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Hope all goes well… “Did you see the news about Charlie Kirk?” I asked my youngest, Charlie, 16. I knew rather little about Kirk, but understood he resonated with young people. The graphic video of his assassination flooded my feeds. It had only been a day since the clip of Iryna Zarutska’s gruesome murder had done the same. The inhumanity of her killer, Iryna’s innocence, the cowardly, chilling indifference of bysta

Anecdote: I remember hiding beneath my desk in 3rd grade. School shootings weren’t a thing back then. But the Soviets had their nukes pointed at Manhattan. So, when the siren went off, we learned to put our pencils down and curl up. Roots came out back then. Everyone watched it, learned about slavery, struggle, underground railroads, Kunta Kinte. My best friend was black, most were Jewish, Public School 158, York and

Hope all goes well… Wasn’t exactly the August I’d expected. Wyoming, Connecticut, Zurich, San Diego, Los Angeles. And I drove a Jeep halfway across America with my oldest boy, pulling a U-Haul, heading to Camp Pendleton, California, his new station. Rolled through New Mexico, its Breaking Bad desolation, Arizona, the southern border, the dark metal wall snaking through desert. Wyoming loves its guns. Switzerland its

Anecdote: “Pack your running shoes and a Bible Charlie, I’m going to introduce you to God,” texted SEAL to my youngest, now 16, and somehow taller than I. An operation had been planned for months. Nineteen of us would meet in the Tetons for Labor Day. My oldest son Jackson would fly in his favorite Marine, drop to a knee, and make her his fiancé. They’d hop in a pickup, drive deep into the wilderness, meet us all at

Hope all goes well… Released a podcast with Bankless this week [listen here], it’s my favorite crypto podcast by far. We covered a wide range of topics, including a discussion on the infrastructure we’ve been building and will be bringing to market. Dusted off an anecdote from 2022 (see below), back when we saw the infrastructure opportunity beginning to present itself. It’s always kind of interesting to look back th

Hope all goes well… Dusted off an anecdote from 2023 about AI, trading, and the flaws that make us human (see below). I take late summer off from writing. Making more space for family, reading, wandering. Wishing the same for you. All the very best, Eric Week-in-Review: Mon: Canada housing starts 294.1k (265.0k). Brazil eco activity 1.38% (1.20%e). Hamas said to agree to Gaza truce deal proposed by Qatar and Egypt th

Hope all goes well… Dusted off an anecdote from 2024 about the best career advice one of my closest friends ever received (see below). I take late summer off from writing. Making more space for family, reading, wandering. Wishing the same for you. All the very best, Eric Week-in-Review: Mon: Trump extends China tariff another 90 days. Trump names EJ Antoni to lead Bureau of Labor Statistics, succeeding McEntarfer. Me

Hope all goes well… Dusted off an anecdote about the mysterious nature of markets, physics, quantum entanglement. I take late summer off from writing. Making more space for family, reading, wandering. Wishing the same for you. All the very best, Eric Week-in-Review: Mon: US durable goods orders -9.4% (-9.3%e), factory orders -4.8% as exp. South Korea CPI 2.1% as exp. Turkey CPI 33.52% (34.10%e). Trump says he will be

Hope all goes well… Dusted off a piece I wrote in January 2021 titled The Case for Digital Assets (see below). I figured back then that it would probably take a decade or so to integrate blockchain technologies into the foundation of global finance. We seem to be tracking. And the process should accelerate with the regulatory changes now underway – the infrastructure race is on, starting with dollar stablecoin.

Hope all goes well… “You go ahead at your training pace, I’ll carry on at mine,” I said to Charlie, my youngest, now taller than me, the two of us headed up the mountain, the trail straight, insanely steep, a 1,500-foot climb. “You’re going to smoke me buddy, wait at the top.” And off he went at what seemed like a run, an eager 16-year-old’s pace, leaving me to my thoughts, so many questions, heart pounding. The memo