Dear Guy Who Just Made My Burrito: A Fictional Letter Written to a Fictional Person About a Real Struggle

How Paypal and Reddit faked their way to traction

When “faking it before making it” actually works

There were several factors that contributed to YouTube becoming the #1 video sharing service on the web. But a lot of initial adoption…

It’s a Man’s Phone

My female hands meant I couldn’t use my Google Nexus to document tear gas misuse

An open letter to Scottevest CEO Scott Jordan

How poor customer service can turn love to the depths of…

The Facebook experiment has failed. Let’s go back.

It could happen to you

My pregnant wife just called me a few hours ago from SFO as she was boarding an airplane to Austin, TX. "I got an email…

The Kinfolk Cookbook: Small Gatherings You’ll Likely Never Be Invited To

40 Years Later, Heinz Still Doesn’t Understand McDonald’s

Lessons in supplier-buyer relations and…

IKEA, My Nightmare

Kill me now.

IKEA is a frightening place. Especially on a weekend. It reminds me of Jean Paul Sartre’s existential play No Exit. In other words, being in IKEA is like being trapped in hell.