June 2nd, 2011
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

Another thought on my SF departure anniversary (via Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ancient Mariner). This stanza echoed in my head during my last three years there.

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A blog by Kirill Sheynkman


Random musings on technology, venture capital, and New York City.
I am a Venture Partner at Greycroft Partners, a Venture Capital firm in New York City. I am also a three-time founder and CEO of software companies including Plumtree Software and Elastra. Spent most of my life working on databases and working with VCs. Finally bit the bullet and joined one. Ready for something new.
Passionate and intense about Software and New York City.
(I know where the title comes from, and... the falcon can not hear the falconer)

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