Gray skies, a sputtering drizzle, cooler temperatures – the mood today is downright blue. It has been seventeen years since Biggie left the planet. A year since GigaOm died. I don’t have any profound lessons. I feel a certain emptiness in my heart. I miss the people. It was a great crew, together it was the greatest. I flipped through old photos, got sentimental and then went to work.  I have accepted that every ending is an opportunity for something new to begin. Like Biggie said, “While we out here, say the hustlas prayer. If the game shakes me or breaks me, I hope it makes me a better man.”

March 9, 2016, San Francisco