Day 3 of less of me, and it a faster mooch around the block and MrsPdubyah stays in bed citing not a morning person as an excuse. Still it’s a 3-peat for me.
Consecutive walks. 6am, cold as a cold thing, but 40 solid minutes of walking. Problem is I’m now hungry in the car on the drive to work.
From the email today , and freely available on many other blogs, far too numerous to mention…..
When pondering the question of mining super taxes and the structure of our tax system in general please refer to this explanation using the language of BeerJust Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this;
- The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
- The fifth would pay $1
- The sixth would pay $3
- The seventh would pay $7
- The eighth would pay $12
- The ninth would pay $18
- The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59
So, that’s what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball.
“Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20″.
Drinks for the ten men would now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.
So the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men – the paying customers?
How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his fair share?
They realised that $20 divided by six is $3.33.
But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by a higher percentage the poorer he was, to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using, and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.
- And so the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% saving).
- The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% saving).
- The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% saving).
- The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% saving).
- The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% saving).
- The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% saving).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free.
But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings.
- “I only got a dollar out of the $20 saving,” declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man, “but he got $10!”
- “Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a dollar too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me!”
- “That’s true!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get $10 back, when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!”
- “Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison, “we didn’t get anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor!”
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had their beers without him.
But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and government ministers, is how our tax system works.
The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally get the most benefit from a tax reduction..
Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.
I’ve got a confession. I’m lazy. It’s not a medical condition it’s just laziness.
I’ve got another confession. I’m greedy. I wish that was a medical condition then I’d be able to say I’m the weight I am because of a medical condition.
My final confession is that I decided to do something about it. It’s no use getting all uppity when looking in a mirror, or feeling bloated and uncomfortable in jeans, or being out of breath from tying shoe laces. Who knew you had to invest time in new ways to put sucks on when your stomach gets in the way?, and who knew you had to invest time in new ways to tie shoe laces.
At least I’m still wearing zip up pants and a belt and not trackies or the elasticated waistband things. And I’m not yet at the level of only being able to wear slip-ons, or typing laces once and then trying to get shoes on and off with the pretence that they’re slip-ons, or that they are lace up’s and of course I did the laces up.
So, I invested some money in a pedometer. a flash one from Nike, to go with my flash Nike shoes that I just brought. That’s all it is a pedometer. You put a sensor in your shoe and a wristband on and it guesses the rest. Oh the Shoes were c/- my employer who had a magnificent push-play allowance that lets me indulge my “the older I get the better I was” sports memories.
Having read the user material for the Nike+ SportsBand I have no idea how it guesses how far you’ve gone so I’m going to have to try an work it out somehow, it says it’s accurate around 90% the guy in the shop said 97%. For me give or take 10% should be ok. It’s probably give 10% you want to keep the customer satisfied.
So from 102Kg as I was this morning I’m going to give it a crack to get to something more manageable by christmas. No stupid targets but I think that I should be ok for around 10Kg if I exercise and I eat goodly. I’m going to be happy with a Kilo a month to be honest.
And it’ll be eating better, the same but better. No weird faddish diets based on blood types or what cavemen ate, or just rice, just better at vegetables and fruit eating, essentially the LGI diet – “Less Goes In”
and 102Kg is a lot! and it is just greedy, and it sneaks up on you bit by pit, you eat you plateau and then you eat a bit more and you do nothing and then voila you’re as small as a shed! So I’ve confessed here on the interwebtubes that I’m going to be thinner and happier and healthier and committed. Besides I’ve spent money on it so I have to get something in return.
Oh and it is nearly my birthday, and as I get older I start to fret more that I’m not quite old enough to give up on life. If I have any energy I might update this, or if it’s going badly delete it .
I was all “Woe is me” recently, it’d been about 15 months since the mother died, and coming from a widely dispersed family settling the estate was proving a problem. The first problem was that there wasn’t a will.
The death was sudden and without suffering, and the fact that there was no will shouldn’t be a surprise. If you knew the family you’d know there was no surprise.
So as one of the furthest away from home I’m also the one who makes the most noise. As you do.
Some of the family were so self absorbed as to be able to say “we don’t need the money it’ll work it’s way out”, and this is fine but alas things don’t just happen. I was a bit pointed when I remarked that the fact that although money might not be needed by them, it might be useful to someone else, like an old people’s refuge, or a injured service mans charity, for instance. Bit of a cad really.
I got a rightful serve by the family, who thought I was picking a fight and making an accusation of lazy, or worse. I felt a bit down about it to be honest. All I wanted was to resolve the estate and to let everyone get on with their disparate lives.
We’re not a close family and despite a few attempts we are never going to have a reconciliation or a get together, just ain’t going to happen.
But wait…. since then, younger brother has got his wriggle on, and has sworn an allegiance to the queen or whatever it is you have to do in front of a judge, and has managed to secure a deed of probate which essentially means he is in control. FTW!
So the Letters of Administration will be issued and he will be in a position to make the Bank give up their secrets and allows him the power to withdraw the funds and that, essentially close the estate and divvy up the proceeds.
Except….. #1 sister is playing hard to get. This is the sister who spent a lot of time with the mother, and has made a big effort to make the funeral happen and to tidy up the edges. But at the same time #1 sister made some huge judgment calls about trinkets and trivia that benefitted those close. Don’t get me wrong these might have been the right calls and I’m not disputing or going to question it.
But there is some paperwork and some forms that need to be sent from A to B, and so far that hasn’t happened. Which is a can’t or won’t thing. I’m not saying that there is nefariousness or underhand at play, and I think that whatever is afoot is played out daily with family estates everywhere. nothing new, no new stories.
But what it does mean is that the mothers estate might only be a couple of months away from settled, and then the family can settle down to it’s own life again.
- Unhappy Families – at least you can pick your friends. (pdubyah.com)
- Wills and Estates are not for the deceased, but the family left behind. (sassinannasworld.wordpress.com)
- Avoid these 4 awkward issues when drafting a will (business.financialpost.com)
I looked it up, as I do, on the interwebtubes and they say
A complex blend of four malts combined with a duo of traditional hop varieties. Rich, warm roasted caramel and toffee notes with a lasting finish and smooth mouth feel. For serious lovers of fine ales. ‘Strong, dark and handsome’. 6.5% alcohol by volume.
I love it when they talk it up. Stephen Bier Liked them and that’s all I could find on the interwebtubes, I didn’t really try that hard though, it has a name that’ll pop up all sorts of weirdness, try it you’ll see
Before I even open it I’m worried now that I paid for design over substance, it’s not often you’ll get a small independent doing something a little odd.
It pours nice (technical term) and has a nice head. And it has a pleasing malt taste, with just enough edge to remind you that it’s a beer from the strong end of the shelf. Very nice. And it sits well in the glass after a couple tastes. And (enthusiastic like) it’s not a fizzy beer. You’ll know what I mean if you know what I mean.
It is a beer that deserves to be with food however, but I’m not so sure it’s a match for the prawn curry MrsPdubyah has in mind.
For me then this has then got some substance to back up it’s style, and I’m glad I made a difficult choice today from the beer shelf at the Liquorland on Forrest Hill Rd.
And so onto the arbitrary Pdubyah-o-meter for some arbitrary points. This is a nice beer, with a nice taste and nice color, in a nice bottle with tiny writing that my old man eyes can’t read, and it’s a hit at 8 out of 10 arbitrary things out of 10. So there. Best beer for a while and I’ve had some corkers.
p.s. I lied about the old man eyes, I’ve got perfect fuzzy vision.
p.p.s. Didn’t spill beer on the keyboard again, that’s like 3 in a row now.
And so Religion. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m Atheist. Dead set I am. But I don’t think that it’s something that I have to share in public, or in conversation, nor do I have to justify my position.
My parents raised me Church of England, which in an of itself is a breakaway church, which makes me smile. When I say “raised” I mean sent me to Sunday School. I don’t actually recall attending church on a regular basis at any time. I doubt that we did, despite my sketchy memory of my early childhood. I did R.I. at school, and had parts in the annual nativity at primary school. Fully grounded then in all aspects :0)
What I’m not comfortable with is bagging people of the faith. On a personal level. I’m happy to talk about the irrelevance, the inconsistency and stupidity of religious dogma, but I shy away from confrontation. It’s not that important. But also what I’m uncomfortable with is having a label, even if it’s “atheist”, as if having a label makes it more legitimate for scorn or derision. I feel the same way about my stand on climate change, and my own belief that despite what you think I’m sure in my own way that it’s not man made, and that because I have that belief I don’t enjoy being called a “Denier”, I don’t deny climate change, just that man did it.
I enjoy learning about the aforementioned inconsistencies in religious teaching to reaffirm that I’m not just a bit weird. The more you read, and absorb logical and reasoned argument, the further you get away from a belief in a “supreme being”.
I wish I could pinpoint the day when I realised that I didn’t have to believe in a sky god and that it wasn’t going to end in tears. I know it was a long time ago, and that as I get older, and experience more things, and witness more pain, heartache, illness and death I realise that there in fact can’t be a caring God, and that confirmation bias just does’s cut it.
- I had a better impression of Canadians before I read that tripe (freethoughtblogs.com)
- Atheism is not a Religion (kingmidgetramblings.wordpress.com)
- Why I am an atheist – Anonymous (freethoughtblogs.com)
- My Deconversion Story: Living After Faith (mindi.authormeanders.com)
- What Faith Is… (acommonsea.wordpress.com)
Space, the final frontier. What a wonderful concept, infinity. UFO’s. How romantic are they when you’re 14, 15, 16…. the idea that flashing lights in the sky are visitors, from another planet. Stoked by such films as “The Day the Earth Stood Still“, and “Close Encounters“, TV series such as Gerry Anderson‘s UFO, and Space 1999, and of course Star Trek and Star Wars.
And how can you not believe? How can you possibly not look at the sky and wonder who it can be that there isn’t life on other planets. A long way away planets, a long long way away. But plants, aliens, visitors.
Aliens, ancient aliens, greys, reptoids, blues, blond nordics, chupacabras… you name they’ve been everywhere.
Of course they’ve all been to Earth, why not, we’re significant, we’re rulers of a planet, with resources. They’ve all been here, mostly at night, mostly to prod things up our backside, dismember sheep, implant tracking devices or breed. Of course.
And then one day perhaps not. After you read some books, and thought about it, the question was “How?, followed by “Why?”. Two important questions, two of the very best.
And so the slightly older me smiles when people talk of Alien visitations, visitors, abductions, formations of spacecraft in the sky.
Now I know there are enough wonders in the back yard to keep me occupied, without having to have a feeling that there is something out there.
And I think this goes hand in hand with my Atheism. Sort of. Except that there must be other planets, and there must be life somewhere else. It’s an infinite universe with infinite suns,sort of. Infinite in the sense that there must be an edge somewhere, a long long way away and I can’t quite grasp the distance to Alpha Centauri for instance, and so the other side of the universe must be a long way away, infinitely far.
And whilst it’s understandable that some people think that Aliens must walk amongst us, there are people that think there is an imaginary sky god. They’re not so different. That they both are in out imagination is all they have in common.
So I’ve changed, we are alone, all alone, at least on this planet, and possibly alien me thinks the same thing.
My love of science fiction films is in no way diminished by my beliefs, it’s in fact the opposite.
- Space: 1999 Reboot Threatened (mikecanex.wordpress.com)
- Aliens & UFOs – Welcome to Planet Earth (disclose.tv)
- Saturn Is a Giant Ufo! (weeklyworldnews.com)
- U.f.o (urbanhype101.wordpress.com)
- Our Close Encounters: Meet the Alien Abductees – and the Pictures They Drew to Prove they weren’t Imagining It all… (the2012scenario.com)
- That’s one small tweet for a man, one giant tweet for mankind (suicidalsuburbanite.wordpress.com)
- Your Spouse May Be an Alien! (weeklyworldnews.com)
It’s clear from some of the conversations that I have with my children that as I get older my attitudes to many things have changed.
Not everything, because that would be weird, but a lot of things. I’m more tolerant of things like gay marriage, and that’s not to say that I was ever against it, but having been married for 24 years I’m prepared to concede that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and that if you want to get married go for it.
The gay “fear” is no longer a subtext in anything. If you review the 70′s and 80′s TV you’ll find all sorts of caricature characters that frankly belittled gay men, mostly, can’t think of a sit-com that has a lesbian woman in it offhand.
Many of my generation were fed a fear diet of how bad, camp and effete gay men are, and that given the chance they’d man-rape you in a blink of an eye. True. Unless I’m over-reacting or making memories up. That sometimes happens. But not in this case.
So get married if you want. Like all marriages it’s a hard work full time job, not a romantic interlude on a Saturday afternoon of fluffy dresses and cheap champagne. I doubt that given enough of a statistical pool that any one marriage of any kind is any different from another kind of marriage.
And on reflection all this made we appear to be mildly homophobic, got to work a bit harder on that, and I think you might confuse my liberal attitude to my personal phobia and fear. Not the same.
p.s. MrsPdubyah if you’re reading this I didn’t mean it about not being all it’s cracked up to be.
p.p.s. Just because Barack came out and said pretty much the same does not make this a BroWaggon post.
Tonight a bit off the beaten track is a bit of TWO CAPTAINS Double IPA
500mls and 8,5% ALC/VOL
They say “Jan Halvor Fjeld, winner of the Norwegian home brewing championships 2010 brewed his champion Imperial IPA at Nøgne Ø. We at Nøgne Ø are of course proud to be with him in making this happen”.