During a recent Marc Maron podcast, he talked about needing peace one day and retreating from the noise and stress of life by going on a hike in Malibu. Nice option to have when you live in LA! Maron mentioned becoming entranced by a guy named Tim Maia during his hike, especially the song Nobody Can Live Forever. I had never heard of Maia, but with such a kickass first name, he's worth listening to. Maybe you all know him. Maybe you don't. The song came out in 1976. Perhaps it was inspired by animosity toward Gerald Ford.
As you listen to Maia perform Nobody Can Live Forever below, remember that this phrase rings true for all, even demented Oompa Loompas in DC. And appreciate that 'fro. Hot damn, that is fantastic.
Happy Friday, gents.
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i appreciate this
my company has been really good throughout the pandemic and the social unrest that's accompanied it. our leadership has really walked the walk on mental health and equality, even as we - like nearly every institution in our society - have a lot of work to do. we announced two weeks ago that the company would make world mental health day a company holiday going forward. so i've got today off.
which is nice.
It's also National Moldy Cheese Day. So go ahead and live the dream by laying on the couch and eating a block of bleu cheese the size of a car battery all day.
Tim Maia looks like Baby Huey's brother.
I’ve got the day off today as well. Started it off with an hour and half walk on the beach. Kind of annoyed at myself that it took this broken elbow to do these walks. Just finished some beers and a burger during a rare weekday lunch with my wife.
Some days I want someone else to be my boss and give me the day off. Today I'd like that very much.
I am making election day a holiday this year, since I had people working half time at July 4th ,getting partial unemployment, and they didn't get a paid holiday then.
RIP Whitey Ford. Somewhere Everlast is tipping a cap and a beer.
our friend from colorado brought us some adult gummies to whitfest last weekend. i'm currently in a very good place.
My girlfriend just brought me the “they don’t have the Meximelt any more but you can get a cheesy roll-up with meat and pico.” She’s a fucking keeper.
Sounds like a lot of you all are having fun nights.
It's October and I'm mad as hell that my analytic-humping Yanks are toast. But I'm happy the Heat are making this a fun finals.
A neighbor invited us over last night for grilled meat and bourbon on his patio, which also had a heat lamp and outside TV. We had a few drinks and then he busted out an arsenal of hot sauces with the dinner. We all went nuts. Was fun, but it’s just as hot leaving as it is going in.
Rectum? Damn near killed em’.
if the yard sign poll in downtown leesburg, virginia is any indicator, joe biden's going to win 100% of the votes in november.
in unrelated news, it's possible that i live in a bubble.
I think everyone lives in a bubble, candidly. Mine is predominantly, possibly even painfully, Irish Catholic, with many people who work in financial services and adjacent sectors. It's a conservative place but mostly in the "I don't like to share my money except when I tithe on Sundays" sense and not the "God says I should love my guns and all homosexuals will burn in hell" sense. So more Romney than Huckabee. I have seen many many political yard signs in my myriad errands today and only one (1) was for Trump. This, of course, means nothing because my bubble is not DJ Trump's base. You need to go to an hour or so south of here to meet those folks. Or east to Staten Island.
New post up regarding a sign in my town.
The Brazilian Danny McBride?
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