I got onto design there for a while. Sketchup Make is still free out there if you can find it. Blender is also an option.
Learning is another option. Khan Academy, MIT Open Courseware.
Brewing, taking care of plants, terrariums, puzzles, bonsai, yoga. All good stuff.
Which chamber you plan on running in? House or senate?
Read a little more than just looking at a picture. Passthroughs are not corporations…which is what we were talking about.
And just in case you are going to try to attempt a “gotcha” at me about s-corps, 75% of corporations are c-corps…by far the one most people are familiar with (and angry about).
It’s all projection. When you know you’re capable of doing it, you think everyone else would be too.
It’s not the Severus Snape we wanted, but it is the one we all…ah hell I can’t go through with it. This guy is Bellatrix incarnate.
I mean, a guy sneaking into your house at night and leaving you “presents” under a tree you’ve cut down and brought into your house for no other reason has to be up there too, right?
And don’t get me started on how fucked up Thanksgiving is.
Y’all know earnings on corporations are taxed twice, right? Sole proprietorships - taxed once, partnerships - taxed once.
I mean, I’m all for it, fuck corps, they are a funnel for profits at the expense of everything else in society, but let’s put the hate where deserved, like the fact that the government treats them as a fucking (morally bankrupt) limited liability person, rather than just pointing out some voodoo economics financial accounting trick that probably won’t ever change so long as the rules allow them to exist.
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say, his small heart grew three sizes that day.
Also, why does this article mention 2019?
Came here to say this. I attend 1-2 times a month and mine has so far taught me about breathing exercises for meditation and the shadow self from Jung. Just a group of great people also searching for community.
Dude’s moral compass is the NYSE.
Just like our servers, as the gods intended:
You just named them after your poops, didn’t you?
It’s his same old song. Tear down what already exists, then huck a new version of it out for the very low price of $19.84.
I’m surprised he hasn’t added his name to the title of it yet.
AI is in the hype section of the emerging technology curve. A lot of good will come out of AI once we calm down and stop losing our damn minds.
It won’t be just cheap GPUs either. It will be things like more accurate cancer diagnoses, as Cory says near the top.
What we need is for regulation to catch up and start incentivizing the right things…that is, the things that will benefit society as a whole, not just the oligarchs.
Right? If I had a mom like that I’d be depressed too.
Oh wait, I did, and I was.
Here’s a Big Think. I used to drive 4 miles to blockbuster then pick out a plastic coated VHS, then play it on my plastic coated VCR on my TV that was at least 10x the width of current TVs.
Then, 3 days later, drive like a mad racer with no brakes to get back to the Blockbuster 2 minutes before they closed.
And that’s just like the other 80% of America who don’t have trains, buses or decent bike lanes. So kindly FO on guilt tripping us for our streaming habits, TYVM.
Relationships are incredibly important for living a long and fulfilling life.
One of the most common regrets of those nearing the end of their life:
“I wish I had stayed in touch with the people who mattered.”
It also has a protective factor to your health too.
Now, does that mean that you have to force yourself to like those extended relatives? No, of course not. Just like any other people, you must make the assessment whether these people are on the whole a benefit or a deterrent to you.
But being a family member often grants you a quick on-ramp to foster those relationships.
We all often say it’s too hard, we’re too busy. And I’d argue that if you find value in it, then you’re going to do it with intention and make the time.
I agree. I was an early adopter. It’s a compelling idea to have a public ledger, but so far it’s been terrible execution, and what a disaster for the environment.
There was this one time a few years back that I had to go to the dump to dispose of some various large material. Our dump is more of a transfer station with a big warehouse where everything is disposed of, compacted by giant bulldozers and then loaded onto other trucks to take to a nearby landfill in a separate county.
This particular visit it had been rainy for a few days, and I guess I must’ve gotten there right after the transfer trucks picked up all the refuse. Except for the floor, it was covered in a slippery stink-filled film. I carefully threw my truckload in, making sure that I didn’t fall, though I did slip a bit. It took some time to do so, so I came up with this little ditty. “Trash juice, trash juice, oh bring back my trash juice to me, to me!”
I did my work, shuffled my shoes and got into the car. Next stop was the grocery store. I’m fumbling around in the cheese aisle, and I guess I was still singing my song at a quiet mumble. Well, this old blue haired lady must’ve heard me. She turned around and recoiled “what are you singing!” In that way where it seemed like her whole life was built around cleanliness and my recitation was an affront to everything that she stood for.
Well, I got a good laugh out of that reaction, still do. Moral of the story is that singing to yourself does not necessarily negate other people thinking you’re a crazy person.