Classic 1-4-5 chord progression in the key of Cmaj. that underlies most rock/pop/blues/country music made in the last 50 years. If you can play those 3 chords you can play most mainstream music.

This applies to relationships too nostr:note18pv6fffnwpgx9sk8eejlat32c23r4sx8p2d7956lcq9chdm8wegqcrm4uf

And apparently enough bald/shave head dudes with long beards to need a directory too.

Find out who he is and have him on the podcast!

Remember “Ouch, My Balls!” From Idiocracy? If they’d written something like this into the script, it wouldn’t have worked since back then it was just too far out to believe people would watch something so retarded

What do you think about having PJW on the podcast?

I think this is what’s taking over my whole backyard. I had no idea it was useful but I do see my chickens eating it.

I got to meet and speak with Dr. Peterson shortly before his health crisis. It’s good for all of us that he survived it and went even deeper to shine a light into the abyss we are all being pulled into.

I was fortunate enough to get to meet and speak with Dr. Peterson shortly before he had his “health crisis” which many (and I think he did too) say was a nervous breakdown. Even then he was aware of much of the things he speaks out now, but I think he didn’t quite see how deep the chasm was. After his recovery I think that has a part of why he goes more into religious interpretation of some things. I would say from personal experience that having some sort of spiritual grounding to deal with the traumas and problematic parts of your life has merit.

Anyway, even back then I don’t think most people understood the situation he was in. I have never seen such extensive security forces in any public event as I saw at his talk. I don’t doubt for a minute that it was necessary. On my way into the theater, a protestor screamed “TRAITOR!” at me- presumably since I’m a woman.

During the first part of my life I was completely immersed in the art world. As Peterson has said many times, this woke shit has been going on for years before it hit mainstream. For too long I just accepted it as normal, shut up about what I truly understood, and tried to eke out a living. Then when the Great Recession happened, the illusion was just too much to accept when everything was falling apart in the real world. All around me artists were doubling down on fantasies of “making it” and selling out to the powers that be for the next crumbs of grant money. NO ONE can make a living off of grants. See how they describe the social ills injected into our minds. I’ve seen that happen for years in the art world. Artists who made art that was approved by the academic system, who can’t sell it to the public, desperate for “support”, will do pretty much anything for grant money-aka tax funds stolen from the public and private “nudge” money.

There doesn’t have to be some grand conspiracy. I’ve seen firsthand how a little bit of well placed “nudge money” starts a whole evil snowball rolling and people wonder how all this shit takes root.

BTW, back then I was involved at all levels of non-profit arts organizations. I know quite well about how they are used by govt. entities to accomplish things that would otherwise be compromising/unconstitutional for a bureaucracy to do it.

Just like the covaids did to so many people, the Great Recession made the stream of illusion run dry and I ran aground on the shores of reality. The last minute or so of this video explains precisely why since then I have cut ties with the art world/scene/industry. #grownostr #awakenotwoke #exitthesystem nostr:note193mn0wfgenvlwkwhd89y09qzvfhxsg3e9repgxvl5835flpn89kq8tvwjc

Wowed!

When we (meaning YOU FILTHY PEASANTS) reduce our (YOUR) population, our (chosen ones) children can breathe clean air (not really but they will think so).

It’s the gateway drug to charcuterie.

I’m still amazed at how few people noticed much less objected to how easily Instagram shut down selected political hashtags “for two weeks” preceding the presidential election, and then shut down all hashtags for at least that long during and after the election. And no one I know ever said anything about it. So of course it won’t surprise me that it will be sequentially worse than that or the Canada truckers’ protests.

Yay. Just this morning FB sends me a notification of a surprising uptick in visits to my business page. I go to the metrics and find out that no one has interacted with it like FB notified me about. Basically FB lied. So has IG. Never mind the ad revenue from big businesses, they surely make huge bucks off of frustrated solo business people trying to reach the fabled hordes a few hundred bucks at a pop. Essentially my FB/IG business pages are invisible unless I consistently pay for it. And I’ve never sold any product ever on those platforms.

And she expected everyone to ignore the cars with her armed security detail following right behind her…

Breadcrumb- “Milhous” was Nixon’s middle name….

It also fits rather well as a way to further define Ayn Rand’s term of “second handers.” There are those who legitimately prosper as a result of integrity and hard work, but these “counterfeiters’ are second handers who get rich by rent-seeking and other ways that diminish others in order to have the wealth.

With those spines, I recon it’ll grow anywhere it wants to. Looks a lot like the FL kind that will stab through even good shoes. Supposed to be good eating once you get past the stickers but it’s good to not be so hungry as to try that.

I loved my blender/mini food processor so much that I killed it years ago. This looks like a worthy replacement. It’s perfect for mincing shallots/garlic/herbs enough for ingredients in a recipe where a standard sized processor will waste about as much as the recipe calls for.

Question- if I use tspaz when I wade into the Prime Day morass, will it still give you credit even if I have no idea what I might get?

From the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows. It’s a good inspiration to introspect.

Aha, I remember seeing Tragically Hip when they opened for Eric Johnson here in Jax FL way back when!