Friday, January 26, 2024

Bye-bye

My year-end post on notable deaths of 2023 started it all. It was David Crosby, actually—who died last January at age 81; the harmonies of Crosby, Stills, Nash (& Young) were so distinctive. Singing any of their songs solo just doesn’t do justice to the impact they made.

So I’ve been revisiting unique harmonies. And that brought me to The Everly Brothers. Phil and Don Everly straddled country, pop and rock from the 50s through the 70s, when they broke up and pursued solo careers for 10 years, reuniting in 1983.

Many of their early hits were written by Felice and Boudleaux Bryant, a husband/wife team. I’m truly hard pressed to choose among them for today’s earworm, so I’m giving you two.

First up, “Bye-Bye Love”, which has that driving beat of true rock and roll.

And “All I have to Do Is Dream”, credited solely to Boudleaux (and I do love writing that name), a classic Everly ballad.

Crank up the volume.

 

 

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Show me the money

I had two interesting senior product manager interviews this week, both of which say something about how companies are approaching their hiring practices.

The first call was brief—maybe eight minutes tops. Because, after the opening small talk, the recruiter brought up the subject of compensation. He did this because it was risibly low, and he acknowledged that. I rather got the impression that he’s learnt to open the conversation with this data point because he’d had too many calls that came to a screeching halt 20 minutes in when it came up in the “normal” course of interviews.

The company in question has had two really major security breaches in the past couple of years, breaches that affected hundreds of customers and brought them the kind of press that no software company wants. It may be possible that they should consider better compensation for the people who have to clean up these kinds of messes and maybe prevent them in the future.

The second interview was actually fascinating. The company is doing interesting things in cybersecurity, has been around for more than a decade, getting close to IPO, but has never had a product manager. They’ve crafted a thoughtful job description, enumerating some really high-level expectations (including briefing analysts and the press, which typically happens at the director level), and engaged a high-powered recruitment firm to run the hiring process.

But when we got to compensation, the salary was in the exact same where-do-you-expect-to-find-someone-senior-at-this-rate range. With no bonus or equity. Again, the recruiter acknowledged that this was low, but that’s what was budgeted. He mentioned that the company execs expect this person to “be the CEO of their product line” (typical buzzwords for this role). He didn’t point out what was obvious to me: that this person would not have a compensation package that is in any way CEO-like.

Look, when even the recruiters are embarrassed to talk money, you know these are interesting times.

 

 

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Your tax dollars at work

Okay, I had been unaware of this, but some Republicans in the Florida legislature actually think that Florida taxpayers ought to be funding the Kleptocrat’s fight against multiple indictments.

Because evidently a self-proclaimed billionaire, who’s reaping a crop he’s been sowing for (in some cases) decades, deserves all the help the citizens of the Sunshine State can hawk up. To the tune of $5M. (TBF, $5M is barely the retainer for one of Cadet Bonespurs’ lawyers, former Florida Solicitor General Chris Kise, currently beclowning himself in the civil fraud trial in Manhattan, so it’s kind of a sop in the global scheme of TFG’s legal schemes.) That’s pretty whack, I have to say.

But wait, as they say on TV—there’s more.

Because one day after Ron Never-Back-Down DeSantis backed down and closed up his presidential run shop, and endorsed Bonespurs, he apparently found a non-human vertebra and tweeted that he’d veto any such bill that came across his desk.

Yeah, the guy who blew $1.5M of Florida taxpayers’ money to illegally entice migrants in Texas to get on planes and be flown to Martha’s Vineyard to stick it to the libs has decided that paying the legal fees of a private citizen is not, in fact, an appropriate expenditure.

Well, we’ll see how long it takes for him to cave on this, too.

 

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Watering hole

One of the best purchases I’ve ever made—next to the squirrel-proof feeder on a shepherd’s hook with a torpedo baffle—has been the heated birdbath.

No, the water is not warm and there’s no jacuzzi (although it would be fun to watch birds turning the jets on and off by pecking a button). It just means that the water doesn’t freeze, so the birds can drink even in the coldest weather.

And it’s been in the ‘teens this past week, so that’s a big deal.

I’m sorry I’ve not been able to get the camera out fast enough whenever one bellies up to the bar, but I do so love watching them at it. It’s a small thing in the global scheme, but it makes me happy to do it.



Monday, January 22, 2024

Gratitude Monday: a snow visitor

The snowfall of early last week brought me a bit of a bracha. Twice.

Because I caught movement in the corner of my eye as I was sat at my laptop and—instead of the squirrel I expected—I saw this guy:

He stayed around for a couple of minutes and then flew off.


(The next day he returned, but I just watched him instead of trying to pull out my mobile.)

I’m honored and grateful for those magical moments, even if the cost might have been having to shovel snow.

 

 

Friday, January 19, 2024

Brotherly love

I’ve had the Smothers Brothers on my mind recently. If you never experienced their unique performance style, you missed something special.

So today I’m giving you one of their renditions of “My Old Man”. The original (as they explained in one of their performances, which doesn’t appear to have made it to YouTube) was a British music hall song called “My Old Man’s a Dustman”. Tommy and Dickie took that and ran circles around it, as only they could. 

(WARNING: there is a segment that would be out of bounds in our times. Back in the day it pushed boundaries and inserted a note of social discomfort that the brothers got away with because of all the foolishness that surrounded it. God bless 'em.)

Viz:


 

Thursday, January 18, 2024

Seeing clearly

I had to make a run to Trader Joe’s yesterday—I was out of milk. I was a bit concerned, as we’ve had snow on the ground for a couple of days, but in actuality we’ve not had temperatures above freezing, so nothing melted and then refroze. So, roads were cleared and dry, although the junction of the parking lot exit and a road was a bit dodgy.

But I’m not here to talk about roads. I’m here to show you the crystal formations on my car’s windscreen.

Gorgeous, no?

 

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Snowbirds

Yeah, we got maybe a couple of inches of snow through Monday night. That’s enough to shut down schools, but really not bad if you don’t have to go anywhere.

But for perhaps the first time ever, I shoveled the patio, because I didn’t want the birds to have to dig through the snow to get to the seed I tossed out. I had a carpet of juncos, cardinals, sparrows, bluebirds, wrens, titmice, doves and bluebirds.



That was worth the work.

 

 

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

Dusting in the District

Okay, well—my bad for writing that we here in the District They Call Columbia were snow-free. We got a dusting Sunday night, as I mentioned yesterday, but the dust continued throughout the day, and WaPo predicted more for the evening.

I’m still not much fussed—I don’t need to go out for any reason; there are single-serving cottage pies in the freezer; and I got a delivery last week of about 40 lbs of birdseed, so I’ve been enjoying the show out on my patio.

It’s all good.

 

 

 

Monday, January 15, 2024

Gratitude Monday: NIMBY

We had a storm predicted for the weekend, but I have to say that it seems to have missed my part of the People’s Republic.

Well, perhaps my immediate part.

We got some rain during the night on Friday. Saturday it was almost temperate—in the 40s, and sunny for a good part of the day. Yesterday was right nippy, with just a touch of snow. For about 23 minutes; not enough to even coat the ground.

But it turns out that only a couple of hundred yards away from me, on the private golf course that appears to be the only patch of green that Fairfax County Board of Supervisors is willing to retain in the People’s Republic, I saw this:

And I’m so grateful that this wasn’t one of the big trees that line the property behind my house.

UPDATE: Haha—I woke up to snow on the ground. But I've shoveled three neighbors' walks and I'm warm and dry inside. Still grateful.