Greg Kumparak

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Some personal news. For real. I’m doing one of these. Deep breath… After 12 years at The Wall Street Journal, I’m leaving. Twelve! I’m starting my own consumer-tech media company, building a new home with the same mission I've always had: help real people navigate the tech (and AI) changing their lives. I’m so excited and so terrified! I can’t wait to start building and hiring. If you want to follow along (and be first to hear what’s next), sign up at the link below and subscribe on YouTube. No holding small, puffy microphones. I promise. Probably. It would make for a great exit story if I said I was leaving the Journal because of some big fallout—and the office printer system slowly poisoned me. The Journal changed my life. I’ve learned from the best journalists in the business, made lifelong friends and was given the freedom to take risks and make at least six stipples of myself—and one of my dog. Thank you to the many people I can’t possibly list here and to everyone who watched my WSJ videos, read the columns, argued with me in the comments and made this the most fun job in the world.

I blocked all social apps on my phone a month ago, only allowing them on my laptop. Now X/insta/etc are places I have to get up and *go to*, instead of ever-present sirens in my pocket calling me to crash into distraction. A+++, highly recommend.