“This meeting is being recorded” delivered by cold and robotic female voice has been a linchpin of the eight million or so Zoom work meetings I’ve taken over the last five months. Something about its abrupt volume and matter-of-fact tone feels intrusive, scrutinizing, and devoid of all humanity. When I hear those words, I know that swearing (a great past-time of mine) is off the table, and each word I say might as well be matter of public record; which pretty much forces me to choose my words more carefully than a mafia don at a RICO hearing.

“This meeting is being recorded” delivered by cold and robotic female voice has been a linchpin of the eight million or so Zoom work meetings I’ve taken over the last five months. Something about its abrupt volume and matter-of-fact tone feels intrusive, scrutinizing, and devoid of all humanity. When I hear those words, I know that swearing (a great past-time of mine) is off the table, and each word I say might as well be matter of public record; which pretty much forces me to choose my words more carefully than a mafia don at a RICO hearing.

“How's It Going to Be” is best song from the nineties (I should clarify, not just the 1990’s, I’m also including the 1890’s and 1790’s as well) and I’m going to explain to you why.