Chamath Palihapitiya
Get the money. Get the money, and then let’s get around a table, and let’s create new rules. Literally that simple: get the fucking money. I’m serious.
Chamath Palihapitiya
Perennially quotable.
Compounding a worldview into reality.
That bod and a squillionaire?
It is going to be made, it is going to be allocated, and you have a moral imperative to make sure that if you have a point of view that matters, and you want to reflect it, you get it.
Chamath Palihapitiya
Chamath… you’ve surely got more qualified in your dm’s. I am not so naive to believe that I could bring their credentials or experience to the table… but their competency?
After all, this is the new liquid, uncredentialed economy, where track record is everything and your qualifications much less.
I Want To Work For You Chamath
Simple as that.
It’s not about money, not about signalling, certainly not about clout or any of the motivations that likely dominate your inbound since you became a household name to the retail investor.
Why I want to work for you is because of the types of experiences your line of work is exposed to.
Day after day of intellectual massage.
Putting your worldview into effect. I can be an operator for you. A researcher. A communicator. Hard due diligence and company qualification. The type of energy you bring to these interviews back in 2013/14/15, slamming the unoriginality in social innovation. Lauding the types who want to bend physics in their favour. BIG thinking. I want to spend my time with your leverage determining who has offers the best path for geothermal, better energy, mining, pollution, waste disposal, agriculture – the types of unsexy but integral variables of humanity.
It strikes me so deeply Chamath.
I was recently conducting an interview with a great American philosopher. In the context of Nietzsche, Zarathustra and ‘becoming who you are’, I was drawn to this line…as you reach the top of the mountain, the horizon still bends out of view.
It’s all about the journey mate, and I couldn’t imagine a more exciting journey than one that exposed me daily to the future’s potentiality.
High ambition and charisma drag people into orbit. Your 2045 goals are the ambition, your communication is the charisma. What else can I say but I want to be a part of it.
A Bit About Me
I am dripping in Von Humbolt’s fernweh, one of those beautiful, untranslatable German words.
It’s a longing for distant and unknown places. I am not running away from anything. I’ve done that. I know exactly where I want to be and more importantly who I want to be with. Now it’s just the long pursuit of getting my worldview into compounding markets.
I am so interested in just about everything to do with how the world works. The endless pursuit in trying to understand the economic incentives of large swathes of populations, organisations and beliefs.
Whether that is the global finance red pill (offshore, capital flight, kleptocracy, underground economy), which has culminated in me producing the audiobook for Jim Henry’s ‘Blood Bankers’ (talk about a cancer of misaligned incentives).
Whether that’s in the exploration of the great minds of history. I have conducted interviews with Genghis Khan, Machiavelli, and of course, Nietzsche. How about the internet’s biggest podcast on Nassim Taleb? (btw – I would love to hear what Friedberg has to say about ol’ Nassim)
I have interviewed the worlds best photographers. Beauty and the aesthetic should be pursued in everything.
My experiences so far are of the eclectic and curious sort. These experiences from which would make so perfect a match for the type of work I am proposing.
Less Important Details
I am Australian. I am 27. I live in Sweden. I have worked relentlessly since I was 16. I LOVE poker.
Chamath. In writing to you I reach far beyond the capacity of my grasp, but it is in the chanceless, tail end of life’s future and infinite set of possibilities that lay beneath our feet an outcome where I work for you.
Anyway, I am getting ahead of myself.
I hope all is well Chamath.
BTW… Poker
I was so stoked to see you on Poker After Dark.
When I was 18-19 the ONLY thing me and my mate did was play poker. We worked for a local tournament operator for small-time pubs. We hosted these $10-$20 buy-in tournaments.
I was responsible for setting the tables, managing the stacks, dealing the final table, but most importantly… managing the cash, the maniacs and the chaos that is low stakes poker games on the outskirts of Sydney.
We worked 4-6 nights a week, and almost without fault, would go and pretend to be professional poker players at the Star Casino afterwards. I would end up responsibly managing my bankroll, but without fault, I would be left to drag my mate away from the game as he chased to the end his losses.
Poker was everything. I did university, watched poker videos, played online and then did the nightly routine above.
I’ve since moved on but would love an excuse to be dragged back into that world.
