Only three short, sweet years ago, David Karp was just another dreamy eyed dropout sitting atop a billion dollar idea. He wore a lot of plaid. He told the L.A. Times that the concept of advertising "really turns our stomachs." Today, he's on the beach, saying the best part of Vogue is the ads. David.
Lyft, one of San Francisco's most beloved new apps, isn't a bad idea if you think about it very briefly: the city's transit service isn't great, so let's make it easy to pay for a ride from your fellow man. But, surprise, when you let almost anyone be a cab driver, your fellow man is going to creep you the hell out.
During last week's rich person confab in Sun Valley, Idaho, the New York Times wondered why Google's chief was absent. Larry Page was "Conspicuous by His Absence," the headline read, and the article noted "he suffers from a chronic illness that affects his vocal cords and breathing." Too sick to attend? Nope! At a wedding. Whoops.
No, not Mark and Priscilla Z.—titan investor Marc Andreessen and his heiress wife Laura are the ones who tell the Zuckerbergs how to spend their money. They are tech's biggest, newest philanthropic force, and it looks like their marriage has been disrupted.
The Brogrammer is a mostly mythological figure, a nine-headed scapegoat. But there are, of course, programmers who also happen to be massive bros. For instance, the dudes who founded mega-valuable Snapchat. When you call yourself a "certified bro" in an email to the opposite sex, then yes, you probably are. Let's read their emails and texts.
