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In this episode, I confess an embarrassing childhood habit involving a garden hose, a stolen ounce of dish soap, and a foam tsunami that terrified both my dog and my mother—an early sign that I should never be left unsupervised with running water or “ideas.” From there, I somehow lurch into economics, comparing my backyard bubble disaster to the current panic over an AI “bubble.” (Because nothing says fiscal insight like a nine-year-old trying to drown a bucket.)
We talk about why froth isn’t failure, why wobbling isn’t doom, and why every great technological shift looks—at first—like a toddler on a bike headed straight for a parked Buick. I also make the case that hype is basically society’s way of throwing spaghetti at the wall, only now the spaghetti is venture-funded and wearing an unnecessary blazer.
If you’ve ever wondered whether the AI boom means we’re headed for a crash, a renaissance, or just another decade of adults pretending they understand “bandwidth,” join me. I promise you’ll leave with a clearer view of the river beneath the foam—and possibly a renewed suspicion of anyone who trusts me with a hose.
By Paul Henry SmithIn this episode, I confess an embarrassing childhood habit involving a garden hose, a stolen ounce of dish soap, and a foam tsunami that terrified both my dog and my mother—an early sign that I should never be left unsupervised with running water or “ideas.” From there, I somehow lurch into economics, comparing my backyard bubble disaster to the current panic over an AI “bubble.” (Because nothing says fiscal insight like a nine-year-old trying to drown a bucket.)
We talk about why froth isn’t failure, why wobbling isn’t doom, and why every great technological shift looks—at first—like a toddler on a bike headed straight for a parked Buick. I also make the case that hype is basically society’s way of throwing spaghetti at the wall, only now the spaghetti is venture-funded and wearing an unnecessary blazer.
If you’ve ever wondered whether the AI boom means we’re headed for a crash, a renaissance, or just another decade of adults pretending they understand “bandwidth,” join me. I promise you’ll leave with a clearer view of the river beneath the foam—and possibly a renewed suspicion of anyone who trusts me with a hose.