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It's a good rant, covers plenty of bases, but yeah, i know what you mean. Personally i haven't seen an ad in over 10 years but then i don't use mainstream social media, and i do use a vpn and uBlock Origin, and prefer a high-seas life (ahoy mateys) to the subscriber experience. I kind of like Patreon. As for location blocking, vpn solves that, etc. etc. other solutions etc. But still, a good solid rant.
I'm no expert, but i suppose because it reduces the flow of money - fewer transactions (people not getting healthcare, not billing insurance, insurance not paying for healthcare given to people because they're not getting any healthcare) = reduced total domestic product. Whether it's reduced by a measurable amount is another question.
0:33, relevant and even important info because those loans will not get repaid now that the borrowers are either deported or too scared to leave their houses to go to their jobs. 3:10, same as above. 8:24 same. "Deportation fears and labor force exits may have disrupted repayment patterns." In general, Boyle's pointing out that these companies had very shaky business assets but were rated as being very solid. The thing that's fucky is the rating system that made these companies look solid, attracting investors, while in fact they were risky companies to invest in.
I'm not sure if you want people to reply or if you prefer them not to, but i'll go ahead and reply and you can ignore it if you want. Your experience brings back a lot of memories and old emotions for me ... I'm much older than you but even now i'm totally at sea about why nobody in my family ever wanted to know anything about my life ... it's weird. Anyway, that's just to say "yeah, family can be rough." Here's how i finally set it aside and moved on. It might sound silly but it worked for me. I see it as a garden. My family are like a few small cactus plants here and there. In my twenties i lived in that patch of desert and pretty regularly tried to reach out to family, only to get stuck by a cactus needle. oh well. Drinking too much didn't help either. Things started to change when i started to move away and grow my own garden. I found some people and communities who needed some of what i had to offer (writing skills, editing skills, kindness, sensitivity ...) and i offered it. Maybe something like your experience with Rimu and that fediverse ecosystem you mention. Over time relationships developed; nothing amazing, just nice working relationships, a few light friendships - no soulmates or deep stuff, but that's fine with me now. I found myself spending more and more time in this new patch of garden taht was growing around me. Stayed sober, positive, aware of people's needs and how i could play a small role in helping others get along. Eventually that garden become where i live now. the cactus is over there towards the outskirts of my garden. That's fine. I have no hard feelings towards the cactus. They're just doing their thing, and i have plenty of other plants in my garden. Ok, sorry if that sounds too silly, but it's a metaphor that works for me. Good luck!!
Here's the NIH article: https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC4499872/ and the Financial Times article: https://archive.md/4YVBB The latter has more links to other sources.
Great stuff!! Did she really have a breakdown? I thought that (and the selling clock radios on the street thing) was made-up backstory. Anyway, definitely an early-days-of-YT classic as you say.
This is an old story, except for the LA Times. The guy on Money and Macro explains the situation better in this vid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bOSWQttmvU
The only time i tried online dating apps to the point of actually talking to another human i met a young woman and we exchanged a few messages then arranged a phone call. On the phone she wouldn't stop talking. It was pretty amazing, this flood of words pouring from her. I supposed it was because she was nervous, but still - being pretty pessimistic about the whole online dating thing to begin with - figured this would never work out because her non-stop talking was starting to weird me out a little. Not in a terrible way, just a little.
Anyway, she was going on and on about her job but was carefully avoiding any details that might identify where she worked, i guess so as to stay safe by not revealing too many personal details to a stranger. Somehow, though, I figured it out. She told me what area of the city she lived in, and i got enough details about the kind of work she did that i said something like: "Oh, you work at the Goodwill on blahblah street" and then there was dead silence. The flood of words stopped. We hung up soon after that. I felt really cool about guessing her workplace, like a detective, thinking i'd impressed her with my mind, but it wasn't until years later that it dawned on me that i'd weirded her out even more than she weirded me out. A double oblivious weird out.