Neo Symbolic Capitalism

“There’s a lot of unevenness in how much attention internal drama and palace intrigue gets across different organizations. As far as I can tell, this is substantially a matter of path dependency: we know the characters in the sitcom of certain organizations but not at others, creating self-reinforcing lock-in effects. How much does one hear about the power struggles at Chevron or the Department of Agriculture? There is even significant heterogeneity between ostensibly similar companies within sectors.”

Patrick Collison, CEO, Stripe

When I read that, I said to myself, you gotta be kidding me. I mean, palace intrigue has been part of our world. From ancient Egyptians to Romans to the English monarchy, it is way older than the social media and modern internet media machine. Anyway, it got me thinking about Collison’s tweet. I have come to a conclusion. Sometimes a tweet is not just a tweet. Sometimes


The Essayist

I just started re-reading Essays of E.B.White. I couldn’t help but share his self-deprecating description of an essayist. His writings, in general, are amazing, but I am particularly inspired by his essays, as I have always aspired to write longer, and deeply reported essays.

The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest. He is a fellow who thoroughly enjoys his work, just as people who take bird walks enjoy theirs. Each new excursion of the essayist, each new “attempt,” differs from the last and takes him into a new country. This delights him. Only a person who is congenitally self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays.

E.B. White

July 25, 2020, San Francisco.


The Why of (my) Photography

Every so often, someone asks me why I go to such lengths to make photographs. Why disrupt my routine and fly thousands of miles away to remote, and sometimes harsh and uninviting, places just to spend time with my camera? Believe me, I understand the skepticism. In addition to the time it takes, all this travel undoubtedly contributes to the warming of the planet.

The fact is, despite wrestling with the question, I haven’t been able to come up with a satisfactory response. I might reply that it is a welcome escape from ordinary life, that it represents my yearning to stop time, or that it offers a chance to enjoy the gift of a single moment before it passes and is gone forever. That’s all true enough, but it doesn’t quite get at the heart of it.

Finding an answer that resonates more deeply requires a journey through the


Some of my favorite posts (by me) of 2013

It has be a wonderful year in technology — a year of change, a year of disruptions, a year of disappointments and of course a year of surprises. It was also the year I was perhaps least prolific compared to earlier years. If anything 2013 was the year when I made a slow transition from contently being in rapid-write/break-news mode to a more paced and column like approach to writing. It is not to say I didn’t try and break news — did that often enough — but the longer form posts give me more satisfaction.

The ground work done in 2013 will help me prepare for a more essay/column oriented writing I want to pursue in the future. As you may (or may not) have noticed that I have started writing a column for FastCompany magazine — my first one was about the coming era of magical computing


To live and die in public: That’s Twitter

My affair with Twitter, the idea, began over seven years ago.

It was at a party, a few blocks from where I live and work — San Francisco’s South of Market neighborhood. I was hanging outside, sucking on a stogie, and chatting with Twitter’s forgotten co-creator, Noah Glass. I learned about Twitter (or Twttr as it was known then), played around with it on my Nokia E71 phone, went home, blogged about it and went to sleep. And just like that, the service that over 230 million people now use every month was announced to the public. And if anything, that original post is a lesson in humility; a reminder that no one knows what the future holds.

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I was skeptical, but oddly addicted. I was cautious, and yet optimistic. I tried to define Twitter then, and failed. I have tried many times since, and failed. After all these years, I still