They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.
I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.
Sorry to have failed your class professor.
We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.
I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.
First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.
As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.
Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.
Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.
Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.
It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.
A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:
I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.
New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.
Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.
I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.
Fucking Adobe PDF is becoming damn near unusable because of this. Frustrating because I absolutely have to use it all day every day.
I mean to tell you that I’m that regular. Once in the morning and I’m done until tomorrow.
And yes, I wash my body every single day. Are you telling me the paragon of asshole cleanliness that is Europeans doesn’t?
God Europeans are so eager so shit on all of us. Is it the orange monkey we elected? Is that what did it?
I know Europe loves to shit all over the US on this topic.
Unless I’m sick, well over 95% of my poops take place immediately before I shower. I don’t really see how this is any different.
I’m so old that the last time I wrote a research paper, it was on a word processor with no Internet connection or spell check.
Given such constraints, I can’t fathom the concept of waiting until the end to add all the references. If I didn’t do it as I went, I’d have surely died.
I should add that we always read each other’s papers before submission to get a second set of eyes for errors, misspellings, and grammatical quagmires. It was mutually beneficial as the reviewing made us all better. Is that still a common practice?
I recently deleted my LinkedIn for two reasons:
Endless horseshit recruiters coming at me with bullshit jobs
I come from a large firm. LinkedIn became what I would describe as occupational hubris as I would see partners from there making prideful post after post about increasing the toxicity of the place in words that made them sound all wise and stuff
I would further see many posts about young people abandoning pursuit of the profession and there being a dire shortage of entry level recruits. Responses to these posts always address lowering the educational and certification requirements, but never address the reality of working eighty hours a week, getting shat on, berated, and dehumanized the entire time for about sixty grand a year with maybe a five to ten percent chance of moving up to the real money.
Fuck all of them right in the eyeball with the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself.
Every once in a while, I’ll drive by that building. When I do, I open up the sun roof and throw them a Bronx salute out the roof as I pass by. I know somebody actually saw me do it because word got back to me about it. Petty I know, but satisfying nonetheless.
I make maybe one third of what I could if I had stuck it out, but I still make plenty to live on, and that increase would require me to be somebody I refuse to become.
This sounds like a modern day version of the Schlitz mistake back in the seventies where they cut the quality so much, so fast, that the formerly largest brewery in America became a worthless brand that nobody trusted.
The b-school lesson from this was to drop the quality of your product more slowly so people wouldn’t notice.
I figured no big company would ever suffer consequences from shitty product ever again because they’d figured out the drip instead of the open floodgates.
I hope more companies get to enjoy this fate, especially food producers.
My daughter came home from middle school once.
She plopped down in a chair, let out a sigh, and said, “Math is the only thing in the world that makes sense.”
I’m surprised I still have a tongue after biting down so hard to suppress the laughter.
And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs
Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.