For the Birds.

This is what happens when you prompt Chat GPT to replace Santa coming down the chimney with a drain pipe. We're all doomed.

As my dad would say...excavating the ole proboscis.

Yes, I know that this is not a picture of a Wooly Mammoth.

That over there is James. He designs our things.

A gratitude post on Thanksgiving

It's 724.312.1012 btw

And I don't care because it's still awesome.

For a CEO, I google an embarrassing amount of simple information. I did not go to business school, and despite being the first in my immediate family to got to college at all, something in my addled millennial brain feels a deep shame when I search for things I feel I should know…

When I brought Day Owl back, I found myself trying to replicate all the stuff we did well the first time. I tried to make the best possible sustainable backpack. I ignored all the stuff I messed up. But then I realized that for every good decision I’ve made, I’ve probably made 10 bad ones. That’s 10x the lessons, and according to Abraham Wald, that’s where we should also be focusing, on the lessons learned from the things that went poorly. So we will.