Silicon Valley was a town made up of engineers who thought in frameworks, decision trees, and game theory.
One of the many pieces of advice his father had given him—besides the importance of antivenom and the need for a good, sturdy blade—was that field anthropology was ninety percent preparation, and ten...
To guys like Mark, time was another weapon of the establishment, like alphabetical order. The great engineers, hackers - they didn't function under the same time constraints as everyone else.
You didn't go on MySpace to communicate, you went there to show yourself off. It was like one big narcissistic playground.
Below, he could see down the entire Strip, from the radioactive green lion at the base of the MGM Grand to the glowing spire of the Stratosphere. The logjam street traffic just added to the visual eff...
Tyler was to his left, and to his right were the three other witnesses who had joined them for the headlining session of the first day of testimony. Directly next to Cameron sat Fred Wilson, a seasone...
Occurred. But there was no denying it now, the evidence was all over him. The pleasantly warm flush to his normally sallow cheeks; the relaxed, almost rubbery way he leaned against the window—a stark...
Someone exceedingly loyal, a true yes-man, a cog who knew when to turn, when to stay still.
As an entrepreneur, you had one, maybe two, but usually not more than three chances to catch lightning in a bottle; as a venture capitalist, however, you could chase lightning as long as you had cash...
Everyone had a story he believed was worthy of a best-seller; for me, reality was rarely interesting enough to take the place of fiction.
You still had to use the Balkanized, legacy banking system, which was built before the internet even existed, littered with middlemen and rent-seekers all along the way. And only if the central author...
Zuckerberg had gotten lucky—in another world, the twins never would have had to approach him for coding help. In any event, Tyler and Cameron didn’t believe they were on the earth to exist; they were...
In other words, his story was part boast, part confession.
I once knew a beautiful young woman that didn't believe in forever. She became my forever.