New York will always be a tech backwater, I don’t care what Chris Dixon or Ron Conway or Paul Graham say
August 3rd, 2010 by Antonio
TweetLast Tuesday, legendary tech investor Ron Conway addressed the glop-eating masses at Y Combinator during our usual Tuesday illustrious-speaker dinner. The question was asked about the New York tech scene, and it’s relative strength vis-à-vis Silicon Valley. Paul Graham took up the question with Techcrunch TV recently, as a follow-on to Conway’s remarks. Chris Dixon, a respected New York-based VC, has also chimed in on the tech renaissance going on there.
They’re all wrong.
New York will never be more than a tech sideshow1.
Thinking the New York tech scene will ever equal Silicon Valley is as foolish as thinking San Francisco’s puny theater district will one day take on Broadway. Both Silicon Valley and Broadway are unique products of the cities that spawned them, and every attempt to create a Silicon Alley/Silicon Sentier/Skolkovo/whatever in various parts of the world have failed. So far, no one’s managed to do it, and New York sure as hell won’t either.
The hero with, well, a couple of faces
As Matt Mireles incisively points out in his related blog post, the mythology in New York is all wrong for startups.
Let’s face it, young ambitious men have two goals in life: getting laid, and impressing other young ambitious men. You do neither in New York by saying you’re starting a startup. That slinky young thing you’re chatting up at Schiller’s turns around to the investment banker next to her when you drop that bomb.
In the Bay Area, you drive through Atherton or Woodside and see the mansions that Netscape, Apple, and Oracle built. On the Upper East Side you see houses built thanks to the depredations of previous generations, and owned by the predators of today (probably their children).
In the Bay Area, new money is better than old. In New York, it’s precisely the opposite. The mythology is all wrong.
$2495 for a 500 sq. ft. one bedroom apartment.
There, that’s how much my first apartment in New York cost (in 2005).
Living in New York, you hemorrhage money, and don’t see much in return. My career salary high-water mark is still working as a quant on Goldman’s credit desk, and I lived worse, from a quality-of-life perspective, than I did as a Berkeley graduate student. ‘Ramen’ money in New York is enough to support three families, and then some, elsewhere. If YCombinator existed in New York, they’d have to dish 5x more than their already slim initial funding to keep new startups in Cheetos for three months.
Basically, startups flourish in the Bay Area the same reason the homeless do: decent weather, relatively cheap living, and no stigma attached to your lifestyle.
The cathedral and the brothel
Every yuppie I knew in New York worked as either a Wall Street guy, a lawyer, or an agent of some sort. Basically, there were all subtly screwing someone else for a living.
As an academic exile, my passport to this foreign world was my then live-in girlfriend, an embodiment of her socioeconomic cohort: Bryn Mawr School for Girls, followed by Harvard, followed by med school. This was a person who could open the Sunday Styles weddings section2, instantly identify a half-dozen couples, and rattle off the juicy gossip dating back to their time at Eliot House.
At cocktail parties with these people, the “ambitious ass-kickers” Paul Graham thinks will save the New York tech scene, the second question you’re asked is inevitably what do you do? And so begins the not-so-subtle binning of you into your social echelon, more ritualistic and damning than any Japanese business card exchange ceremony:
+2 for working at Goldman Sachs
-1 for being a quant rather than a banker or trader
-1 for living on the Lower East Side
-2 for not being Ivy League
+/- 1 for being Gentile (depends on the cocktail party).
And you’re socially in the red at that point. The rest of the conversation is as vacuous as interstellar space.
These people aren’t builders, they’re hustlers. And hustlers don’t have the patience or skill to create the next Google or Facebook3.
Open vs. closed source
New York’s entire economy is based on monopolies of information. Wall Street banks make a mint trading because they have inside information on the market flows of the products they trade. Literary agents arbitrage scarce access to book publishers against a mass of hopeful authors. Real estate brokers (and these are brokers on rental properties, not properties for sale) routinely make a 15% commission when you sign a lease, pocketing a good two-months salary (read, upwards of $5000) for the privilege of telling you where there’s an apartment free.
In New York, those monopolies go unchallenged.
In San Francisco, people don’t pay two months’ rent to a real estate pimp: they create Craigslist and make the pimp obsolete.
The intellectual candle-power isn’t there
Harvard and MIT anchor Boston’s startup scene, and have midwifed countless startups. Berkeley and Stanford were the birthplaces of everything from BSD Unix to Google.
New York has no comparable sources of intellectual firepower. NYU is an arts school. Their only world class science is the Courant Institute and its applied math program, which serves as a feeder school for Wall Street. Columbia is not a top-notch engineering school, and anyhow, it’s way the hell up and gone in Harlem, and no one who isn’t a student or faculty ever goes up there4.
No place for Trotsky to sit down
One of the biggest shocks upon moving to New York was realizing it had no cafés5. You can’t have startups or revolutionary political movements without cozy cafés to dawdle, work, and plot in. Every day I step into the Red Rock Café in Mountain View, I see 2-3 startup founders I know, see about half a dozen hackers working on something on their Macs, or overhear some entrepreneur’s pitch to an investor. Every day. Assuming you teleported all those people to New York tomorrow, the system would fall apart, as they’d have nowhere to meet.
Katz’s pastrami is the only thing I miss
As a random but illustrative tangent, the food culture in NY vs. SF explains much of the attitude toward work and money as well.
The reality is, the food culture in New York mostly sucks. Sure, people there know how to go to Nobu and drop $300 on sushi, and every headliner chef needs to have some New York outpost, but most New Yorkers couldn’t fry an egg if their lives depended on it (plus, most don’t even have decent-sized kitchens).
In San Francisco just about everyone I know is an über-foodie. Over plates of home-cooked and home-grown asparagus, I’ve had endless, meandering conversations about heirloom tomato gardening or where on Twin Peaks to find the blackberry bushes. My ex-girlfriend keeps a backyard chicken farm, in posh Rockridge. People here go abalone diving in Bodega Bay. There’s a herd of goats in a vacant lot in West Oakland I drive by, kept by an urban farming hippie. Most of the veggies I eat come from our backyard garden. Even the skeeziest convenience store in Daly City or Oakland has a drinkable collection of California wines on offer.
On the flip side, New Yorkers don’t know anything about actual food. They know how to queue for two hours at the fashionable brunch spot they read about in New York magazine, and then opine haughtily about whether the hollandaise sauce on the Eggs Benedict compares to Balthazar’s or not. In three years of living in New York, I never ate someone else’s home-cooked food even once.
The lesson when it comes to tech is this: New Yorkers like bling. They like the establishment. They go Gucci and let you know it.
San Franciscans are more subversive: they get obsessed with creme brulée, quit their jobs, sell their obsession from a cart, tweet about where the creme brulée cart will be next (12,000 followers and counting), and create a whole new food paradigm: the socially-networked food cart.
The latter is a bootstrapped startup culture at work. It permeates everything in SF life, including the food. And it’s why SF will dominate tech for the foreseeable future6.
Happiness is a warm Sawzall
Another tangential but illustrative anecdote: Manhattan didn’t get a Home Depot, or any sort of proper hardware store, until 2004 (!). The boys at Home Depot know their market though. The place is mostly indoor gardening supplies and little home toolkits to tighten that loose door hinge that keeps popping out. So, if it’s the 18V DeWalt Sawzall that cuts through quarter-inch steel rods like a warm knife does butter that you want, well, then, like the signs on the BQE say, fuhgeddaboutit.
The Bay Area, by contrast, is a hacker’s paradise. I’m fairly sure that between the big Oakland Home Depot and the geek paradise of Fry’s Electronics in Palo Alto, I and a band of hardy souls could re-build all of 21st century human technological life on some barren island if need be. Good luck doing that with what you find on Fifth Avenue.
And that’s precisely what’s wrong with New York: it’s filled with hyper-stressed, aggressive, social climbers who are actually kind of effete and helpless at the end of the day, and probably need to outsource their software development, because they’re not, like, technical and all that. Except there’s one problem….there aren’t that many hackers in New York, and the few there are (I know because I used to be one of them) won’t leave their $300,000 jobs on Wall Street to work on your hopelessly risky idea.
Which brings us to the other reason why New York will never be Silicon Valley…
Greed is God
While that odd mélange of Las Vegas, the Mafia and the Marines that we call Wall Street has taken a bit of a beating of late, rise again it will. And when it does, the tech scene in New York will evaporate like a puddle of water in the desert.
Time for the full disclosure: I spent three years on Goldman Sachs’ credit trading desk as a pricing quant, which is what brought me to New York. The job paid well. The hours and stress, no worse than a startup’s. The social vindication of what I was doing, absolute and immediate.
When the credit markets started looking dicey at the beginning of 2008 and I told my GS deskmates that I was moving California to join a startup, they looked at me as if I had just proposed shaving my head and joining a Buddhist monastery in Burma. It was complete and total incomprehension. And these were the quants, most of them Ph.D.’s, the geekiest Wall Street gets. Most of the sales and trading guys probably couldn’t find California on a map7.
None of those Goldman Sachs quants, most of whom were precisely in the Spolskyian ‘smart/get things done’ category that you’d want in a startup, really knew about or understood the startup scene, and how you could get just as wealthy with a startup, having lots more fun along the way, than warming a seat on a Wall Street trading floor. You, potential employer, will have to sell that person not just on your startup, but on startups in general. And that is a hard sale indeed. You’ll only do it if that quant has lost his seat on the trading floor. That’s been the case for some recently (including your faithful correspondent), but last I heard, Goldman is hiring again. So best of luck to you, aspiring New York entrepreneur8.
Money talks, but bullshit walks
Since I suspect this post may get a flame or two from some diehard New Yorkers, I’ll lay down this gauntlet in the face of regional jingoism
I promise to wear one of those ridiculous ‘I <heart> NY’ shirts you buy for $3 from the Nigerians in Times Square for an entire month if the total amount of New York-based startup funding, as reported in Crunchbase, exceeds that of Bay Area-based startups in any financial quarter during the next five years.
So…bring it, New York. ‘Cause I say the hippies from California will continue to eat your lox.
- Matt Mireles of SpeakerText has a wonderful piece on why New York tech is subpar. I won’t tread on his well-covered ground. Consider this post a whimsical compliment to his more hard-nosed piece [↩]
- As an outsider to the New York social registry mosh pit, one can scarcely imagine the importance of making it into the New York Times wedding announcements. Some marriages have threatened to break up over whether they were accepted or not. The best deconstruction of this NYT wedding arms race is still David Brooks’ hilarious Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There. [↩]
- The astute reader will point out that there’s no more representative a person of this presumed hustler culture than Zuck himself: Phillips Exeter followed by Harvard. The exception that proves the rule, gentle reader! Also, note that while Facebook maybe have been conceived on the East Coast, it was built in California. I submit that Facebook would have been stillborn had Zuck not moved things West. [↩]
- Three years in New York, and I went north of 14th St maybe three times. Trips to the Met excepted, of course [↩]
- The only possible exception being Esperanto, near NYU (since closed) and Tea Lounge in Park Slope. The Starbucks on Astor Place, despite the corporate bad karma, maybe comes close to replicating the look-and-feel of a California hacker café. The cannoli-and-coffee tourist traps in Little Italy aren’t worth discussing, of course. [↩]
- As a final ding on the New York food scene, I’ll say this: the produce in New York is a joke compared to California. Go East, young man, and forget forever about seeing the endless cornucopia of God’s green Earth that is California. The farmer’s market in Union Square, the only serious one in Manhattan, is so-so during the summer, but deteriorates for the rest of the year into a few depressing apple cider and maple syrup stands, manned by scruffy Vermont hippies. To continue the orgy of whining, the ethnic food in New York, unbelievably, is pretty crappy too. As Manhattan, and parts of Brooklyn, devolve into a walled playground for the wealthy, the city becomes, like a Los Angeles gated community, a sterile comic-book version of its historical self. As an example, there’s only one decent Indian restaurant in Manhattan, far as I can tell (Vatan in Murray Hill). The chinese food, outside of Chinatown, never rises above the chain-y Grand Sichuan level of things. Lastly, and the whining will stop here I swear, Mexican food! About as unheard-of in Manhattan as mango chutney is in Lubbock, Texas. The burrito tunnel between SF and NY should be a national priority of vital concern. [↩]
- That’s the other weird thing about New York life, most people haven’t been west of the Mississippi. Hell, they haven’t been west of Baltimore. California is as remote and unknown to them as Siberia. [↩]
- In case it’s unclear, the phrase “best of luck” is polite Wall Street-speak for “you’re fucking crazy and it’s never gonna happen.” [↩]



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