Nonchalant and all that, I waited until the last moment to look up at the welcome interlopers.
“Ibrander,” said a poised, throaty, laughing voice, “won’t you introduce me?”
They stopped in front of the bench, my third cousin Ibrander (who detests Loddi, making me instantly suspicious of his coming over) and a tall, glossy person who was all rich brown hair and expressive mouth and hand gestures. One hand was on Ibrander’s arm but she still managed to be gesturing with it. Her clothes were nothing less than dashing – a wide hat and a one-piece dress suit in cream, its tailored A-line skirt skewing physics by ending in a sway. This was one case where I didn’t have to worry about the polite game that people played of trying to guess-without-guessing whether someone was visiting in-holo only. She was most definitely in person. Continue reading “Conditional Holidays are Always Less Than What They Seem (2/4)”
Loddi Frisket is a black hole of neuroses. His very existence centres on an unstable singularity, which sucks in anxieties, crises, and the most outlandishly negative possibilities. From prior experience I can attest that his event horizon fluctuates around a diameter of approximately 15 metres. Sometimes the emotional debris which gathers on his accretion disk is an accurate enough warning that I can reverse course, and get away before his attention fixes on me. Sometimes it is not enough.
To give you a sense of just what I am dealing with, Loddi once asked me if I would rather lose my heart (and dignity) to a psychopathic baker, or flee the civilized world, giving up everything from clean pillow shams to NutriPills, only to waste away in boondocks replete with SABs and smugglers.
In my humble opinion, the baker of Loddi’s bipolar love was not psychopathic (I still buy rolls there), but merely possessed of poor judgement, seeing as she countenanced his Gothic style of flirting in the first place. Furthermore, it is well known that the Carwallian smugglers (the only smugglers within 50 lightyears to whom Loddi could have possibly been referring) live very well in their off-planet colonies, though the latter are admittedly remote places. Politics may be laissez-faire over in the Esten Economic Zone but they still don’t want blatant crime polluting the fine views and real estate values of the elite.
Continue reading “Conditional Holidays are Always Less than What They Seem (1/4)”
The absurdity of
Paying for therapy
To vent that daily anger
At how much more I have to pay
Unlike the cosine, which has grown tarnished and shriveled with the oxidation of centuries, the Law of Large Numbers (LLN) has kept remarkably well. As I crept through my apartment over the course of the next few days, expecting a black and orange and mud-coloured assault at every step, I recited the Law to myself.
The LLN states that, when one has the results of a large number of trials from a sample that is representative of a given population, the average of said results should be close to the expected value of the population entire. This sample average will tend closer to the population average as more trials are performed. Since the average number of humans killed or injured by klars per Old Earth Lunar Year (OELY) in the past few decades was precisely zero, and this constituted a good number of trials, the LLN would have me believe that I was safe. I should have gone forth boldly, and stopped slouching so much.
But under these circumstances – as close as I thought I would ever get to experiencing the antique ‘horror’ genre, in which I have precisely zero interest – it was difficult to convince myself that klars had not simply been saving the lives of the same number of human as they killed every year, thus ensuring a neutral profile for the species entire. Having an invisible beast with untrimmed, inch-long claws in one’s living quarters has this sort of effect.
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If I could teach
The whole country one thing
It would be:
Don’t let your expenses increase
In tandem with your income.
Well, no, that’s a lie –
I would also say:
Forget government deficits,
Follow debt to GDP.
But who would care
For econ poetry?
127 pages, dozens of hectic emails, millions of observations, 4 Censuses of Population and 1 National Household Survey (NHS) later, and still I could give you the findings of my paper in a few points. Consequently, I somewhat resent this culmination of my degree, which ran to more than twice its recommended length.
In 1986, 36.9% of Canadian women did not have a high school diploma.
By 2011 only 8.9% of Canadian women did not have a high school diploma.
At least there are some interesting insights into how some things in Canada have changed between 1986 and 2011. I examined the individual files of women from these censuses and the NHS, and on their files, the number of children in their census family.
- Among the total sample of women aged 25-50, higher education had a negative effect on the number of children present. This lessened over time.
- Among women aged 35-50, after 1986 higher education had a positive effect on the number of children.
- Lesser-educated women may have children earlier than well-educated women, but completed family sizes are turning out to be very similar.
- Women aged 35-50 show higher mean numbers of children, an indicator of how women are having children later in life. But this is not true of immigrants. Foreign-born women are probably having their children earlier.
- Women’s wages have a clear negative correlation with the number of children.
- If a woman is in a common law union, this has a large negative effect on the average number of children in the family.
From 1986 to 2011, the portion of women with college degrees rose from 27.5% to 38.7%.
I’m going to spend some time on voodoo rituals to gain the goodwill of my unknown grader, who will suddenly receive 127 pages (a good 77 more pages than he/she would have likely anticipated) of unfamiliar tosh which simply works toward articulating those 6 points. And although those points form my Conclusion, I found the little facts in italics to be more interesting than the meat and potatoes of my work. It’s the small things, right?
Between 1986 and 2011 the portion of women with degrees above the Bachelor’s level rose from 3.5% to 10.6%.
I hope this essay chokes on my dust as I fly to Japan.
Should the government or the private sector provide access to healthcare?
I would prefer a mixed system, and this is why:
The question could apply to the provision of health insurance and/or to health services. Let us first assume health insurance.
Without going into the math, there is a line of reasoning as to why unregulated private health insurance would not cover an entire population. Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Right to Health”
Quite curious, the cast
Of a bust upon its stand
An excuse to disembody
And petrify a man
Yet Adam Smith’s gaze
Whenever turned on me
Is just as comforting
As his wig is silly
Photo from Phronesis in the Ethos
© 2012 Elizabeth Cook
“We don’t care how you feel, silly, you look great!”
I don’t know what I said to that, but whatever it was Diba laughed and stepped into the kitchen. She cannot be called a step-grandmother, or anything involving “grandmother”, but she is Diba and she is my grandad’s second wife. She is from Guiana and I have always been jealous of her sense of style.
I did in fact know that I looked all right, but the discomfort from the four new holes in the back of my mouth made how I felt an important matter as well.
I settled back into the couch and the conversation with my grandad, mother, and uncle trundled back to something-or-other. Diba coming and going always resets things. Continue reading “Health Stock?”
When the butterfly flits to my brow
And I see all the sages see
Then I will answer to works in Sigma
To regressing reveries
To the matrices now clearly laid
Floating side by side
Their Identity simply appearing
Their Transpose in my mind
Then Beta damp emerging
As from a fractal lake
And in my sphere of theory
Sages shall not find mistakes.
© 2012, Elizabeth Cook