anticipated. And once your eyes adjust you can see perfectly well, but you can never quite recover the image you had of the room before you entered it.

The reality on the inside was messier than the dream on the outside. More improvised. More human. We were, in ways I hadn’t anticipated, almost making it up as we went along. Not carelessly — the people at WSC were extraordinary, the work was serious, the commitment was real. But the beautiful coherent roadmap I had constructed in my imagination from the outside bore only a partial resemblance to the actual thing. Strategy, it turned out, looked different up close. Less like architecture. More like weather.

I absorbed this alone. Nobody sat me down and named what I was experiencing. Nobody had the conversation with me that I would later learn to have with others. I found my way through it by degrees, the way you find your way through most things that don’t come with instructions.

What came out the other side wasn’t cynicism. It was something more useful — a clearer eye, a more grounded relationship to the institution I was part of. The faith hadn’t been wrong exactly. It had just been innocent. And innocence, once lost, can’t be recovered. But what replaces it, if you’re lucky, is something steadier.

Years later I was the manager. And I was hiring IBMers — good ones, experienced ones, people who had spent serious careers on the other side of the blue line. They knew the products cold. They knew the customers. They knew how to work. What they didn’t know, couldn’t know, was what waited for them on the inside of the wall they were about to cross.

I knew it. Because I had been them.

There is a particular expression that crosses a person’s face when the actual roadmap becomes visible for the first time. It isn’t dramatic. It doesn’t announce itself. It’s more like a subtle recalibration — a slight stillness, a momentary adjustment behind the eyes. The person in front of you is doing quiet interior work, reconciling what they imagined with what they’re now seeing. The gap between those two things is doing something to them, and they’re not sure yet what to do with it.

I learned to watch for that expression. And when I saw it I knew what was coming if I didn’t get ahead of it.

The danger wasn’t disappointment. Disappointment is temporary, and smart people move through it. The danger was what disappointment hardens into when it isn’t named and worked through — a corrosive cynicism that poisons not just the person carrying it but everyone around them. A talented IBMer who had invested a career in faith, discovered the faith was misplaced, and decided the whole enterprise was therefore hollow — that person could do real damage to a team. I had seen it happen, or the early stages of it, which was enough.

So I developed what I came to think of as the god is dead conversation.

The name came from Nietzsche, though the application was strictly practical. What Nietzsche meant — or one of the things he meant — was that when the organizing faith of a civilization collapses, the collapse doesn’t leave nothing. It leaves a vacancy that has to be filled with something else, something built rather than inherited. The god is dead conversation was about helping someone through that vacancy quickly, before they filled it with the wrong thing.

It wasn’t a long conversation. It didn’t need to be. What it needed to be was honest, and direct, and delivered before the cynicism had time to set.

I would tell them what I saw happening. I would tell them it was normal, expected, that everyone who crossed this particular line felt some version of it. I would tell them the dream they’d carried on the outside wasn’t foolish — it was a reasonable response to incomplete information, and the information had been incomplete by design, and the design had served real purposes. None of that made them naive. It made them human.

And then I would tell them what I’d learned on my own, without anyone to guide me through it. That the messiness on the inside wasn’t a failure of IBM’s intelligence or intention. It was just what strategy actually looks like when you’re close enough to see the seams. Every institution looks more coherent from the outside than it does from the inside. That’s not a scandal. That’s organizational life.

The conversations were tricky. There was real care required. You were asking someone to grieve something — the beautiful imagined roadmap, the faith in a hidden coherence — without tipping them into bitterness about what replaced it. You were trying to accelerate a process that, left alone, might drag on for months and quietly corrode their effectiveness. And you were doing it while also being their manager, which meant you needed them functional and engaged on the other side of the conversation, not just unburdened.

What I had going for me was credibility. I wasn’t delivering a message from outside the experience. I had made the same crossing. I knew the specific texture of what they were feeling because I had felt it myself — the diffuse quality of it, the absence of a single dramatic moment, the gradual adjustment of the eyes. When I told them I understood what was happening to them, I actually did. I think they could tell.

Trial and error had taught me the shape of it. What didn’t work I had found out the hard way, at some cost, early on. What I arrived at had been load tested by real people in real situations. It wasn’t a framework from a leadership seminar. It was something I owned completely, which meant I could adapt it in the moment rather than execute a script.

Most of them came through it well. Better than well, actually.

What I hadn’t fully anticipated — though in retrospect it makes complete sense — was what replaced the faith once it was gone. It wasn’t the steadier, clearer-eyed pragmatism I had found my way to alone. It was something more potent than that. Something that surprised me the first time I saw it and then became one of the things I quietly counted on.

They came out the other side feeling superior.

Not arrogant. Not dismissive of colleagues still on the outside. But quietly, privately elevated — because they were now keepers of the secrets they had once only believed in. The blue line that had shaped their entire professional identity, that had defined the boundary of what they could know and say and imagine, was now behind them. They were on the inside. They had access. They had been trusted with the actual roadmap, the real strategy, the unannounced products that the rest of the world was still constructing faith-based pictures of.

The believer had become the keeper. And keeping, it turned out, was a more powerful identity than believing. The believer is passive — sustained by what they imagine. The keeper is active, responsible, trusted. They carry something real rather than something projected.

It solved my practical problem neatly, though that wasn’t why it moved me. What moved me was watching people find their footing on the other side of a genuine loss and discover that the ground there was solid — different from what they’d imagined, but solid. They hadn’t just survived the crossing. They’d been changed by it in a way that made them more valuable, more grounded, more fully present to the actual work.

Which was, I suppose, what the god is dead conversation had been for all along.

I think about that blue line often these days.

We are living through a moment when artificial intelligence is advancing faster than most people can track, and the organizations building it — the labs, the research teams, the companies placing enormous bets on where this technology is going — have their own version of the wall. Not identical to IBM’s. The competitive and legal architecture is different. The culture is different. But the basic structure is the same: there is what has been announced, and there is everything else, and most people are working entirely from the announced side.

Which means most people are doing what I did before I crossed the line at WSC. They are filling the gaps with faith. And faith, uncontradicted by evidence, tends toward beauty.

The unrevealed AI roadmap looks, from the outside, like a thing of coherence and intention. The capabilities that haven’t been announced yet must be more impressive than the ones that have. The strategy must be more considered than what’s visible. The gaps in the public picture feel like depth rather than uncertainty — like the part of the iceberg below the surface, which must be vast because the part above is already remarkable.

I am not saying this faith is wrong. I held the same faith about IBM and it wasn’t wrong exactly — it was innocent. The people constructing faith-based pictures of where AI is going are doing a reasonable thing with incomplete information. The information is incomplete partly by design, for reasons that make competitive and strategic sense, just as IBM’s secrecy made sense. None of that makes the faith naive.

But I’ve been inside enough walls to know what the inside tends to look like. And I think it’s worth saying, clearly and without cynicism, that the reality is probably messier than the dream. More improvised. More uncertain. More human. The people building these systems are extraordinary — the work is serious, the commitment is real — but they are also, in ways that might surprise you, almost making it up as they go along. Not carelessly. But without the complete map that the outside imagines must exist somewhere, fully drawn, waiting to be revealed.

Strategy, up close, looks less like architecture and more like weather.

This isn’t a counsel of despair. It’s almost the opposite.

The IBMers who crossed the line and survived the god is dead conversation didn’t end up with less than they started with. They ended up with more — a clearer eye, a more grounded relationship to the institution, a more useful kind of engagement with the actual work. The faith they lost was the innocent kind. What replaced it was steadier and more durable.

I suspect something similar is available to anyone willing to look at the AI moment with clear eyes. Not the disappointed cynicism of someone who expected a beautiful coherent roadmap and found a human institution instead. Not the breathless faith of someone still on the outside of the wall, filling gaps with generous assumptions. Something in between — harder to sustain, more honest, ultimately more useful.

The technology is real. The progress is real. The stakes are real. None of that requires the roadmap to be a thing of beauty. It just requires it to be worked on seriously by people who understand what they don’t yet know — which, from everything I can observe, it is.

What I couldn’t give those IBMers, and what nobody can give you, is the experience of crossing the line yourself. The god is dead conversation only works because the crossing has already happened — because the person sitting across from you has already seen the actual roadmap and is already processing the gap between what they imagined and what they found. You can’t have the conversation in advance. The disillusionment has to be real before it can be worked through.

Most of us will never cross the line into the AI labs. We’ll stay on the outside of the wall, working from the announced picture, filling the gaps as best we can. That’s not a failure — it’s just the condition most of us are in, the same condition those IBMers were in for their entire careers before I hired them.

But knowing the wall exists, and knowing what walls do to imagination, seems like it ought to change something about how we hold our faith. Not abandon it. Just hold it a little more lightly. Stay curious about the seams. Remain open to the possibility that the most important thing about the unrevealed roadmap isn’t what’s in it — but what we’ve projected onto it.

The blue line is still there. Most of us are still on the outside of it.

And the hidden roadmap still looks, from here, like a thing of beauty.

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AI Stanford

The Unit of Production Just Collapsed

The lecture was a Stanford CS session, AI-native companies, Garry Tan walking through what it now takes to build something. He’d rebuilt his old startup, Posterous, in five days on a modest Claude plan. A thing that once required a team and a runway. He said it matter-of-factly, the way you describe something that’s already obvious to you and hasn’t yet reached everyone else.

The argument Tan and his colleague Diana Hu were making wasn’t really about AI. It was about the economics of effort — specifically, what breaks when the cost of turning an idea into a working thing falls by an order of magnitude.

Their framing: AI-native organizations running as closed-loop systems, agents with access to the real artifacts of work, able to iterate without the error-accumulation that comes from handoffs and headcount. Revenue-per-employee ratios of a million dollars or more, with live examples already in the YC portfolio. Document processing, logistics, voice agents for specialized workflows.

What I kept hearing underneath all of it was a quieter claim: the mental model of what a startup requires is wrong.

Or rather, it’s right about the past and increasingly wrong about the present.

The assumptions embedded in “I can’t do this alone” or “we’d need to hire for that” or “we don’t have the bandwidth” — those are load-bearing assumptions, and the load is shifting.

I have some small version of this — not as a founder, but as someone who retired into curiosity. The blog, the reading, the daily effort to keep up with what’s moving: each one is a practice in staying oriented while the map keeps changing.

What I notice is that the constraint has shifted. It’s not information anymore. It’s not even tools. It’s the capacity to ask better questions of the abundance, to know what matters when everything is accelerating.

That’s the thing I find unsettling, yet also genuinely interesting: the skills that remain irreplaceable are the hardest ones to teach, and the hardest to evaluate in yourself. Knowing what matters. Recognizing when an output is almost right and almost wrong. Setting direction in ambiguous conditions and being willing to be wrong about it. These were always the valuable things. They were just obscured by all the coordination overhead that surrounded them.

The students in that Stanford course were asked to build something called a One-Person Frontier Lab — use the best available tools to extend your own reach over ten weeks. It’s framed as an academic exercise. It doesn’t feel like one.

But I’m not building. I’m mostly watching, and thinking about what this radical new fermentation does to everything downstream — to labor markets, to what a company even is, to how we’ll organize work and meaning when the old unit of production no longer applies. Those are slower questions. But they’re the ones that feel urgent to me.

The old excuses are getting lighter. Not that everything is possible — but that the weight of the usual constraints has changed.

What you choose to build, and whether you choose to build it at all, is more purely a decision than it used to be. That’s either clarifying or terrifying, depending on the day and my mood.

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Technology

The Silence of Glass

There is a moment, right before surgery, when the anesthesiologist asks you to count backward from ten. You get to seven, maybe six, and then the world goes clean and white. Scientists have a word for the material responsible for that transition: borosilicate. The same compound in the syringe barrel is in the telescope mirror trained on the Andromeda galaxy, in the fiber strand carrying the surgeon’s consultation with a colleague three thousand miles away, in the smartphone screen the patient’s wife is staring at in the waiting room, hands shaking, refreshing nothing.

Glass is everywhere and we have made it invisible, which is the oldest trick civilization knows.

Vaclav Smil argues in Making the Modern World that the most consequential material of the last two centuries is not steel or silicon or oil. It is float glass — invented by Alastair Pilkington in 1959, when he watched dishwater spread across his kitchen sink and understood something that had eluded glassmakers for four hundred years. Pour molten glass onto a bath of molten tin and it finds its own level. It becomes, on its own, perfectly flat. Every window, phone screen, solar panel, and architectural facade descends from a man watching his wife do dishes.

What Smil doesn’t quite say — though you feel it accumulating across his pages — is that glass is the one material that consistently mediates between the inner and the outer. Not metaphorically. Literally. It stands at the boundary and says: you may look, but you may not touch.

The fiber optic cable looks like nothing. Pull back the orange jacket and you find strands thinner than a human hair, each one pure silica glass so precisely drawn that a photon launched into one end will emerge after sixty miles having lost less than five percent of its energy. That number seems impossible. It is a kind of miracle achieved through obsessive purity: any contaminant at the molecular level, any stress in the crystal lattice, any deviation in the core diameter, and the light scatters and dies. Underneath every ocean, through every mountain, connecting data centers in Virginia to servers in Singapore, there are hundreds of millions of kilometers of this material, laid in darkness, carrying light.

I think about that sometimes when I hit send. The electrons leave my keyboard, convert to photons at some local junction, and then travel — genuinely travel, as light through glass — to wherever they are going. There is something devotional about it, though I can’t quite say why. Maybe it’s the invisibility. Maybe it’s the faith required — that the thing you release will arrive, intact, somewhere it has never been.

Glass is in the MRI machine and the X-ray plate and the laboratory flask where the drug was first synthesized and the vial where it is stored and the syringe through which it enters the body. Glass does not react. It does not corrode. It does not leach. This chemical inertness, which seems like absence, is actually the whole point. Medicine needed a container that would hold the thing without becoming it.

There is also glass in the eye reading the label on that vial. The human lens is, optically speaking, a soft glass. It focuses, ages, clouds — cataracts are the eye’s glass going milky — and the surgeon replaces it with an intraocular lens engineered to behave like glass. We have spent considerable effort making fake versions of something the body was already doing.

For most of human history, clear glass was expensive, fragile, and small. Window glass in medieval Europe admitted light hazily, like looking through ice. Clear vision was for churches, which is perhaps why we came to associate light with the sacred — it literally arrived, in those buildings, in a way it did not arrive anywhere else. Then Pilkington’s tin bath made clarity cheap, and the world changed in ways nobody fully catalogued because the change was so pervasive: big windows, watched experiments, extended growing seasons, telescopes reaching farther, microscopes going smaller. Each a story of glass making a distance crossable that was not crossable before.

The screen I am writing this on is glass. The Corning Gorilla Glass on this display is an alkali-aluminosilicate sheet, chemically strengthened through ion exchange, harder than most knives, clear enough that the pixels look like they are sitting on the surface rather than behind it. Apple spends considerable engineering effort making the glass seem like it isn’t there. The ideal phone screen is invisible. A window to computation.

And yet the glass is the thing you actually touch. All day. More than you touch almost anyone. The glass is warm from your hands. It has learned, in a way, the pressure of your thumbs.

Glass is the material of thresholds — it makes the threshold visible, makes it possible to stand at a door and see all the way through before you decide whether to enter. We built the internet through it. We see our loved ones through it. We study cancer through it. We watch the news through glass that traveled to us through glass captured by cameras with glass sensors launched on satellites with glass lenses through a sky that is itself, technically, a lens — bending and filtering the light from everything that has ever been.

In the hospital waiting room, the wife is still holding her phone. The screen has gone dark. She taps it. It lights up. She looks at her own reflection for a moment — the screen a mirror now — before the notification arrives and the glass goes transparent again, the way it always does, showing her something other than herself.

That is what glass does. It waits. It holds. And then, when there is something to show, it gets out of the way.

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AI

The Shape of the Question

Marc Andreessen made two claims recently that don’t quite fit together, and I haven’t been able to stop pulling at the seam.

The first: for almost any topic, the top AI systems now give him better answers than the world-class experts he could call on the phone. And he can call basically anyone. This isn’t a casual observation from someone without access — it’s a meaningful data point about what AI is actually doing to the value of expertise.

The second: the only real skill left in using AI is knowing what to ask. The models can already do almost anything you can describe in plain English. The bottleneck lives in your own head.

Hold those two claims next to each other. If the AI beats the experts, then the quality of your question only has to clear a low bar — good enough to unlock what the system already knows. You don’t need to ask like a cardiologist to get a cardiologist-quality answer. You just need to ask.

Except that’s not how it works in practice. And the gap between the two claims is where something important lives.

The better the question, the better the answer — even from a system that already knows more than any human alive. Expert-level interrogation of a superhuman system produces something qualitatively different from naive interrogation of the same system. The gap between a good question and a bad one doesn’t shrink because the underlying capability grows. It may widen. A sharper instrument in an unskilled hand doesn’t close the distance — it just makes the skilled hand more lethal.

What the AI has done is commoditize answers. What it has not done — cannot do — is commoditize the ability to know which question to ask.

There is a concept from epistemology that keeps surfacing here: the unknown unknown. Donald Rumsfeld made the phrase famous and then spent years living down the mockery, which was unfair, because the underlying idea is genuinely important. There are things you know you don’t know — the gaps you can name, the questions you can form. And there are things you don’t know you don’t know — the territory you can’t even see the edge of. The naive user of AI operates almost entirely in the second category. They ask what they already suspect. They get answers that confirm the shape of what they already believe. The system is brilliant and they are using it as a mirror.

The sophisticated user has learned to ask the AI to challenge their assumptions. To find the holes. To steelman the opposing view. To identify what’s missing from the framing. That second posture requires a kind of intellectual self-awareness — an ability to stand outside your own thinking and interrogate it — that is neither common nor easily taught.

Here is the uncomfortable implication: that self-awareness is not randomly distributed. It correlates with education, with reading, with having thought carefully about hard things for a long time. The people best positioned to ask good questions are, largely, the people who already had access to good answers through the old system. The gate moved. It didn’t disappear.

There’s a democratic story told about AI and I believe parts of it. The kid in rural South Dakota with a good question now gets an answer that rivals what the partner at McKinsey gets.

But access to information was never really the binding constraint. The binding constraint was always the ability to know what information you need — to feel the shape of your own ignorance precisely enough to ask for what fills it. That skill wasn’t distributed by the old system and it won’t be distributed by the new one. It has to be built, slowly, through years of reading and thinking and being wrong and trying again.

What AI may actually be doing is widening the gap between people who ask well and people who don’t — making the former dramatically more capable while leaving the latter approximately where they were, just with a faster way to get answers to questions they already knew to ask.

Somewhere right now, someone is sitting with the most capable thinking tool in human history, asking it to write a cover letter. The tool will do it beautifully. And the gap will quietly widen.

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AI Living

The Threshold

There is a specific feeling. You are trying to understand something — a medical term in a lab report, a clause in a contract, how a particular piece of software actually works under the hood — and you hit the edge of what you know. The territory beyond is unfamiliar and the path is unclear, and something in you decides, quietly and almost without announcement: I don’t know how to figure this out.

And then you move on.

Marc Andreessen, talking to Joe Rogan recently, buried something important inside a longer riff about AI prompting tricks. Most of his list was the kind of thing you’d read in a productivity newsletter — ask it to steelman both sides, pretend it’s a panel of experts. Useful, not revelatory. But one observation was different: pay attention to the exact moment you think “I don’t know how to figure this out.” That’s the moment you should open the AI.

He said it almost offhandedly. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

What he’s really describing isn’t a technique. It’s a behavioral pattern that most of us developed so gradually we don’t recognize it as a choice. The feeling of epistemic overreach — of arriving at the edge of one’s competence — became, over decades, a stopping condition. We learned to treat not-knowing as a wall rather than a door because, most of the time, it functionally was one. The library was closed. The expert was unavailable. The research was paywalled. You moved on.

The habit calcified. Now it persists even when the conditions that produced it no longer apply.

I notice it in myself, and I’m someone who is genuinely curious — who likes knowing how things work, who will follow a thread further than most people bother to. That’s not modesty; it’s relevant context. Because even with that disposition, I still hit the wall. I’ll be reading something and encounter a concept I only vaguely follow — some nuance in immunology, some historical episode I’ve only half absorbed — and I feel the familiar slight contraction, the small withdrawal. I read past it. The curiosity was there. The friction was higher.

Curiosity alone was never enough. What determined whether I pushed through wasn’t how much I wanted to understand — it was whether understanding felt retrievable at all. Most of the time, it didn’t. So I moved on, and the curiosity found something else to chase.

There’s a darker version of this worth sitting with. The people who never developed the quit reflex — who hit not-knowing and felt compelled rather than defeated — are, disproportionately, the ones who built things. The intellectual persistence wasn’t incidental to their contributions; it was probably constitutive of them. Curiosity as stubbornness. The refusal to accept the wall as final.

Elon Musk is the limit case. When he decided he wanted to go to Mars and found the rockets prohibitively expensive, he didn’t defer to the aerospace industry’s consensus about what was possible. He started reading propulsion manuals and cold-calling engineers. The quit signal either never fired or got overridden so fast it made no practical difference. The result was reusable orbital rockets, which the industry had largely decided weren’t worth pursuing. The dig reflex, taken to its extreme, rewrote what was considered feasible.

But the trait is undifferentiated. It doesn’t come with a calibration mechanism. The same refusal to accept expert consensus that produced SpaceX also produces a certain amount of confident wrongness — the Twitter decisions, the Covid takes, the occasional foray into geopolitics with the certainty of someone who has read a lot of Wikipedia. The dig reflex, unregulated, has no obvious stopping condition.

AI doesn’t change that underlying trait. What it changes is the access cost for everyone else.

For most of human history, the friction wasn’t random. It selected for people whose drive was strong enough to overcome it regardless of cost — the right connections, the right institution, the time to burn. Now that friction is lower for everyone, nearly to zero, for an enormous range of questions.

What I’m trying to build is the opposite of the quit reflex. Not the Musk version — boundless, uncalibrated, occasionally catastrophic. Something more modest: the habit of checking before giving up. Noticing the moment of not-knowing and treating it as a question rather than a verdict.

It requires noticing the moment. Which is harder than it sounds, because the reflex is fast and the moment is brief.

The contraction happens. You’ve already moved on. Somewhere behind you, the question is still there.

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AI Business Consulting

The Toll Bridge and the Terrain

For fifteen years of my life, I lived inside the fortress of information asymmetry. I was part of a payments consulting business, and our model was exactly what Andrew Feldman described on a recent Moonshots episode when he pointed a sharp finger at traditional professional services.

His observation was simple, cutting, and entirely true:

“Their role today is to stand between ordinary people and obscure knowledge. And the application of that obscure knowledge to everyday problems.”

When I heard him say that, it landed with a quiet thud of recognition.

For a decade and a half, my colleagues and I were the ones standing in that gap. The payments industry—with its labyrinth of interchange fees, compliance structures, clearing networks, and legacy tech stacks—is a monument to obscure knowledge. Clients didn’t come to us because we possessed some divine, unreplicable wisdom. They came to us because the map was locked in our heads, and navigating the terrain without us was a recipe for an expensive disaster.

We charged for our time, and we earned it. We untangled complexity and solved real, everyday business problems for people who just wanted to move money safely from point A to point B.

But looking back now, I can see the architectural flaw disguised as a premium service. The economic foundation of that entire era relied on friction. It relied on the fact that it took an immense amount of human energy to retrieve a piece of obscure data and map it onto a specific business dilemma. You weren’t just paying for strategic guidance; you were paying a premium on artificial scarcity.

We are living through a moment where the marginal cost of intelligence is rapidly trending toward zero. When the barrier of “obscure knowledge” evaporates, the traditional toll bridges begin to look absurd.

For anyone starting a consulting business today, the playbook would have to be entirely different. When an LLM can parse thousands of pages of network operating rules, interchange tables, and regulatory compliance frameworks in a handful of seconds, the gatekeeper’s standing ground liquefies.

If your value proposition is merely standing between a client and a hidden database, your business model isn’t just flawed—it’s obsolete.

Yet, this collapses into a fascinating paradox. You might assume that when you democratize expertise, you eliminate the need for the expert. But as Dan Shipper recently observed, the reality of AI is completely counterintuitive.

Shipper points out that AI effectively packages up “yesterday’s competence” and makes it cheap and ubiquitous.

Suddenly, anyone can generate a complex contract, a software pull request, or a payments flow strategy with the click of a button. But when cheap competence skyrockets, adoption explodes, resulting in an unprecedented glut of generic output—what the internet has collectively taken to calling “slop”. It’s the default, lazy answer that lacks soul, context, and nuance.

When everything begins to look and smell the same, a strange thing happens: the market’s demand for genuine difference sky-rockets.

The shift we are facing across all professional services—whether legal, financial, or consulting—isn’t about eliminating the expert. It is about changing the expert’s job from data-retriever to orchestrator and judge. The floor has been raised. Yesterday’s ceiling is today’s baseline.

What remains is the ability to read a room. To watch a client’s shoulders tighten when you present an option that’s technically correct but organizationally impossible. To notice the glance exchanged across the table before anyone speaks. No LLM parses that. The map is universal now; the guide still has to be in the room.

We don’t need fewer guides; we need fewer toll booths. The future of consulting doesn’t belong to those who hoard the map. It belongs to those who use a universally available map to help people actually walk the terrain.

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Architecture Infrastructure

The Architecture of the Indestructible

We are conditioned to look for the center of things. When we try to understand an organization, we ask for an organizational chart. When we look at a nation, we look to its capital. Traditional architecture—whether of a building, a company, or an army—relies on a classic playbook: a strong hub, radiating outward. You find the center, you secure it, and the system holds.

But what happens when you try to decapitate an enemy, or a technology, that has no head?

In 1964, a brilliant engineer named Paul Baran sat at his desk at the RAND Corporation, trying to solve a Cold War nightmare: How do you maintain a communications network after a catastrophic nuclear strike? Baran realized that traditional networks were centralized—like a wheel with spokes. If you destroy the hub in the center, every single spoke becomes useless.

His solution was the distributed network, the foundational blueprint for what would eventually become the Internet.

“Under the proposed system, each station would need to be connected to only a few of its nearest neighbors… The system would be highly reliable, even if a large fraction of the stations were destroyed.”

Baran mathematically proved that if you remove the center, the edges don’t die. They simply reroute. A few decades later, telecom engineers used a remarkably similar logic to build cellular telephone networks. Instead of one massive, high-power radio tower serving an entire city, they broke the terrain into a grid of small, low-power cells. If one tower goes offline, the network degrades gracefully rather than collapsing. It bends, but it refuses to break.

There is a profound, poetic irony buried here. The United States government originally funded Baran’s research to create a distributed network so that its centralized monolith could survive. Decades later, asymmetric adversaries across the globe adopted that exact architectural philosophy for their physical defense doctrines—creating “Mosaic Defense” systems designed specifically so that when you destroy the center, the edges keep fighting.

They copied our homework to survive our strength.

I find myself thinking about this tension far beyond the realms of military strategy or software engineering. It is a metaphor for how we construct our lives. We often build centralized lives—anchored entirely to a single identity, a single career, or a single institution. We project a monolith of strength to the world. But monoliths are brittle. When the center is struck, the whole architecture crumbles.

The lesson of our modern architecture is becoming increasingly clear, whether you are managing a network, building an organization, or navigating the quiet complexities of a human life. The fragile monolith is an illusion of safety.

The future belongs to the web that knows how to reroute.