Do you still surf the web? Visiting websites feels… dated. Right? It's gonna become something like driving classic cars. Fun for a few enthusiasts, but most folks will just navigate the world via AI using voice or chat-like interfaces. Or simply ask an AI agent to do those chores. Right now browsing already feels like we are driving with the overly annoying lane assistance turned on, and way too many signs and billboards alongside every road. Gone are the days of wonder. Then again, it will only feel like a loss to those who've experienced that level of "freedom"… a few millennials who get nostalgic when talking about the good old days of the internet. Getting older both sucks and is amazing. You care less, but aren't careless. Anyway… my guess is that Gen Alpha will skip devices such as phones. For better or worse they will interact with the world using voice and augmented stuff. In the meantime I'll try to settle on a format for these emails, now I'm slowly getting out of retirement. I'm still not sure if I should write about my own experiences in building products, companies, or how much I suck at investing. I often find myself settling on rambling random observations about technology, life and trying to leave politics out of the equation. Then again, it's so much easier to make it about me, write about the stuff I'm building and say free Palestine. But people are scared. I am too. What if you would unsubscribe? Wait a minute - I don't really care! Hahahahahahhahaa. Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell. I'd rather build relationships by sharing genuine stuff over growing an audience by selling playbooks. Rumicat is what I'm building now and it's been soo much fun working with Mike, Youssef and Laszlito. Next month we'll open up the service for everyone who's keen on sending simple newsletters. The first of many endeavors from my Nternet company. Then there's Dia and before you know it I'm dabbling in file sharing. Next time I’ll share how I’m awful at investing yet inexplicably blessed by dumb luck.
Before I forget, how are you? |