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Everyone agrees the trains are bad and nobody agrees about why.
Nationalised for forty years and they were not better. Ownership is not the variable.
Depends which line. Some of it is ownership, most of it is that track and trains are run by different people.
Every decision is made on a shorter timescale than the thing it affects. Defer the maintenance, leave before the bill lands.
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If you could only fix one, fix your sleep, not your exercise. Nobody wants to hear it because you cannot post about sleeping.
Nobody prepares you for the phone call where your parent becomes the person who needs looking after. It does not arrive as a diagnosis. It arrives as a series of small things you decide individually not to worry about — a missed bill, the same story twice, a car with a scrape nobody mentions. Each one is fine. You notice the pattern about eight months after it started. What I was not ready for is that there is no moment where anybody tells you it has changed. No appointment, no letter. You simply find yourself doing more of the phoning and more of the deciding, and one day you realise the direction reversed some time ago and nobody said. The practical stuff I could handle. What I could not was that he knew too, and was managing it, and that both of us spent about a year protecting the other from a conversation we were separately already having.
Football has too much football now.
Subtitles on, always. I don't care that it supposedly means my hearing is going — I catch about a third more of what is actually said.
Nobody tells you that recovering from something takes about three times longer than the leaflet says, and that the last third is almost entirely boredom.
Nobody knows their neighbours and everybody says they would like to, which suggests the barrier is not that we do not want to.
Sat down and added up the subscriptions. Seventy one pounds a month, and I could name four of them.
Everybody says they want politicians to admit mistakes and everybody punishes the ones who do, and I include myself in that.
Voting for the least bad option is not cynicism, it is the entire mechanism working as designed, and I have got tired of being told otherwise.
Every company I have joined has a three week onboarding plan and the actual onboarding is one person who has been there six years and answers questions. Nobody has ever written that person into the plan.
Inheritance decides more about how someone's life goes than education does, and we spend all our time arguing about schools because that is the lever we are allowed to touch.
Software has got worse. Everything is a web page in a costume now — slower to open, does less, and it wants an account before it will tell you the time.
Buying a house is the only serious purchase where you bid against a number nobody will show you, and everyone has agreed to find this normal.
UPI is the best thing an Indian government has built in my lifetime and it isn't close. A billion people moving money for free while most of the world still pays a card company three percent to do the same job.
We keep calling it a housing crisis like it's weather.
Nobody has a local team any more, they have a team, and the difference turns out to matter.
I would rather pay for a thing once than be in a relationship with it forever, and almost nothing is sold that way any more.
Am I the only one who finds "quiet luxury" is just expensive clothes for people who got embarrassed about logos?
Group chats replaced forums and we lost the thing where a stranger's answer from four years ago was still there when you needed it.
Science journalism is mostly press releases with the caveats removed, and the caveats were the science.
Won on the science, lost on the sequencing: almost nobody disputes the physics any more, and almost everybody disputes who pays first. Which means another decade spent explaining the greenhouse effect is a decade spent answering a question that stopped being asked.
A pay rise disappears in about four months and nobody warns you. You adjust, the new number becomes normal, and you are back where you started with a bigger flat.
The replication crisis never really ended, we just stopped finding it interesting.
Within fifty years ageing will be treated as a condition rather than a fact, and the argument will move to who can afford the treatment.
Cities keep building cycle lanes that stop. Just end, mid-road, and you are in traffic. What is the point of ninety percent of a cycle lane?
something you reckon. a gripe, a hunch, a hill you will die on. serious or not.
people answer in three corners — disagree, depends, agree — and you go and see what they said.
anyone can join with an email address. it is used to send you a code and nothing else.
what all this does to your head, and what to do about it.