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Peggy Webber: Bob Carroll got me my first job and he remained my friend. Kliph Nesteroff: He is remembered today as Lucille Ball's writer. He wrote for her for years and years. Did you ever appear on Lucille Ball’s radio show My Favorite Husband? Peggy Webber: No, but I remember I was buying a gift for someone right next to CBS and my mother was with me. Lucille Ball was in there.

One of the more interesting stories over the last ten years has been the growth of Arm in the server and enterprise markets. Almost a decade ago, Arm was predicting 25%+ of these markets would be enabled through different merchant silicon providers, effectively elbowing out all the x86 install base (which was mostly Intel at the time). Around a dozen start-ups came to the fore, developing silicon for those markets using off-the-shelf Arm mobile cores, with limited success.

Scott Ryan is the author of The Last Days of Letterman, Fire Walk With Me: Your Laura Disappeared, Lost Highway: The Fist of Love, and the best seller Moonlighting: An Oral History. He hosts the YouTube series It’s Our Time and Tiger Talk, is the copresident of Fayetteville Mafia Press and Tucker DS Press, and is the managing editor and creative director of The Blue Rose Magazine and co-creator (along with JB Minton) of The Red Room Podcast (2011-2023).

Email newsletter from Chris La Tray, member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians, author of "Becoming Little Shell" from Milkweed Editions (8/20/2024), and 2023–2025 Montana Poet Laureate. By Chris La Tray · Over 10,000 subscribersNo thanks“People often ask me the newsletter *I* always open. It's always this one. ” “I LOVE this substack! Chris is an incredible writer who challenges his readers to stop, take a breath, and examine something that we may have been missing.

As a kid born and raised in Washington State, I grew up watching John Stockton—the local kid from Spokane who had come out of Gonzaga—dazzle with his performances in the NBA finals as arguably the best point guard ever to play basketball. Also, as a Packer’s football fan, I was happy when former Green Bay MVP offensive tackle Ken Ruettgers recently reached out for an interview on the podcast he co-hosts with Stockton.

“I Hate Myself and Want to Die” is the name of a Nirvana song, first released (funnily enough) on the big Beavis and Butthead compilation album. It was also intended as the B-side to the single version of “Pennyroyal Tea,” but after Kurt Cobain’s suicide in 1994, these plans were understandably scrapped. The song is, as the kids say, mid in the context of the Nirvana discography. If you Google the phrase - and, for the record, for aesthetic reasons I much prefer adding the second I, that is, “I hate myself and I want to die” - that’s what you mostly get, that song.

Another day, another essay not in any way related to the supposed theme of this newsletter… Last winter, my hometown’s party store burned down. It was a community hub, the location of our Buck Pole, a place whose aisles I’ve wandered as a kid looking for Charleston Chews and a slice of pizza and as a 20-something looking for flies and honey whiskey and as a 30-something looking for a bottle of merlot and a dose of nostalgia.

I’m sitting in my 16-year-old daughter’s school Pasifika fiafia (celebration) night. Year group by year group, the girls glide on to the stage on bare feet dressed in puletasi, and dance beautifully. Heartbreakingly beautifully. They dance like their grandmothers, their great-grandmothers, the taupou and female ancestors in the long lineages that danced before them. The pre-colonial women, the pre-Christian women, the women so far before them, these girls don’t know their names.

In a patriarchal society, we spend far more time playing marriage games and talking about princesses and generally socializing girls to be compliant and unquestioning than we do teaching them about how to have good relationships. No wonder so many of us end up in bad relationships. In many cases, the very behaviors we’ve been told to seek out are actually significant red flags. It’s not on women to end misogyny or abuse.