I’ve had the CD since I was 18 or something. Pure bossa, as if the musicians were in your living room. You can hear the clinking of the ice in the whiskey glass, the lighting of the cigarettes. Super excited for this vinyl copy I just ordered.
I feel compelled to divert my subscription money away from Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube and others to public broadcasting outlets in light of the funding cut shenanigans passing through Congress right now.
Tip o' the hat to the companies that list which states are ineligible for remote work in their job posting.
Wag o' the finger to those that don’t.
For when coffee inevitably becomes more expensive.
Cynicism aside, I’m always pleasantly surprised at American native plants and fruits and such that are often not in our collective food supply chain. Every summer we spend a lot of time outside picking mulberries as a little snack.
Using your incredible power to bully others is boring and expected. On the other hand, kindness is gangster.
Jesus. This is tight.
I guess I’m continuing my “we are not a serious people” series.
Hour 5 of slow cooking some baby back ribs at 225. The mosquitoes are coming after me. Turning up the heat and basting soon.
Man, Matt Cameron left Pearl Jam. I wonder what his next gig will be. I really enjoyed his 3rd Secret stint. He and Kim Thayil go so well together.
Momma bird feeding her babies amongst a group of people on a covered deck. True punk.
The boy crawled into our bed around 3 am. I’m certain he folds his body in half while he sleeps in order to maintain his head on the pillow and his feet on my face. Anyways, I’m awake.
It seems to me that if you’re touting as a company some sense of false inevitability that you will shed jobs due to technology, that tax incentives and subsidies should be revoked (of which they were established under the guise of bringing employment and economic growth).
Since it is inevitable, perhaps the removal of said tax incentives should be accelerated under the guise of inevitability).
People are shocked to discover they need to fact-check ChatGPT and I’m having the uncomfortable realization that they never fact-checked their uncle’s Facebook posts, their friend’s medical advice, or literally anything Google’s top result told them, and suddenly the last decade makes sense…
I’m such an introvert I can’t even talk to myself.
“Hi John”
I received the WhatsApp notification on Monday from my dad. He never calls me John, so something was off already. I thought maybe somebody stole his phone, so I called. My mom picked up. She had texted me from his phone, he was at the hospital, waiting for the surgeon to come to fix his stent that was placed in him 10 or more years ago.
She said he was playing golf on Sunday, after the game he wasn’t feeling good.