marketers accessing data as if they were SQL analysts. tickled pink. .

probably nothing. Anyone can now explore blockchain data: CEO, Foundation Head, marketer, growth lead. No SQL required. The future is arriving, it's your stop. What are you waiting for?.

Overheard and floored: " @flipsidecrypto's data scientist-trained fleet of agents is now accessible via MCP, transforming any supported AI interface into an onchain intelligence system” 🤯.

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Anyway, this is crypto. It's not for the faint of heart. It's a walk in the park, if the park is in seven different dimensions, with hardscrabble and assorted lugs and screws in the sandbox, with towers made of jelly and trees glued to lightposts and benches made of dog's ears.

There’s Pei at Sei. Real name, you say? Yes, there’s also Jay at Sei. Pei and Jay are both at Sei. So is Jeff, pronounced Jefé, so Pei and Jay and Jefé at Sei. Then there’s K. Rhymes with Sei, but clearly it’s correlation and not causation. Which is ok, k? No, not like the.

There’s Satoshi, of course. And DOMO and Gargamel and Rat4. And OxSifu, who spent 18 months in prison for having a birth certificate name (Michael Patryn). SolanaLegend was once an actual legend, although now more a hermit crab because they built bags by advising FTX. There’s.

Another investor-type says crypto, "is like aging in dog years.". This I'm still digesting because Veterinarians will explain 15 human years equals the first year of a medium-sized dog’s life. And year two for a dog equals about nine years for a human. After that, each human year.

Crypto is a bit Miller's Planet in Interstellar; immense gravitational pulls causing enormous tidal waves. There's huge highs and crashing lows; people get punched out by being rugged too much, or becoming the butt end of a rumor about sex with a horse, or by seeing their.

One kind crypto gent ponders from the sidelines, as if watching a pack of bison just over the hill, "so few people make it through several cycles." . I wonder if he thinks it's a feature or a bug. Or, actually a feature of a bug. That's more like it.

@bramcohen from Chia ponders all this. He's a builder. So is Konstantine from @BlockdaemonHQ. And Abby from Fidelity. Also @jerallaire from Circle. Bram ponders and offers enlightenment, . "maybe the fraudsters are the majority, and it's the real builders who exist on the.

How about Hayden Davis, you know, the $LIBRA guy who stacked hard on the Argentinian President? Oh and he pumped $MELANIA coin, and some bullshit $WOLF meme thing related to Wolf of Wall Street. Went up, insiders and snipers profited, and then it went dooooooowwwwwn, hard.

What about Pacman, originally Tieshun Roquerre, can I talk about him? Guy stood up a wallet, said put your money here and if I launch a protocol, who knows, maybe you'll get in on the airdrop. $1b+ later, and eventually he launches. Sure some get rich, but then it falters; it's.

[End of Story].

The meeting ends and I'm exiting the General Catalyst offices on a perp walk of sorts. The Partners are standing in office doorways, and I walk the long hallways past each of them. They're smiling, each shaking my hand, each ready to finance this bold and astute founder. One -.

Suddenly, an eruption of laughter; back slaps and head nods and one partner jumps up and runs around the room, high-fiving others like a game of corporate duck duck goose. You see, this misstep - this lack of attentiveness, this inability-to-listen-to-instructions - wasn't read.

As you might have sagely suspected, I failed at my one task. I hadn't given slide 15 a second of thought. The page stared at the room blankly, like sun-bleached white snow, like the light one might see as they're passing to the other side. The room quieted. Silence and pins.

A few days later, ten venture capitalists flanked each side of a long mahogany table. The Associates sat at the front, closest to the action, while I stood to present their handiwork to the room. The VC Partners were leaning in, they were hanging on every word, every slide, every.

On the 15th slide, they paused. A title splashed across the top, What Can General Catalyst Do To Help You? The rest of the page was blank. The Associates explained in no uncertain terms this was the only work I needed to do: "Find 10 minutes and fill this out," they instructed.

Later that week, General Catalyst Associates Bill and Isaac showed up at our offices, computers and abacuses in tow. "Point us to your finance team," they commanded. "Oh, and the folks who sell products.". Then they trotted off to busy themselves. At the end of the day, they.