<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Musing in Public</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/</link><description>Recent content on Musing in Public</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.musinginpublic.com/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The EA-fication of Everything</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/the-ea-fication-of-everything/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/the-ea-fication-of-everything/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A personal pet peeve of mine is when a friend or peer punts me to their executive assistant to handle scheduling when we&amp;rsquo;re already mid-conversation and they could have just glanced at their calendar and scheduled it right there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If this is a make-or-break client and the deal of the year? Fine. Great. I&amp;rsquo;m being paid to smile. But otherwise, it just becomes&amp;hellip;oh, okay, well, here&amp;rsquo;s my EA to talk to your EA. One quick &amp;ldquo;how&amp;rsquo;s this upcoming Thursday&amp;rdquo; becomes an escalating email arms race with 20 back and forth volleys scheduling a meeting months into the future when the thing isn&amp;rsquo;t even going to be relevant anymore. What&amp;rsquo;s the point of us maintaining a relationship if it&amp;rsquo;s just going to be two assistants in contact with each other? It&amp;rsquo;s effectively, at scale, my assistant sending you an obligatory happy birthday message and yours sending one back to me every year as well. Productivity goal: met. Network: somehow getting more disconnected than ever.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Great AI Trickle-Down — Even HPE Is a Growth Stock Now</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/the-great-ai-trickle-down/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/the-great-ai-trickle-down/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It feels like the AI boom (bubble?) is entering a new phase: wealth redistribution.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Over the past few years the Magnificent Seven have gone from sitting on their cash like dragons hoarding gold to splashing it everywhere. Everyone except Apple, of course, which is still in the corner counting its iPhone money. Google, a company that prints cash for a living, just used the moment to raise $80 billion in equity.&lt;sup id="fnref:1"&gt;&lt;a href="#fn:1" class="footnote-ref" role="doc-noteref"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; And even the most congenitally conservative dollar in America, aka Berkshire Hathaway, got in on the action with a $10 billion stake in that raise.&lt;sup id="fnref:2"&gt;&lt;a href="#fn:2" class="footnote-ref" role="doc-noteref"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It's Already 2126</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/its-already-2126/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/its-already-2126/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometime between November of 2025 and January of 2026, a century passed. It is not May of 2026. It is May of 2126.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember watching my children learn to ride a bicycle. For weeks on end they toiled away with no perceptible improvement, brave but dangerously clumsy and always one fleeting moment away from disaster. Then one day, something clicked…the balance, the inertia, what to do with the pedals. In literally a blink of an eye, their entire world changed. One second earlier they &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; couldn&amp;rsquo;t ride a bike. The next, their eyes lit up with confidence, as if they had ridden for years.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Disclaimer</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/disclaimer/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.musinginpublic.com/disclaimer/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="the-standard-disclaimer"&gt;The Standard Disclaimer&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These are my thoughts. Not yours, and definitely not my employer&amp;rsquo;s, my clients&amp;rsquo;, my wife&amp;rsquo;s, my children&amp;rsquo;s, my dog&amp;rsquo;s, or any organization that has ever cut me a check. Some of them might in fact be my dog&amp;rsquo;s, but that&amp;rsquo;s covered by an NDA.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a person with opinions and a keyboard, which the internet has, regrettably, taught us is not always the same thing as a person with expertise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Why Musing, Why Public</title><link>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/why-musing-why-public/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.musinginpublic.com/posts/why-musing-why-public/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I started this blog for the most embarrassing reason a person can start a blog: I had too many ideas in too many places, and decided the solution was, somehow, to make one more. The ideas were piling up in chat windows, sticky notes, margins of books, and in conversations that ended with someone saying &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;you should write that down somewhere.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; So here we are. Somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a notebook in public. The two things I think about most are the paradoxes of raising a family and the strange new century we&amp;rsquo;re navigating at work. Sometimes they run on exactly the same principles. Other times, conflating them ends badly — performance reviews on chores, for instance, are not the unifying breakthrough they sound like at 11am on a Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>