Garry Johnson III

Concepts of a Plan

Intellectual Property

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Innovation is an art, it started on a blank canvas. I’m just tryna play my part, the biggest man on the campus. Black designer on the brim, on the blazer, even on the boot. BVP IPO, we gon’ take these beans to the moon. 🌙
- The Basquiat of Business
This summer, I lead two of UD’s most innovative programs providing private and federal funding, education, and various other resources to early-stage entrepreneurs both on and off campus. This groundwork is the foundation required to build a scalable and sustainable enterprise. I’m honored to have executed alongside other purpose-driven people who see the value of investing in entrepreneurs, the bravest humans on the planet. During a time where our work is under constant attack, we continue to show up and empower the people who see every problem as an opportunity to create unique value for others. From providing clean water access to South Africans, to developing tactile sensors for amputees, my students are truly the most inspiring people I know. 🦾
The final video is from a recent rocket mission, which one of our recent graduates was a part of. He’s living proof that our potential is limitless, and our dreams are out of this world. 🚀✨

ऐसा ही हो। 🫱🏿‍🫲🏼
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The espresso martini sat still in his hand, cold yet comforting, just like the memory of her.

The night was quiet, save for the soft jazz humming in the background, but inside his chest raged the kind of silence only heartbreak could craft.

He had met her on an ordinary Tuesday. The kind of day when the sky was just grey enough to suggest rain but not bold enough to follow through. She walked into his life like light through the clouds; unexpected, warm, and healing. They met over coffee, and it was like his soul recognized hers. Not just her laugh, but the way she tilted her head when she was curious. The way she always added a pinch of cinnamon to her cup. The way she looked him in the eye when she asked about his dreams.

And he told her everything.

About his vision for , about creating generational wealth, about his grandfather’s old vinyls, his mother’s quiet strength, and his own fears of failing before it all began. She listened like it all mattered. And for a while, it felt like she was part of the dream itself.

They went hiking one weekend, her idea. She wore a deep green jacket and hummed a tune he still hears in the wind sometimes. At the top of the trail, she turned to him and said, “Don’t forget this moment. Even if everything changes.”

He didn’t.
And everything did.

She grew distant slowly. Texts shorter, laughter less often, presence fading like morning mist. And one day, without warning, she was gone. Left him for someone else. A story that didn’t include him.

He didn’t chase her. He couldn’t. Not because he didn’t want her back, but because he knew that her leaving was not his fault. Some people love you only for the version of themselves they are in your presence. When they grow, they leave, not always out of malice, but necessity.

But tonight, as he sat in his suit with the black leather gloves she once teased him about, holding the espresso martini they always split, he whispered a toast to no one in particular:

“To the love that reminded me I could feel again. To the one who walked me back to myself. To her.”

And for the first time in a long time, he smiled.

Experience “Love & Coffee” in every sip of 1867. 🍸

Ever seen a robot serve coffee? I just built this one and hooked it up to an AI-powered super computer. The NVIDIA Jetson Orin Super, to be exact. Your barista just got a major systems upgrade. What should we name it?

Had a great time catching up with my line brother for his 30th birthday. Funny enough, the party was across the street from where I grew up. Earlier that morning, my mom brought up that one time I pulled one of the most embarrassing stunts ever. It was so bad I grounded myself. In my defense, I was just a boy. Grateful that I got to catch up with my other brother down the street afterwards. I’m glad I brought that special bottle of 1867 from . It was without a doubt the life of the party. Gon’ head and getchu one. Happy birthday, Malik! To many more. 😌🥂🎉

“What to the slave is the 4th of July, shawty?” - Donkey Hotep

Respect Your Roots: Did you know the baobab tree can live for thousands of years? They’ve been known to grow for 1,000 to 2,500 years old, or even longer. It is nicknamed “the tree of life,” as it provides key resources including water & nutrients for animals, humans, and itself in difficult environments around the world. Baobab roots are enormous, and can extend far beyond the height of the tree. This one is rooted just off the shore in Kipungani on Lamu Island, Kenya 🇰🇪 . The baobab flower, a symbol of love, purity, and fertility, blooms at night and lives for just 24 hours. The fruit, as you may have guessed, is a superfood providing vitamin c, antioxidants, fiber, and more. Should we add baobab to our Free Breakfast menu? ✊🏿❤️