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You'll find your fate on the path you take to avoid it.

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Is this guy bothering you? cuz I could bother you too but in a different better way
One thing I learned from studying stories is that readers donât need a character to make the ârightâ choice. They need the choice to feel inevitable for that person in that moment. The bad decision should have roots. Pride, fear, habit, hunger, shame, love, exhaustion, old training. When the reader thinks âno, donât do thatâ and also âoh god, of course you would do that,â the character is working.
you ever think about how famous poet conrad aiken used to visit his parents graves (murder-suicide when he was 11) and would boat watch and one time he saw a boat called 'cosmos mariner' and was like holy SHIT that goes HARD and he went to look up where it was going and it just said 'destination unknown' and he was like OH MY GODDDDDDD so he ended up putting "COSMOS MARINER: DESTINATION UNKNOWN" on his grave which is also a bench so you too can sit by his parents graves and look out for boats with cool names?
He was so real for this

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Where's a public library? by the Toronto Public Library, 1975, showcasing library branches in the west end of Toronto
home of vanessa bell, english painter and sister of virginia woolf
From James Ortiz's instagram, a closeup look at Rockyâs hands, including his "goat leg".
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âAmerican Bisonâ by S. Wilson, from the book âWild, Wild World of Animals: Wild Herdsâ, 1977
Peanuts (March 4, 1960) by Charles M. Schulz
i know this is tumblr and weâre all playing perverts but i just think some of you would be excellent company for a late night walk and a four hour conversation about absolutely nothing
ENDING MY NEGATIVE SELF TALK:
I can't sing -> I have the interesting vocal qualities of Bob Dylan
Everybody hates how weird I am - My aloof and unconventional demeanor is Dylanesque
I'm short -> I am the same height as Bob Dylan
I dress inadequately for the seasons -> I am mastering my Freewheelin' Bob Dylan Strut
Everybody boos my guitar playing -> I am finding my footing in the world of "Going Electric"

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I talk a lot about inflation and salaries as someone whose head spins daily about it and I do think itâs important. But something that I think more people should keep in mind in a simple âknow what youâre entitled toâ way is how drastic the inflation rate has been in the last 5 years not just on its own but relative to a serious downward trend in raises year over year.
There was a brief period in 2021 (the âgreat resignationâ) where it was an employeeâs market, but because a lot of people changed jobs, while a small fraction of industries were able to tempt skilled employees with good salaries and benefits in order to hire and appear healthily in growth mode, the question of raises fell to the wayside even more than usual. Especially because this happened during Covidâat the time a lot of employers just completely stopped offering cost of living adjustment raises as an âemergency responseâ to the economy. And thenâŚthey just never picked them back up. Every year became a âchallenging yearâ and it was normalized for a shaken-up workforce that you wouldnât get a modest increase in wages annually. While a lot of industries especially the ones most visibly in need of wage reform like food service have had static wages for decades, a lot of our workforce in places like public service, education, manufacturing/engineering, and mid-level white collar jobs, the types of careers that, at bare minimum, exist of offset the initial investment a huge part of our generation in America has made into the 4-year college system, were able to keep their heads above water more easily if they landed a job that would at least kind of take care of their needs in this regard. It was considered a dealbreaker for many people looking to switch careers if that wasnât offered.
I think when we talk about raises and upward mobility we associate it with middle class people making the jump from lower mid to upper mid; this is really the only major type of class mobility that exists in America. You might grow up with parents who have no savings, and eventually become the type of person who can save and take their kids to Disneyland. Itâs kind of hard to see this being denied to people as a crisis given that poverty is inescapable. However I think the type of slow decline in wage stability relative to inflation is extremely scary because it actually means many people are backsliding out of even being lower middle class without realizing it. In the grand scheme of things this is a less urgent wage crisis than what effects hourly wage workers, but because of that I think a lot of people donât realize itâs effecting them, and feel guilty or frustrated when they have what looks like a stable career and feel something slip away from them.
For example: my second salaried job out of college was at the corporate packaging & purchasing department of a major dairy supplier in Buffalo. I made $45k plus benefits in 2018, a major raise from the $15/hr Iâd been making before. People in that office had had careers at the company that lasted 15, 20 years, and relied partially on a steady, expected annual reassessment and cost of living raise. Without it, their stability their salary offered them would drift away slightly every year. This is bad for many reasons, but particularly because when you grow a career somewhere, itâs likely your life grows with you in terms of costs: you start a family, maybe need to take care of your elderly parents eventually.
What I hear anecdotally though this has changed radically in almost all career fields. There is no guarantee wage increases will ever be normalized again to the degree they were pre-Covid, and inflation has increased roughly 23% since 2021. The $45k I made in 2018 is worth $33k now. That is simply true. Letâs assume that company was generous enough to raise that salary commensurate with inflation to $50k by 2021. If they had done that yearly to meet the economic realities by 2026, that person should be making $61,000. But theyâre not. Theyâre making the material equivalent of half of that, basically. That is a massive, mind-boggling gap, and has nothing to do with the role itself, just the value of money, and a lot of people who entered the workforce in the 2020s have no idea just how much they are being denied because (like I was in 2018!) theyâre in their early 20s and happy to have a salaried job. But while that salary bought me my first car and enabled me to do things like host people who werenât able to have stable housing at my apartment, it is simply not offering that to people today.
The tough thing about salary convos is that it is factually true that everyone should be making more, and again, to a person making a poverty wage these numbers feel like cartoon math. And we really only hear about the âvanishing middle classâ from the POV of a moderateâs cultural anxietyâthe threat to the âmiddle classâ as news pundits would have it is at attack on the nuclear family, the 2-car garage and a pool. Thatâs a bunch of noise and fantasy. But that doesnât change the fact that an increasing number of people once earned a living wage, and that same wage at the same job is a living wage no longer. That has a ripple effect in our current system where weâre all donating to each othersâ GoFundMes and trying to stay sane. When I lived in Buffalo my favorite people were college professors and public servants who had managed to buy homes early; they were not rich, but I could come to their house for an afternoon and just breathe. When we did organizing work, it happened at houses like that, and we were able to make good things happen because a person had a home office, a car to transport people in, a printer with ink in it. It made me realize how much a small measure of having your shit together helps others to do the same, and I try to imitate that in my own life. Iâm not exactly a pilar of my community or anything, but even at the time I felt like my relative financial stabilityâwhich came solely from my salary, not family or savingsâhelped people around me to be slightly more stable too. And it actually freaks me out so much how that stable middle section is disappearing. Like man. Forget garages and Disneyland!! That is the scary shit to me.
Joan Baez holding a black cat, photographed by David Redfern, 1965.