Brazil comically sucking at soccer is the kind of thing that a sci-fi writer would casually drop into their work to establish a near future world that was still familiar but had gone fundamentally wrong or screwy.
Like the Pope being American or the President being Donald Trump.
A woman hiking in Canada nearly became a grizzly’s next meal and the video circulating right now is genuinely one of the most intense wildlife encounters you will ever watch - her dog is with her, a massive grizzly is right there, and somehow she kept her head together long enough for both of them to walk away breathing.
That is not a small thing. Most people talk tough until nature is standing ten feet in front of them and every instinct in your body is screaming to run, and running is exactly the worst thing you can do.
Grizzlies are built to chase, they top out over 700 pounds and can cover ground faster than any human alive. The people who survive these moments are the ones who override pure fear with pure discipline and this woman did exactly that.
If you hike, camp, or spend any real time in the wilderness - bear spray is not optional, it is the difference between a story you tell and one somebody else tells about you.
Could you have kept your cool?
Hats off to her.
"the largest AI hyperscalers are spending $755 billion on capex in 2026 (+83% year/year), which would represent 100% of their cash flows from operations" - Goldman
Some time ago I coded a TUI Minesweeper in Pascal. Today I coded an AI agent in C to play that Minesweeper for me so I have more time to increase the shareholder's value. This is only the beginning. We are not ready for what's coming.
I realized fundraising was the first time in my life I got rejected at scale. And honestly, as a woman, I was not emotionally trained for it.
Before the feminists come for me, let me make my point.
I think the first real arena where most people experience power, desire, status, and rejection is dating.
And dating trains men brutally.
A lot of men learn very early that if they want someone, they have to walk across the room, risk looking stupid, get rejected, survive it, and do it again. They learn that rejection is volume, timing, targeting. It’s a numbers game.
A lot of women are trained very differently.
Especially if you’re a pretty girl, you don’t usually walk into a bar looking at a guy thinking: “Can I have him?” You only think: “Do I want him?”.
You don’t build your identity around shooting your shot 100 times and surviving 99 no’s. You don’t get trained to ask directly, get rejected publicly, and act normal 5 minutes later.
You get trained to be “chosen”. To be impressive enough that the opportunity comes to you.
And then you start building a company.
And the whole paradigm changes. Suddenly, everyone can say no to you. Investors say no. Candidates say no. Customers say no.
And when your rejection muscle is weak, your brain does the dumbest thing possible: it makes the “no” mean something about you. That you’re not smart enough. Not compelling enough.
I think this is one of the most underrated gender differences in fundraising.
Not that men are inherently better at it. But a lot of them have built thicker rejection scar tissue earlier. They know how to hear no and keep moving. They know how to make it less personal. They know how to treat it like volume, timing, targeting, iteration.
I didn’t.
I’ve raised 3 rounds. On the surface, the story looks great: I raised with Sequoia, OpenAI, Khosla. Woohoo.
The real story is less sexy: every round wrecked me. I lost 5kg each time. I probably donated a few years of life expectancy to the cap table.
Because every round, I only got 1 term sheet. One. EVERYONE else said no. And when almost everyone says no, your body does not care about the intellectually correct explanation. It only hears: Maybe they’re right. Maybe you’re not that compelling. Maybe you’re not the founder you thought you were.
For a long time, I thought confidence meant learning not to take the no personally. I don’t believe that anymore. Maybe some people are built like that. I’m not.
30 years of being trained to be chosen does not turn into resilience because someone in a Patagonia vest says fundraising is a numbers game.
So now I think confidence is something less glamorous.
Confidence is taking the no very personally. Letting it ruin your day, losing your appetite, spiraling for hours… And still taking the next meeting.
Confidence is just being bothered as f*** and not letting it make you smaller.
I still don’t fully believe my own BS as I’m writing this, but I guess that’s the point. Can’t wait for the next round to find out.
For Abkhazia, Paganism is already the majority's "normal." Most researchers fail to grasp this, because on paper and across countless copy-pasted sources the Abkhaz appear to be roughly 60% Christian and 20% Muslim. But practically, even during Ottoman and Soviet times, it was never like that. The Abkhaz were predominantly pagan, believing in their own myths. Islam, Christianity, and even Judaism among the Abkhaz practically do not exist in any meaningful sense; instead, belief in old pagan rituals and supernatural forces is woven into cultural patterns of individual and social life, regulating people's attitudes and behaviors called as "Apsuara".
To illustrate: none of my teammates knew anything about Christian practices, even though a few wore crosses or had cross in their car's mirror. The Muslims among them had no idea about Islam either.
In a class I taught at Abkhaz State University, I noticed on my calendar that the next day was a significant Christian holiday. Curious whether it was an official holiday, I asked and none of the 40 students had any idea. I asked if any of them were Christians; a few raised their hands but said they weren't really into it. I then asked if there were any Muslims. One student raised his hand and politely asked me what "Bismillah" meant. I was shocked, because "Bismillahirrahmanirrahim" is one of the most core phrases in Islam, among the very first things one learns. He said he was simply curious about its meaning, because his grandmother always said "Bismillah" right before slaughtering chickens. Then, to my great surprise, I asked the whole class what their religion was, and all together, in a blissful voice, they answered: "We are Abkhaz."
The Sukhum synagogue and the Abkhaz Jewish community are no different. I had known a wonderful person in Abkhazia for years, and when he heard I was going to visit Tel Aviv, he told me his brother was there too and that we should meet up. I asked what his brother was doing in Israel, and he said his brother had become an Israeli citizen ten years ago. Still not understanding, I noted that it's nearly impossible for non-Jews especially citizens of de facto states like Abkhazia to obtain Israeli citizenship. He then told me his family was Jewish, which shocked me, because they were hardcore Abkhaz in every sense. He had never mentioned it before, and he was surprised by my surprise - because for the Abkhaz, religion simply doesn't mean that much. Yet, like every other Abkhaz, even as a Jew he deeply believed in the old Abkhaz tales, mystical creatures, and mythical events.
But the strangest example: during late Ottoman times, in a rural area, there was a building commonly used as both a church and a mosque, divided by a wooden wall and door. So far, fine. But the truly remarkable part? The imam and the priest were the same person.
Another thing to show how Abkhaz society is hardcore secular is that, our friends that were to get married did not know each other's religion till the first Ramadan. Nobody cared, yet they knew each other's both paternal sides for their families-clans.
Long story short: never take for granted the widely circulated "sources" that get copy-pasted endlessly without anyone questioning the information's current accuracy.