That’s by far the best live cover of that song I’ve ever heard. That drummer is amazing, far better than the actual drummer of Metallica.

Three sisters from Mexico. And they’re great.

Struggling with cultural differences at a new job.

This sounds great to me. I don’t like or want casual chatter, and I don’t want to be friends with my colleagues. To the extent that the team I manage engages in this sort of thing, I just ignore it (they can do it if they want, but most don’t). In Slack, I have all the useless “chatter channels” on permanent mute.

I don’t work to make friends, don’t want work friends, and simply do not have time for MBA-type chitchat.

For my minimal social needs, I have plenty of friends outside work. As a commenter pointed out any work “friend” would toss you away like garbage if it was between paying their mortgage and you. It’s always wise to remember that.

That’s the only credible cover I’ve managed to find of one of my favorite songs from the disco era. The lead singer’s vocal range is astounding. She the only non-classical singer I’ve seen since Mariah Carey was younger whose voice doesn’t crack when singing in whistle register. Starting at 2:44 is simply amazing.

The first ten on today’s playlist:

The rules about when you’re supposed to refer to someone as “woman,” “girl” or “female” have become too complex to comprehend.

That’s ok. When I’m Galactic Overlord there’ll only be two ways of referring to anyone: Galactic Overlord (that’s me) and disgusting slug (everyone else).

The first ten on today’s playlist:

The first ten on today’s playlist:

Y’all goofs who think everything is on Spotify.

One of the best songs ever written on a great album is not there at all. When she was in her prime, Deb Talan was far and away the best living songwriter in the world, no contest.

“She had poems and a plan” and “Where there’s room to be easy” and “I need my place at your table” and “So familiar, this place; I cannot breathe” and “How strange to feel not a stranger” and just the whole damn thing is chock full of brilliant little nuggets like that. A lot of songs I think, I could’ve written that if I’d cared enough and devoted the time. Even songs I like! Many of Deb’s songs, though, I think, Jesus fuck, I never could’ve written that in a million years.

And ain’t even a bit of that on Spotify.

The left’s beliefs about power and relationships is fundamentally authoritarian and anti-human. First, that “power” is the primary axis by which they examine and understand relationships is itself hugely, incalculably destructive and a fatally flawed lens by which to contextualize human connection to begin with. Second, even if understood as primary a power relation (rather than focusing on love and affection), their blind spots mean they only concentrate on areas that are easily quantifiable and publicly available such as age and relative social position, rather than likely more-relevant factors such as intelligence differences, personality, and compatibility of interests and life goals.

But, fundamentally, by examining relationships through the usually purely-fictional analysis of power only, while ignoring more relevant interpersonal and subjective factors, the left mostly misses why and how actual relationships prosper or are dysfunctional.

So, uh, good job I guess. If you like failing in every possible way that you can fail.

McDonald’s Menu, circa 1979:

I remember when it looked like this. I believe they used some variation of this into the late 1980s, though in most places it was tan and not green. That Big Mac for $0.95 would be $4.24 in today’s dollars. In reality, actual Big Mac prices seem to be a bit higher than that in most places.