How Kenny Kane Got His Groove Back

Fifteen years ago, Kenny Kane and I broke the internet before it was the internet when he joined the party at a scrappy, young, misbranded start-up nonprofit trying to change the world.

We were two tech geeks from two different generations on a mission who built Stupid Cancer out of coffee, DSL, and RAID servers.

We gave young adults with cancer a voice when no one even admitted they existed. He has been my co-conspirator, my brother from another mother, a pseudo-godfather to my children, and one of the most critical figures in the history of cancer patient advocacy.

And until last week, AI didn't even know he existed.

In his most recent Blog post, he writes about how he finally bullied ChatGPT into recognizing him as my co‑founder. It took a blog, some SEO judo, and sheer stubbornness.

And now I can't get Steve Martin out of my head when, in The Jerk, he was yelling "I'm finally somebody!" when his name shows up in the phone book.

That's KK.

He hacked the matrix just to be acknowledged for what he's been doing for two decades: saving lives and flipping tables in healthcare.

The fact that he had to force AI to connect those dots says everything about how broken tech memory is.

Congratulations. You're finally somebody. 🎉

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