What is the Future of Venture?
I co-authored a fun Antler Insights essay “What is The Future of Venture?“, with Antler Ronald Jan Schuurs.
Venture Investing In The Downturn
I wrote a short article for Antler Insights, the early-stage venture firm that I joined in July. You can see the post on Antler’s blog “Insights” here, and copied below. Will 2023 be the best vintage of the coming decade? Kevin Brennan, Antler—November 2022 2022 has been a year of dramatic and unprecedented scenes. Now that we are half-way through Q4 and the outlook is still unsettled, will the tension and drama continue, or will the array of challenges start easing? Signs are not looking good. The timing and duration of a well-forecast recession are still difficult to call, we are in a historic IPO drought, an ugly war of attrition wages on in Ukraine, and regular natural resources calamities…
On James Lovelock, Carl Sagan’s Office Mate at NASA
This post is an assignment from the Writing course I took during my Q4 2021 sabbatical. While I discovered Lovelock years and years ago, it was only in 2019 in preparing to read at the wedding of my great friend Pierre in Brittany that I got to know Carl Sagan. It was funny to learn that they were office mates at NASA…
Back in 2003…On Ecos Corporation and Single Bottom-Line Sustainability
One of the cool things about having a personal website is that you can make a museum of your past. In my different years working within sustainable business, I’ve been really proud to work with business men and women that have re-tooled their lives and careers to work inside of our shifting capitalist system. One of the first for me was Paul Gilding, who founded Ecos Corporation, and the chance at Ecos to work with Jenni Whitnall, Don Reed, Murray Hogarth, Gabby Greyem, Jim Bahr during an internship in 2002-3 when I was a graduate student on the Master of Environmental Management program at University of New South Wales, Sydney. The clients I worked with, and the thinking, systems design…
The Moment You Drop Into A Wave
Early November 2021, during the surf segment of a sabbatical, I sat in a chi-chi cafe on my own in in the sun in Guayaquil in Ecuador. Guayaquil is a coastal city, the gateway to the Galapagos Islands, and Ecuador’s economic center. It felt odd being back surrounded by concrete, I was just off the short flight from San Cristobal. And moments from the week in the water kept coming into my head. It had been a week of surfing that I’ll never ever forget. And on the back of a boarding pass, I started trying to write out a guess as to how many thousands of hours I’ve spent surfing, the sum of all the hours that sit behind…
Backstory
A little more about my background in life, below…international, sustainability-ist, surfer and athlete, in love with San Francisco and city culture, still single…
Grand Canyon River Expedition
In July 2021, I was lucky enough to be invited into a place on a Grand Canyon River Expedition, within the Warren Pickett Adventure Travel Award. In the finest traditions of this Award, I wrote a Trip Report for Roger Pickett and Epsom College. In the opening pages, I share
How’s Your Dating Life?
This is the one question that I get more than any other. And fair enough. The question is a curious and natural question to be asked by friends and family who care. An absolutely well-meaning question 🙂 When the question recently came up, this image popped into my head. A splay of four playing cards fanned out in my right hand.
Ranch Weekend and Friendship
A big old brown sofa and a best buddy and a fire and a buttery Irish whiskey. All holed up in a cabin sixteen hundred feet high above the Central Californian coastline. You feel this quiet – and lightly guilty – privilege to be able to spend a weekend on Hollister Ranch with its uncrowded waves off eight miles of
A Matchbox in A Musky Kitchen With a Bee In It
My Aunt Marian wrote the other week, and a sentence captivated me.
Marian’s mood was full of optimism. And so I was relieved. Marian and Mum were close, so that mattered.
This one sentence I read twice, because it painted an elaborate picture in my head.
“Going to sit under the night sky for a few moments now before bed. Stars are out and it’s dry.” My mind was flown from a computer under my fingers in San Francisco to a patio in Dingle, Co. Kerry in Ireland.
Nana. Memories, And Reflections On Death
5 February 2021. I was chatting to Keara. We feel confused, sad and a little isolated in a sense, with the deteriorating news of Nana’s condition over in Donegal in Ireland. It’s not just the distance of isolation, which we’re used to overcoming. It’s the era we’re in today. Not being able to join Dad and his brothers and sisters – our big, very big family reunited en masse – not happening thanks to a virus from a bat in a corner of China. Life is odd all over again, in a different way to our last Donegal days together in Mum’s fading days in October 2019. If God was a software programmer, I’m quite certain that one of the…
The Question On A Mat, In A Pandemic
Do you remember those early days of lockdown? The feeling that everything had changed. The edge of emergency. Not knowing what you could touch or how often it can be practical to wash your hands. Uncertainty, confinement. The worry of ending up on a ventilator — and what that would feel like, if you were unlucky. Did you observe, too, how much you missed the energy that comes from the little shifts and changes and transitions that we rush would through, back in “everyday life.” Moving from home to the bus stop, or the short bike commute to work. The small refreshing gaps we’d take for granted, usually feeling pressed for time. Or, just heading outside for coffee with a…
Mum, Where Are You Now?
A poem flowed out of me in ten minutes on the morning of Mother’s Day 2020, first published on Instagram on 5 May 2020. — Mum, where are you now? So often, I’ll feel your essence In some little way. And wonder. When I’m handwriting. Or, see your letters poking out on the mantelpiece. Or, when I turn the pot
Letter To Nana, From San Francisco.
The last letter I wrote to Nana, in February 2020, which turned out to be a year before her death in February 2021 at 93. I decided to post this after stumbling on this letter, and seeing how much it captured of our lives just four months after Mum died in October 2019. Time moves along. — Hi Nana, I have been meaning to write. A sunny, fresh Sunday morning in San Francisco. Another weekend in town for me, as I try to find a slower tempo in 2020. I took this picture of an Orchid that I was given at a dinner last night – we enjoyed leftovers from a Chinese New Year’s party, including the orchids. This gorgeous…
Letter from Donegal, To Those That Would Have Been At Mum’s Funeral If You Could…
Friends, We wanted to write, to you that would have wanted to be with us in Donegal for Mum’s wake and funeral but could not make it. While the darkest days of our lives, the two days from Mum’s last breaths to laying her to rest had beautiful moments and poignant reminders of the arc of Mum’s life. I got
Letter from Donegal, The Saddest Update, 10 October 2019.
Friends, The saddest update to share, after Mum’s wrestle with cancer this summer. Mum passed away at home with us yesterday at 3.20pm yesterday. Finally, at peace. She had turned 70 on Sunday – which we celebrated together with her – and whispered to Dad that she never thought she’d make it. The last
Letter from Donegal, 15 September 2019.
Hey guys, I’ve been meaning to write, just a short update, after hard news for us again at the end of August. And, I jumped on a plane back home too. Just before Memorial Day, we got the results of the investigations and MRI for second and third opinions of Mum’s stage IV colorectal cancer. It was heart-
Letter from Donegal, 15 August 2019.
Hey guys, you posse of special friends… Jotting from flight back to San Francisco, Donegal via Dublin…and twenty minutes in Reykjavík…It was so good to be home and have 10 days with Mum and Dad, in this gritty new reality for us that has broken in the last two months. Mum and Dad came all the way down to
On Learning of Mum Having Cancer
For thirty two days now, I have been waking up with one vision in my head. One word. “Mum”. A dawn dawning that life is starkly altered, everything is different. And then I’ll forget, flowing into the chores of the day. And then I’ll remember. And it starts all over again. “Is this really true…?” On Tuesday 11th
Like a Law of Nature, Money Defines Us
“What do you think is different about the two families?”, my best friend asked the table. We were at a ‘wash-up’ dinner, the day after a wedding back in 2019, all stewing in hangover. The bride’s Dad was on my right, the bride floating around the room out of earshot. Like mine, the family was Irish and the first generation out of Ireland from two huge families. On the surface, the question was provoked by how the ‘vibe’ of two families felt different at a party. Both of similar middle-class means. But one family was open and flowing in the spirit of the night, regularly at the bar buying each other drinks. The other, not so. And my friend was…
Reflection on Family Time in an Art Gallery
Art. And a family. An excursion in my city. Just one of us missing, on a last day of traveling and celebrating together. “Geograph-ied” apart and last hours together. As rich as first hours, but with a different weight in the air. Enough time but never enough, in a tapestry of feelings and inspiration and
Dawn Magic
I pulled up alongside the ocean, driving eyes easing right. The sky cracking open for business. This purple swathe of watercolors, yawning out of the black pencil line of horizon. So good to see John Brown again. Mid-life men like kids on Christmas morning. Except the anticipation of unwrapping the
The Depths of a Snapshot Memory.
I stood in the doorway of a sepia-tinted kitchen, dwarfed in the door frame’s height and leaning against its right hand side. I picture sunlight, but not clearly; it was just that it was a naturally well-lit room. I picture a vinyl floor covering. I see a toaster. And, I felt small. And I looked into the kitchen with the room opening to my left hand side. I think Mum was standing there. And in a classically round goldfish bowl on a table in the center of the room was my goldfish. But dead. Floating-dead dead. An orange dead goldfish is my earliest memory, framed in our kitchen in a house in Ottawa. The second Ottawa home that I lived…
Branford Marsalis and a Fire Engine, in Grace Cathedral.
The deep brassed and earthen tones of the tenor saxophone have reverberated in me since teenage years. Jazz music streams out of my speakers routinely, and especially in fall and winter. And I will defend passionately that this most spirited genre – ‘background’ music to so many – is anything but that.
The Beatles and Brain Aneurysms…
This article was my “Thank You” write-up from the 2016 TeamCindy fundraisAlcatraz following that year’s Brain Aneurysm Foundation Research Symposium We are targeting a $50,000 fundraise for the Brain Aneurysm Foundation and its critical, under-funded work dedicated to providing critical awareness, education, support, and research funding to reduce the incidence of brain aneurysms. It’s personally important for me to share how my friends and family contributing supporting know where their money goes, and so I hope you enjoy this write-up of our 2016 grant. And you can learn a little more about this issue along the way… Brain Aneurysm Basics That Can Save Your Life Brain Aneurysm Statistics and Facts The 2016 Brain Aneurysm Foundation Annual Research Symposium included my presentation of the Team…
On Our Family, and Roaming.
5 August 2016 It was not an easy week, early August 2016, for tight-knit famille Brennan. I say tight-knit, though it might not so seem. Us being of four countries and three continents. We were gathered this time for the wedding of my sister Keara to a fine Englishman, Tom. And that meant a fine one hell of a
Team Cindy Alcatraz 2016 — our $27,000 race.
The 2016 campaign lit a new fire of new momentum for Team Cindy Alcatraz. 7 athletes, $27,000, and a very proud day for us all. A heartfelt THANK YOU to you all that supported in one way or another, donations, and the many now-repeated-gifts, the words, deeds and spirit! I had to capture it all for you, and
On the News of the Death of a Friend of Old.
June 17 2016 · San Francisco, CA · First posted on Facebook. Friday thoughts. On the news of the death of a friend of old. Saturday 6 April 2002 was my last full game of rugby, and proved to be the start of two days riddled with bitter-sweet snapshot memories. It was a stunning day, as we arrived into
On Returning to A Long-Lost Best Friend.
First posted on Facebook, March 11 2015, this piece of writing was the first time I pulled out a computer and just wrote in an impulsive flow, and posted it. There are a few things in life that absolutely make my spirit soar, and one of them is jazz music. I bought a saxophone when I was 14 or 15, and still remember the day I got on a train and headed up to London with a bag that included an envelope of cash, about fifteen hundred pounds to be precise (Dad had told me I might be able to haggle for a cheaper price that way). And that hunk of metal is still something I adore…