The jargon was the product. Not the knowledge. The knowledge was always simpler than they needed you to believe. I have watched this move before. A new technology arrives. A small group of people learn enough of the vocabulary to…
Every room in the house is being painted. Every room. I have been sleeping in my office since Monday. Chair or makeshift bed, depending on who got there first. The rotation is me, my wife, and the cat. Nobody is…
Manus popped up in my inbox. I don’t hype tools. I test them. So consider this a heads-up, not an endorsement. And given what I just found out, the skepticism meter just moved. Manus landed on my radar this week.…
Hey everyone, Mark here, I want to address something that came up during the last show, because I think there’s some confusion about how the show information is shared, and I want to clear it up. I genuinely appreciate the…
THE SOVEREIGNTY COSTUME SENTIENT | Monday The tell is in the content calendar. Three posts a week about freedom. A pinned thread on escaping the system. A photo of a laptop near a view. The vocabulary of independence, posted on…
Two of them you should never pay for again. The third one? Read to the end. A decade ago, three completely ordinary problems had one thing in common. They all came with an invoice that made you wince. You wanted…
over at AI Consulting Made Simple wrote something worth your time this week. The diagnosis is sharp. Small businesses are drowning. AI implementation is missing. The consultant who shows up with something usable wins. Go read it. She’s right about…
Restack, Like and Watch the video. Let’s build up the community and break all records for viewership this year. Community First A message to all, you don’t have to be a cigar smoker to be a part of the community.…
There is a pattern I have watched repeat across every generation of better tools. The capability arrives. Builders rush to use the maximum of it. Nobody stops to ask what bad habits it is now making more expensive. To receive…
Last week, I told you about the parade. The weight of the American flag. The sting of the pavement when I tripped over the very thing I was supposed to hold high. If that day belonged to clumsy Bicentennial pride,…
