Good Morning. Hello. How are you? #1548
A night on the town, the glory of Man Ray, I am done with Tim Cook, Pete's Mckinsean cowardice, Jane reinvents banking, do you know any good typing apps for kids?
Good morning, friend. Hello. Hi. How are you? I am… well, a little rough for wear this morning, if I am being honest. I went out last night. To French Club, to see Sean and Abby and Emily and Eric and do you know what is one of the greatest things in the world I do not do very often anymore? Sit at a bar and shoot the shit with your friends. My god, it is just the best.
I had a long conversation about rock ballads with Eric and he started playing them on a jukebox. I kept forgetting one of the rock ballads: You have “Silent Lucidity” and “When the Children Cry” and it just occurred to me that the ballads I forgot — “Every Rose Has its Thorn” and “Don’t Know What you Got (Till It’s Gone)” — they sorta proved my point. My point was that Guns and Roses “big hit” ballad, “Sweet Child ‘o' mine,” was obviously not, in fact, a ballad, and this is why their career had longevity. Because their ballad wasn’t really a ballad. That was key.
Then we remembered White Lion’s “Wait” and the theory was shot to hell.
I learned about a 20+ year-long in-joke Sean and Emily have had about the Pet Shop Boys’ imperial phase.
After that I made the ill-advised decision to go to a second location with Sean T. Drinkwater. This is a known risk, going to a second location with Sean T. Drinkwater. People are not supposed to do it. You risk a lot. Very very dangerous.
But the second location was Man Ray, and I do not get to go to Man Ray, that vital American cultural institution that often, and Wednesday nights are pretty much my favorite night at Man Ray. And it was great. I danced to Coil and Virgin Prunes. I saw friends that I have known for 30 years and met some new interesting people. I caught up with, at the goth club, two friends who are in their 70s. I am living my best life, one of them said. I sold the house, the accountant says we have enough money to keep going to the club until we die. I went to the bank when we sold the house and the teller said “oo you can take a nice cruise now” and I said why the fuck would I want to do that? I am going to the club. I had a long talk with a nuclear physicist about Front Line Assembly and shot the shit with a stranger about the Ministry Twitch tour.
It was so great.
In between these two events, while proceeding to Man Ray, I made two really good Man Ray jokes. I can make some really solid Man Ray jokes. I’m just the king of it. The problem is that the audience for deep-cut, quality Man Ray jokes is really pretty small. I made a really good joke about Stilts Guy, you remember him, right, the guy who used to walk around Man Ray on dry wall stilts? Really worked. He looked kinda like one of those pickers in the Wasteland in Fury Road, real good goth look. And I made a great joke about Cusraque and Hell nights and how they used to have food. Man I miss it when Man Ray had food.
At least Sean was there with me in the Uber to appreciate the jokes.
(did you see that report that someone gets sexually assaulted in an Uber every eight minutes and they just… didn’t tell this to anyone? Super cool. Woulda been cool to be a billionaire but my regret on passing on that investment is low. Okay low-to-mid. Joke.).
Any way I “had too much to drink,” though not by any normal Rick historical standards. I stuck to incredibly weak beer, I did not have too many of them.
Nonetheless, I still feel kinda like shit this morning. Hence, you will notice this edition is maybe two hours late. Got six hours of sleep. Even though I woke myself up about 5 minutes before when Jane has been barging in to get me out of bed, about 7:30. Had a splitting headache, took a ton of Advil and Tylenol and drank a bunch of fluids, sat in bed reading my email waiting for Jane to accost me…
And she did not. Around 9 AM I went and found her and she was drawing a photo of her hugging a clone of herself. Hrm lemme go take a picture of it brb.
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We are back on our shit and working on the “To Investigate” playlist again, while I work each day here in the Somerville apartment. It has about 21 hours in it. Of new stuff, added since I cleaned it out last week. I am listening to a heavy shoegaze band, they sound sorta like a A Place to Bury Strangers, they are pretty great. They are called Flatwaves. As per usual, I know basically nothing about them. I will have to investigate.
So, forgive the formatting issues, but:
I mean I am sorry, yes, look, this orange turd is president and all companies seem to think they have to indulge the baby tyrant. I personally regret this move, but I could probably accept it if Apple was yet another company who made bullshit pledges to invest in American manufacturing to placate the fucker, then did or did not actually follow through. Worked well enough for them last time.
But to give him a fucking gold plaque? What in the actual fuck. This dude is putting children in death camps and you just gave him a Special Boy plaque.
I mean, it would be nice, of course, if, you know, they actually did spend the money on US manufacturing but hahaha yeah who are we kidding.
But between this bullshit, their bullshit with iOS developers and Epic, their BS app store rules, their absolutely abyssmal, horrific record on China as a whole, their total fucking bellyflop letting APP get away with what they get away with, their complete fuckup of fingerprinting rules, I am just done with Tim Cook.
I have loved Apple my whole life and good on you Tim for making a trillion dollar company but they never should have put a supply chain guy in charge, who probably never used a Mac until his until he was twenty-eight years old – practically a boomer.
I wish they would just spin the Mac division out of the rest of the company so I could go love that. Sure, the Mac would wither without Apple’s anti-competitive “halo” as the love to call it, tying the Mac into iOS, but I don’t care. Let it wither. Let it stagnate. I would be content to use nothing but G4 Studios until I die. If we could roll the Mac OS back and get rid of all the stupid fucking Nü Apple features, even better. Maybe they would make it so Notes stops crashing and keyboard shortcuts stop intermittently breaking with no consistency or explanation.
Sorry. Rant over.
Hey question, speaking of Macs, sort of. Anyone know of any good “learn typing” apps for kids on the Mac? Is Mavis Bacon still at it? That lady has to be gettin gold now bah duh bump.
Fuck. I have just Google it. Entirely made up character. Named after Mavis Staples.
That dude who interviewed Hunter Biden went and did it again, visited him in LA at his studio and they had a great talk and Hunter got to shit talk the president of El Salvador again and is just so great with the witty comebacks and it was great again and I am a Hunter stan now and I suppose my congenital aversion to dynasties will preclude me from saying he should run for president but I sure welcome him as a party proxy. He’s as good as Pete Buttigieg on the microphone without Pete’s Mckinseyan willingness to sell out trans people.
Pete almost had me fooled for a while there but Sokath His Eyes Uncovered, baby.
Maybe I can use that allusion in every edition of GMHHAY forever.
Last night at the bar Emily told me that when she and Jane were boating the other day, Jane and Abby started building sandcastles, and Jane remembered that last year she and Abby had talked about “structural integrity” and Jane remembered and started talking about structural integrity. Then she went to Emily and asked for a small business loan, realized she had some money so she immediately asked Emily for another small business loan, and then went to Emma and offered her a small business loan and basically re-invented leverage and banking.
I am simultaneously proud AF and horrified by this.
Got an ambient playlist for you man I love Claire Rousay she is just the best really do hope to see her live someday that would be lovely. Love the new Biosphere. So good.
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