I quickly edited together Matt’s solo bits in the song Business Card (full thing here, with him also singing in the chorus). He does the backing at the beginning of this (which is the 2nd verse in the whole song) so he’s the second guy that sings ;).
What Happened to the Computer Girls?
Believe it or not, in the 1960’s, programming was seen as women’s work. It was even touted as being “just like planning a dinner”.
So what happened?
Eventually male programmers wanted to raise their status above “women’s work”. So they actively discouraged women from these positions, designed hiring tests rigged for men, and even created the stereotype that programmers are disinterested in people. No wonder in the years since, it’s still a male dominated field. Women earned only 18% of the computer science degrees awarded in 2008-2011.
Alright ladies, we need to bust this myth. It’s been too long. Find organizations like Scientista or Sally Ride Science that help encourage women and girls in STEM interests. Find mentors and connect with other women interested in STEM.
Happy Ada Lovelace Day
excuse the mess but it’s important i show you my fabulous outfits/self
Breaking Bad meme: characters [2/??]"uhm, i used to be a beat cop a long time ago. now i’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. but there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that i will never forget. Gordy. he looked like Bo Svenson. remember him? "Walking Tall"? you don’t remember? anyway, big boy. 270, 280. but his wife, or whatever she was, a lady, she was real small, like a bird. wrists like little branches. anyway, my partner and i get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, "c’mon, tonight’s the night. press charges." and this wasn’t one of those "deep down he really loves me" set ups, we get a lot of those, but not this. this girl was scared. she wasn’t gonna cross him no way, no how. nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank, he sleeps it off, next morning out he goes back home. one night, my partner is out sick and it’s just me. then the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. broken nose in the shower kind of thing. so i cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming "Danny Boy." and it just rubbed me the wrong way. so instead of left, i go right, out into nowhere, and i kneel him down and i put my revolver in his mouth and i told him, "this is it. this is how it ends." and he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s gonna leave her alone, screaming as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. and i told him to be quiet and i needed to think about what i was gonna do here. and of course he got quiet. goes still and real quiet, like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. and we just stood there for a while, me acting like i’m thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. after a few minutes i took the gun out of his mouth and i say so help me if you ever touch her again, and such and such and such and blah and blah and blah blah blah blah blah. of course. just trying to do the right thing. but two weeks later he killed her. of course. caved her in with the base of Waring blender. we got there and there was so much blood you can taste the metal. the moral of the story is i chose a half measure when i should have gone all the way. i’ll never make that mistake again. no more half measures, Walter."