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Is anyone else having trouble with the tumblr site? It won’t load anything past the first page (using endless scrolling). This is irksome. Works fine on the app. Edit: never mind, it’s working again.
Well. When they say line of sight, they really mean you can’t have anything in the way which is opaque to the particular wavelength you are using to transmit the signal - so, for example, a visible light laser based system would be fine with glass, but a UV laser system wouldn’t. So, assuming a microwave based system, you could put up something which is either a) thin enough that the signal can still get through (though it may be difficult to find a material that can be very thin and 200 feet high), or b) a material transparent (near enough) to microwaves, such as quartz.
It would probably be cheaper just to dig a trench and lay a fibre optic cable, though.
I’d ship Buffy and Willow and I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OTHER CHARACTERS except maybe Faith and Anya and Supernatural is a bit of a sausagefest, isn’t it?
I’m a bit peeved at our government. People are being punished for living in social housing with a spare bedroom, even though there aren’t social houses with fewer bedrooms to move in to. There have been suicides. This goes beyond incompetence and straight into vindictiveness.
80% of new jobs have been created in low pay sectors, not replacing the generally middle income jobs lost in the public sector.
A record number of people now report being in part-time work even though they want full-time work.
One million young people are unemployed.
47% of new graduates are in jobs that do not require a degree. A third are in low-skilled roles. 10% are unemployed.
In the three years of this government, we have borrowed more than the previous 13 years (the length of the last government).
The current government is now borrowing £198bn more than it forecast in 2010 - due, in part, to lower revenues and higher costs caused by pushing the country back into recession. (At the time of the last general election, the economy was growing again, and in recovery - until the public spending cuts hit.)
The government’s own figures show people will, on average, be 5.8% worse off at the end of this parliament, compared to the start.
Claiming this plan is working is akin to the man pointing at the splattered corpse at the bottom of the (hey, lets go trans-Atlantic) Empire State Building and saying “Those nay-sayers said if he jumped off he would fall! Well, he’s not falling now! I bet they feel like such fools!”
Yes, we have grown well the past quarter compared to other G7 countries (though two hours after the Chancellor spoke, revisions to US data made it clear their economy grew faster) - but we’ve spent the last couple of years stagnating, while they have been recovering. The government has changed its plans, and has started re-inflating an unsustainable housing bubble by guaranteeing mortgages with public money. They are hoping that the boom they will create won’t crash until after the election. The problem is, no-one is buying it - living standards are falling, and, if anything, increasing the cost of accommodation is going to cause people more problems, not less. And with household debt at about 140% of household income, raising interest rates to cool down the housing market is likely to cause many people - including those now taking out the loans subsidised by the government - to get into real financial difficulties.
Promote the UK. Encourage people to invest, study, live, and visit there. But don’t try and convince the world our domestic economic policies are even close to being something to emulate. If nothing else, it seems a rather pathetic and crass thing for an embassy to be doing. Particularly when we’re getting it so spectacularly wrong.
Some people can completely change your perception of yourself. Sometimes that can be wonderful - someone you love, admire, believe in, or all of the above, can tell you you’re amazing, and it feels like the universe has become a better place, and you look at yourself differently.
Other times, someone you love, admire, believe in, or all of the above, can tell you you’re boring, and that’s why they’re leaving, and you start to see yourself as boring, and start to live that life.
You start calling yourself dull; as part of your name, your identity. You stick with a job, project management, that you find boring, because that’s who you are. You shut yourself off from going to gigs, or festivals, or whatever, because that’s not what boring people do. You sit quietly, punishing yourself, because you were so boring you drove her away. She said so.
And you never stop believing it, not until you find out they weren’t the person you thought they were.
Only then do you start looking at your life through fresh eyes.
I made dull part of my name - and used that identity to crack jokes, tell stories, and make new friends all over the world.
I became a project manager - and delivered exciting projects, making people’s lives better, and building up important civil institutions.
I stuck with project management - but I walked out on a job because they were treating me badly, even though I had nowhere to go. I built up a freelancing business, with all the stress, strains, excitement, and unpredictability that brings.
I didn’t go to gigs - actually, that one’s a fair cop, guv. But, then again, I did:
get shortlisted to be a parliamentary candidate, beating many others with more experience through the passion of my arguments.
walk across Scotland, before my hypothyroidism was diagnosed, meaning I just pushed myself through genuine exhaustion every single day.
give a presentation to a national project management conference, even though I was terrified all the way through it.
fight against a workplace bully, protecting my staff until they could get away, because it was the right thing to do.
manage to get visited by counter-terrorism police over a joke that went really bad, which probably isn’t something to be proud of, but at least isn’t boring.
climb the highest mountain in the country, just to prove a point, even if it was only to myself.
So I fit some other stuff in.
Maybe I’m not boring. Maybe there’s other stuff I can do, too.