BeeSully 🐝

Most people wait until they feel ready to start. I've been building companies for 10 years. I've never felt ready. Not once. You start first. The ready part comes later.

Thanks for acknowledging these things. Better late than never. I’ll send you the hat.

The year is 1873. Your wife tires easily and reads too much. The doctor prescribes the rest cure: six weeks flat in bed, no books, no visitors, fed on milk, forbidden to sit up without his permission. The man who devised it is the most famous nerve specialist in America, and the women come out of it quieter, which is taken as the cure. The year is 1915. The hospital has a new way of delivering your child. Morphine, then scopolamine, and the mother wakes two days later with a baby she cannot remember having. They call it twilight sleep. The women are strapped into padded cots so they do not hurt themselves while they scream, and the straps are the modern part. The babies arrive blue and slow to breathe. The year is 1945. The truck comes down your street fogging DDT, and the children run behind it in the white cloud because the man on the back says it is harmless. At the beach it is sprayed over the bathers on their towels. It goes on the cattle, over the barn, and across the kitchen table. The year is 1948. Your son has trouble with his ears. The doctor slides a rod tipped with radium up each nostril and holds it there for the best part of ten minutes, and you bring him back three more times. Hundreds of thousands of American children get the same treatment. The cancers arrive in their fifties. The year is 1962. The health visitor tells you breastfeeding is old-fashioned and the formula is scientific. By 1972 fewer than one American baby in four is breastfed at all. The formula is skimmed milk and sugar, with the milk fat taken out and vegetable oil put in. The year is 1971. The family planning clinic fits a small plastic crab called the Dalkon Shield. Its tail is a bundle of fibres that wicks bacteria up into the womb. 2.8 million are fitted in America before it is withdrawn, and the company goes bankrupt under the claims. It had been sold as safe and superior. The year is 1983. The doctor says your arteries are the butter's fault. The dripping tin goes in the bin, the yolks go to the dog, the margarine goes in the fridge, and you have the heart attack anyway, on skimmed milk, having done everything right. The year is 2001. Your 15-year-old is low, and the doctor prescribes Paxil, because the trial in the journal says it is effective and well tolerated in adolescents. The raw data, reanalysed 14 years later, shows more suicidal thinking on the drug than on the sugar pill. The company pays $3 billion to settle. Nobody rings the house. The year is 2009. The government has spent around £500 million stockpiling Tamiflu for the pandemic, on the strength of the manufacturer's trials. When the trials are finally prised loose five years later, the drug shortens flu by about half a day and nothing shows it keeps anyone out of hospital. The stockpile goes out of date in a warehouse. The year is 2026. The doctor has ten minutes and a screen. The number is high, so the tablet is for life. The weight is high, so the injection is for life. The meat is bad for the planet and the oil is good for the heart, and the person in the chair is as certain as everyone who ever sat in it. Every one of those was settled, by a committee, in a journal, with a doubter somewhere being laughed at. The rest cure, the straps, the fog, the rod, the formula, the crab, the margarine, the trial, the stockpile. All of it certain, all of it printed, all of it done to somebody who had asked for help. You were never the one who was wrong. You were the one it was done to, and the only person in the story who did as they were told every single time. The apology comes a generation late, in a footnote, addressed to nobody. The next one is being drafted now.

Next year, I will give one of my SpaceX shares to every kid in America. This will be the first of many.

$TSLA stock tomorrow

If you just keep doing, you will burn out and grind to a halt. Build downtime into your schedule just as you would make time for all the other stuff that needs to get done. #principleoftheday

I literally hooked up ALL my finance accounts to Grok Bot. I really mean all of them: 1/ Chase 2/ Charles Schwab 3/ E*TRADE 4/ Fidelity 5/ Robinhood 6/ Wealthfront 7/ Apple Card 8/ 𝕏 Money FYI, this is a total of 30 accounts... Chase alone is 13 accounts between checking, savings, brokerage, credit cards, a 401(k), trusts, a stock plan, and 529s for the kids. I was already honestly the best with my $ money and I’ve NEVER made a late payment in my life. But before Grok Bot, I was wasting so much time bc every answer lived in different apps. Like my cash was in one place, cards in another, brokerage accounts somewhere else, and had to compile everything in a spreadsheet, if I even got around to putting it together. Now I just text my Grok Bot CFO. I can ask, “What’s my cash right now?” and it pulls everything together and separates personal from business. I can ask which credit cards are coming due and whether I have enough cash to pay them all in full. Green means I’m covered, red means I’m short, and it tells me exactly how much I need. I actually tested this... going red on purpose. Like I moved $ money around so I would come up short on one of the upcoming bills, and Grok caught it. I can even ask, “Where did my $ money go?” and instead of opening a bunch of apps, downloading transactions, cleaning up a spreadsheet, and making a chart myself, it pulls everything together and gives me the breakdown. Today, I also asked it for a pie chart of all my stock investments with the amounts and percentages. 1/ TSLA is 84.9% 2/ SPCX is 10.4% 3/ NVDA is 4.7% That’s across $ money sitting in different brokerage accounts, and it's awesome that I didn’t have to think about where any of it was. I literally just asked it one question... you can see for yourself. If you’re serious about your finances, you already ask the same questions all the time. • Like, can I cover everything that’s due? • Where did my $ money go? • How much $ cash do I really have? • What investments do I actually own? But honestly, the annoying part is that your financial life is usually scattered across 10+ different apps/platforms and a bunch of accounts, so getting a real answer takes a lot of work and your time. And honestly, most people probably don’t even look until something feels off or if they get a notification that a payment was missed or something. Now, with all my finance accounts linked, I just ask a normal question, Grok Bot checks everything it has connected, and gives me the answer. Then I can ask the same thing tomorrow, and again whenever, and get the updated version without rebuilding anything. The fact that you are able to talk to your entire financial life like you’re texting someone who already knows where everything is... this is a total game changer in the world of finance imo. If you really care about your $ money, hook yours up to Grok Bot. It's so worth it.

What Tobi is about to do today is one of the most insane things I’ve seen in athletic performance. He will be racing for 2.5 hours straight. Before immersing myself in this sport for the past few days, I would have thought “oh that’s cool, he’ll be driving a fast car around a track.” That is not what this is. And why I have so much respect for him. Tobi will be driving a car over 180 mph, experiencing up to 4.2 g of force. That will throw his body forward with 715 lbs of force and his head by 67 lbs. Braking action requires up to 200 lbs of leg force. The cockpit will average 104-122°F (40 to 50°C). His multi-layer suit barely allows for evaporation. This will cause his core body temperature to reach 102°F. I achieved this same body temp after 200°F of dry sauna for 34 min. It’s overwhelming. His heart rate will beat between 140-170 bpm. He will sweat up to 170 fl oz (5 kg), losing 11 lbs of body weight. Some classes run driver cooling systems. His LMP2 doesn't. Under these conditions, he will need to maintain perfect concentration for the entire 2.5 hours. He’s fighting for tenths of a second on every turn and every stretch. One small slip up and trouble awaits. Today it’s even more intense… it’s raining. The track is wet, scrambling everything. He has to maintain spatial memory of every other car on the track, the complicated rules to avoid penalty, and constantly strategize overtaking other drivers, communicate with his team on the radio, watch for debris, be aware of slightest nuances of his car, and anticipate other drivers. He did a practice run on Thursday and then a qualifying race yesterday, when he emerged from the car, he was a different human. Unrecognizable from the person who entered the car. Beaming with something like an omnipresence of reality. We celebrate those who are especially good at kicking balls, shooting balls into baskets, and running with balls. What Tobi will do today is alien to those. I struggle to think of a sport equally as demanding. Tobi and I have a lot in common. We’ve both built companies. We both spend a lot of time at the keyboard trying to organize the world in ways that we find beautiful. We both love data, method, and analysis. We both have a love for continuous improvement and will endure any pain required to achieve that next goal. What I’ve not experienced is the unmatched flow state Tobi tells me he drops into when under these racing conditions. I deeply understand what it means to achieve a 102°F core body temperature after 34 min in a 200°F dry sauna. I also know what 3 g’s feels like from being a pilot. These are extremely intense psychological states. I know what it means to apply 200 lbs of pressure with my legs. What I’ve never experienced is all these things, at the same time, for 2.5 hours straight, while maintaining perfect focus. He is new to car racing. Late by racing standards. DHH got him into it a few years ago. During this first year of racing, he endured to overcome the extreme motion sickness that accompanies the physical and mental violence of the sport. The race starts at noon eastern. Tobi will be driving for the first 2.5 hours and then @dhh will drop in, followed by Mathias Beche. The race will conclude at 10 pm. I’ll be in the pit watching as all the data streams in from his car and body and imagining what it’s like to be in that car.

We are now entering into an era where any product can be created exactly to a consumer's preferences & needs. I vibe-fabricated a dog door with a wifi-controlled lock, perfectly to the specifications & design of my house. I know nothing about metal fabrication or electrical engineering. It's now getting manufactured and delivered in 2 weeks -- for almost the same cost if I bought a mass-produced item off-the-shelf.