On Nerd Club (after Tyler)

I look around… I look around and see a lot of new faces. Which means a lot of you have been insulated from recession layoffs.

I see in our community some the smartest, most creative people alive. I see all this beautiful amazing potential, and I see it squandered.

God dammit, an entire generation selling online advertisements or building the walled garden social network; slaves with conference t-shirts and free snacks.

We’re the middle children of internet history. No privacy or place. We have no Space Race. No Great Depression. Our Space Race is for eyeballs… our Great Depression is our careers.

Advertising has us chasing the latest gadgets and IPOs, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don’t need.

We were raised on the web to believe that we’d all be millionaires from stock options, made into blockbuster movies, internet meme rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re starting to figure that out.

I look around this room and I see a lot of courage. And it gives me strength. We give each other strength.

Nod to Tyler.