

I thought the joke was always that he’d get the numbers to 8,008,135
I thought the joke was always that he’d get the numbers to 8,008,135
I think of Trump more in terms of this Hunter S. Thompson quote about Nixon:
He neither drinks nor smokes, they say, and bars make him nervous. Humphrey Bogart would have taken a dim view of Nixon. It was Bogart who said, “You can’t trust a man who doesn’t drink.” And it was Raoul Duke who said, “I’d never buy a used car from Nixon unless he was drunk.”
Free markets? In this economy?
Good news, you’re not alone! I have a terminal degree and have been unemployed for even longer. It’s rough out there. You are doing literally everything I’ve been told across several years. Do NOT go back for a MA and put yourself in debt just to get the letters — this is not a good time for higher education.
Direct apply is the best advice I can give. If you find a listing on a job board, go to the company itself for the application. Everyone has a different opinion on how to do a résumé and cover letter, and I think the more input you can get the better. Have some more basic text ones you can feed into the applicant tracking systems (the newfangled trendy ones with your picture and skill percentages will get bounced.) Also see if there’s a local “young professionals” group through your chamber of commerce for more networking.
I really do wish you the best. It sounds like you already have a lot of good stuff going on.
Cash in your free two years of identityworks from whichever company leaked it, wait a while, cash in another two years from the next company that leaks it, wait a while, cash in another two years from the next company — you get the idea
Like if Vin Diesel’s right nut were left outside on a moderately breezy day
The difference is that Quixote actually read enough books to fuel his delusions. We’re renaming Teslas “Rocinantes.”
A very, very low number know how our tax brackets work, so compound interest is some intergalactic conspiracy.
Something something high road
Greenville, NC in a Walgreens, around 2013. A man who looked like, or could well have been Gary Busey, in a leather jacket, in a pile of talcum powder on the floor, was picking up handfuls of powder and snorting them.
I think of it a little differently, and don’t know if this has an attribution: either you have an ideology, or an ideology has you. We may very well not know that we’ve been interpellated into a particular position, and then the “pretending” isn’t actually pretending. And if you’re authentic to an ideological position, it isn’t pretending either. We certainly can engage in pretend to conceal our ideological leanings, but this involves a level of self-awareness that is near impossible to maintain.
What the actual fuck? I’d send them a notarized bag of flaming dog shit.
Ron and Fez. A wealth of entertainment.
Because GET BACK TO WORK
Nah man, you want New Coke. Catch the wave.
They’re going full Australian coffee. YouTube medium shorts.
“You’ll hear from my lawyer” is the feckless cry of trash that’s getting ejected from an Applebees parking lot.
The NYT has its place. NYT polls are crap. Political coverage? Crap. Timely news coverage? Crap. The occasional long-form piece about an obscure musicology journal with only about three dozen subscribers worldwide that’s experiencing some crazy infighting? Stellar.
No (US). Those who loudly complain are generally conservatives who can’t understand how marginal tax rates and brackets work.