unicorns

"Every part of that makes sense in a way that things didn’t make sense two years ago," said "Late Night" host Seth Meyers.
A friend was on her way to give her professorial inaugural lecture when she suddenly started feeling symptoms of a urinary track infection. She panicked. UTI is no condition to speak to the Macademia (my word for male-dominated academia). It is hard to be composed when your lady parts are burning.
This is going to make me sound grumpy and old. Like something out of an Arthur Hailey novel, muttering about the way commerce used to be. But, really, this is about (re)applying logic to how we structure, launch, fund, and run early-stage enterprises. Besides, I'm not old.
Unicorns are jumping around Silicon Valley at a pace that Philz coffee can barely keep up with. So, I decided to dig in and see what all the rainbow hype was about.
When most people hear the word "unicorn," images of a majestic white horse with a glistening, magical horn spring to mind
Since then I have been busting my ass trying to build the next billion dollar company. Though I'm not there yet I'm working hard to build my billion dollar company Due.
"Softserve straight from a sphincter!" Squatty Potty ad boasts.
Those who wonder what the hell is going on with the accelerating number of startups getting billion-dollar valuations and above, please raise MY hand.
Announcement of the INDEX: Award is much more than a loud rally for promoting high-impact and beautifully formed design solutions.
The F-35 joint strike fighter, the United States' most expensive warplane to date, was supposed to cost $1.5 trillion over 50 years. The current contract is seven years behind schedule and $163 billion over budget. Here are four other things the US could have bought with the waste from the program.
There are only two women CEOs out of 84 major startups. That's apparently progress.
I'm still working my way through my bag of swag from the snack show. I'm happy to report though, that I took almost NO candy
Sometimes we invent mythical creatures: dragons, Bigfoot, unicorns, mermaids. Sometimes we become them ourselves -- like my daughter, the brave mermaid in the vast and mysterious Atlantic Ocean.
After each date, I feel the urge to call someone, to tell them what I just did, to brag. That I wanted to do something that seemed porny, unattainable, and weird. And I got it. I'm getting it. I'm getting it on the regular. It's the most overtly sexual life choice I've ever made, and it's fun.