At present course these would decimate small businesses and further exacerbate the income and wealth inequality.

I’d put my money on the opposite outcome—once we return to a semblance of normality, we’ll crave in-person interaction like never before

I don’t need to release this before WWDC. I don’t need to release it until it’s done. One thing I’ve learned from all of this is that a lot of things can just. freaking. wait.

So, please: Keep making your art. Keep speaking the truth. We need your efforts, no matter how small and how trivial they may seem to you.

Even when you’re browsing a website by yourself in your dim apartment, you’re doing it alongside many other real, physical people.

but at a macro-level: we’re fucking quarantined?? The foreground is fine, but the background is chaos.

Two diametrically opposed perspectives of the world. And both were both true.

how venture capital, in its essence, is a call option and how that explains the odd ways startups sometimes behave. I’d write about, in my most financially-ambitious piece, how the maniacal focus on the upside is why companies build their technologies as generally throw-away, how people constantly change jobs after 2-3 years, and other such things. ​ But one of the reasons I had moved to the U.S. more than 15 years ago was [...] a sense of sanity. A place to not just live, but breathe.

Pay attention up to the point where it’s useful, then stop. And please, please, please don’t stop making art. Especially weird shit. We need you right now more than ever.

It is one thing to be sick. It is another not to know your chances of getting well. Americans who have had the virus share their experiences.

I spent last week relatively offline in Mexico, which became an interesting experiment in how the internet shapes perception: During the vacation, alarm about coronavirus in the United States escalated, but I didn’t really know because nothing in my offline environment reflected that sentiment. Since returning to the US and resuming my normal internet intake, it feels like my panic instinct missed a formative period in its development. As of now, I’m still less concerned about coronavirus than others seem to be, and while I feel a vague need, if not a civic duty, to step my worry up, I’m mainly just thankful to care less about something than I’m supposed to, for once. Regardless of how I feel, though, the coronavirus discourse is providing an interesting lesson in how these two different layers of reality can handle certain information so differently, and either amplify or suppress it: Usually the internet seems to overamplify things, but right now it seems to be properly amplifying something (although there’s nothing to check that against).