I messed up.
At our YC afterparty, we offered free tattoos and said we’d be happy to interview anyone who got one. What I thought would be a fun, memorable way to meet people was, in reality, reckless, and instead came across as tying a permanent tattoo to job opportunity, which showed poor judgement.
Even though participants chose their own tattoos and no one was asked to get our logo, I should have understood the pressure and power dynamic created by connecting tattoos to hiring.
Regardless of said intent, turning a celebration of personalized art into a company stunt was poorly exercised judgement. We’ve taken the posts down and have spoken to everyone who participated. We’re also ready to cover associated removal costs with anyone facing any delayed regret.
I’m sorry to the people we put in that position, and to everyone who expected better from me. There’s no clever explanation here. I got carried away, and I was wrong.
For the facts: interviews were available to everyone regardless.
This is why what @terryschappert does is so awesome.
Old dogs will lose their old owners, and instead of spending their last lonely days in a pound kennel after losing their best friend, they get Terry.
In 1946, Soviet Marshal Georgy Zhukov reportedly asked the United States for a clear, unbranded version of Coca-Cola so he could drink it without attracting Stalin’s suspicion. The company created a vodka-like variation in plain glass bottles marked only with a red star, which became known as “White Coke.”
After World War II, Soviet Marshal Georgy Zhukov reportedly developed a taste for Coca-Cola after being introduced to the beverage by General Dwight D. Eisenhower. Under Joseph Stalin’s rule, however, openly consuming an American product could be seen as a sign of sympathy toward Western capitalism, creating a political dilemma for one of the Soviet Union’s most celebrated military figures.
To avoid unwanted attention, Zhukov allegedly used diplomatic channels through General Mark W. Clark to request a version of Coca-Cola that resembled vodka. The request eventually reached President Harry S. Truman, who passed it along to The Coca-Cola Company. A chemist at a bottling plant in Austria removed the drink’s caramel coloring while preserving its familiar flavor.
The resulting clear Coca-Cola, later nicknamed “White Coke,” was placed in plain, straight-sided glass bottles with white caps featuring a red star instead of the company’s iconic branding. In 1946, a shipment of 50 cases was reportedly delivered discreetly to Zhukov, moving through Soviet-controlled areas without being inspected.
MIT filmed a calculus course in black and white decades ago and it still teaches better than most of what shipped this year. Almost nobody watches it.
This is Calculus Revisited, Unit 1, Lecture 1, taught by Herb Gross. Analytic geometry from the ground up, chalk on a board, 1 camera locked in place.
Gross built the course for adults returning to math after years away. No prerequisites assumed. Every idea earned in front of you instead of quoted from a textbook.
The opening move is simple division written on the board. From there he shows why coordinates work at all, the thing most courses skip and every student silently fakes.
Watch how slowly he goes. Each step spoken out loud, nothing left implicit, the pace of someone who expects you to actually follow.
A backend engineer I know rewatched Unit 1 twice before touching linear algebra and said it fixed a gap he'd carried for 12 years.
MIT put the whole course online free under Creative Commons.
Production value aged badly. The teaching didn't.
My friend Senator Graham reportedly died from an aortic dissection, which I focused on as a heart surgeon. This catastrophic condition kills most victims within 48 hours and is best prevented by managing your blood pressure.
Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat.
Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records.
My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now.
Called the county clerk.
Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty.
Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons?
Me: Yes, but he's a cat.
Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county?
Me: He's a legal cat.
Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption.
Me: He can't file anything. He has paws.
Clerk: You can file on his behalf.
Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat."
Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons."
Me: What's the medical reason?
Clerk: He's a cat.
Me: That's not a medical condition.
Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving.
Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later.
"Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement."
Took the letter to my vet.
Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty.
Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty?
Me: Excellent question. No good answer.
Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten.
Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve?
Vet: On what grounds?
Me: He's a cat.
Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings."
Me: Perfect.
Sent it in. Got another rejection.
"Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court."
My roommate thought this was hilarious.
Roommate: Felix is going to jail.
Me: This is serious.
Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens.
Decided that was actually the only option left.
Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters.
Checked in at the courthouse.
Clerk: Name?
Me: Felix Martinez.
Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat.
Me: I've been saying that for six weeks.
Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption?
Me: I filed three. All rejected.
Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.
Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation?
Me: Twice.
Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this.
Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me.
Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote?
Me: You tell me.
Supervisor: This is a data error.
Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out.
They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience.
Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry.
Me: Appreciate it.
Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted?
Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats.
Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card.
For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was.
Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud.
Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent.
Roommate: That's what they all say.
Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now.
Fitting end to his legal career.
There are roughly 454 adult Ethiopian wolves left on Earth. All of them live on mountain plateaus above 10,000 feet in Ethiopia, hunting giant mole rats across the Afroalpine moorlands. It is the rarest canid species in the world and Africa's most endangered carnivore.
It looks more like a long-legged fox than what most people picture when they hear "wolf," but genetics settled the question: the Ethiopian wolf is remarkably more closely related to the gray wolf and the coyote than to any other African canid.
Its ancestors likely came from wolf-like canids that entered Africa from Eurasia, then gradually specialized into one of the most focused predators alive: a mostly solitary hunter built around catching rodents.
Researchers documented something else a bit unexpected about these canids.
After a hunt, individual wolves were observed wandering into fields of red hot poker flowers and licking the nectar. One wolf visited 30 flowers in a single foraging trip. Pollen covered its muzzle with every visit.
It's the first large carnivore ever recorded feeding on flower nectar. The researchers who published the finding noted it may make the Ethiopian wolf the first known large predator to also function as a pollinator, carrying pollen between plants on its face while hunting an entirely different kind of meal.
Capturing the Milky Way doesn't require thousands of dollars in gear. Here is my simple guide to using your smartphone—or camera—and the dark sky to take professional-quality photos. https://t.co/YHmzGHDArz
@GMFWashington@karol Yup. I know a few kids doing this. A friend's daughter just got a commercial ticket while she's in college. I also know a couple who got their commercial drone tickets.