Now!

Today I launched www.leverdesfonds.fr. Publicly, it is described as a 21-day program to teach entrepreneurs how to raise funds using AI. In truth, it is a controlled detonation disguised as pedagogy.

In France, they trained us to believe capital is awarded, not taken. That networks are inherited, not built. That asking politely is a strategy. We were told to wait our turn. The turn never comes.

So I designed a mechanism. Each day, a small action. Each action, a weaponized clarity: send this message, write this deck, approach this investor. The tools are precise. The documents are engineered. The outcomes are tracked. The machine does not sleep.

I’ve built it with another exile of the French system — a man who raised capital before he had a title. Together we’ve taught it the language of investors and the indifference of algorithms.

We do not teach confidence. We do not teach charisma. We teach protocol hacking.

Here, in what they still call a republic, success must be earned in silence and reported in whispers. We refuse that. We’ve turned the process into something scalable, something brutal, something that no longer depends on being liked at the right dinner.

They will call it arrogant. They will say it’s too fast, too direct, too American.
Let them.

I am not born to wait.

Today I installed a theme for my Ghost blog. It is called Braun Adapt, though it neither adapts nor resembles Braun, except perhaps in its disdain for being understood.

The instructions were simple, which is how I knew they were lying.

1. I uploaded a zip file. Ghost accepted it, like a sphinx tolerating a traveler.
   
   
2. I activated it. The page went blank for a moment—possibly out of respect.
   
   
3. Then came the routes.yaml. I uploaded it under “Labs,” which felt appropriately experimental. Still, no explosion.
   
   
4. I imported internal-tags.json, which sounds like something Kafka would have written if he'd been into metadata.
   
   
5. Lastly, the demo-content.json—a move of desperation, not desire. I hoped to see structure, but instead found placeholder posts about design theory and coffee.

Everything appeared to work. And yet, nothing quite looked right. Like rearranging furniture in a room that is still haunted.

Tomorrow, I try to configure the homepage. Or maybe I just publish this diary and pretend it was intentional.