Power in names

There is/was a place in San Francisco called Big Heart City--it hosted various clubs like my pretentious clove-scented goth nights. And I love the name. It's evocative and attractive. I'm currently trying to come up with a similarly evocative name for the playlist of 'stuff that would be pounding out of the speakers at my club'. If I'm especially lucky, it'll become an actual location in a story. Stupid real life, taking all the good names first.

Just, you know, in case you were wondering.

Further updates

After a three and a half minute phone call with Sharon from EDD, it is resolved. She's lifted my disqualification and will be mailing me report forms for the intervening time, from 23 Jan to present, so that I can get back on the dole.

Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.