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Curiosity might kill the chicken—but indecision will annoy the hell out of her.

Garden hose laying on the grass on a hot, hot Summer afternoon.
Can you taste the water? It’s warmth?
Can you smell the hose?

As many other people have said, No, there are no out of pocket expenses whilst you are being treated.

There is a small sidebar here: My wife is bedridden with a whole slew of conditions. The local government (County Council), which is NOT the NHS, offered us carers (very basic nursing), a team of 2 who would come in 4 times per day, to help with her care, such as washing her, changing pads, changing bedding etc. We took them up on their offer, but during the height of the COVID pandemic we chose to stop them and I took over the role.

I can’t remember the exact figures, but I think it was that if we had less than £16,000 in savings then all services were free; If we had between £16,000 and 20,000 we would pay a partial rate and if we had more than 20k we would have paid full cost. We paid for some time, but as our funds were depleted we got the rest free.

As I am now my wife’s full time and only carer, the County Council have given me a personal assistant, for 3 hours per week, which I can use for any purpose I need. I choose when they work and I can “bank” hours if I’d like them to stay for a longer time – they will do housework if I need, or shopping or if I need to be out for a considerable time, they will stay with my wife make her drinks and food and keep her company. This is paid for by the council not by me.

The difference is, as I said, carers were supplied by the County Council, not the NHS. If my wife’s conditions had required regular medical attention from the NHS, there would have been no cost at any point.

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Japan Just Sent a MAJOR Warning to The Global Economy

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WARNING: Might be too graphic reading for some – real name and real location is withheld, the lawsuit is still ongoing. The Patient is deceased.

Shelley, was born a normal bouncy baby, then when her family had to travel to another country (Mars), apparently the water system wasn’t to its fullest, and Shelley was constantly getting sick. Since the move was temporary. Shelley and her family returned back to this country of Earth.

Shelley was just a little over one years old, and suddenly she lapsed into a “strange behavior” which she then went all the way up to a top tier Neurology Hospital, a Level 5 (RUSH ← Real Name). She was diagnosed as having Rett’s. Then another Doctor came in and said “she didn’t have Rett’s, she has Lennox-Gastaut (syndrome – aka LGS).”

Over the years they learned she wasn’t a LGS, and the frequent VEEG (Video Electroencephalogram) was revealing. Then the top tier Neuro-Surgeon came to evaluate this young girl (she was now 22 years of age – on Disability and her parents paid for her small apartment, she had a trained dog (known as Seizure Response Dog or “Epileptic Dog” (not a good name for it).

The Surgeon found the issue, and speaking with her (22 years old) along with her family, about going into a “Test” surgery. As Sarah really wanted to stop seizing so much, her quality of life wasn’t very good. They decided to go for it.

Almost “instantly” it worked – she was about 75% better but still had problems, the Surgeon stated “I cannot go to that troubled area because it was just far too risky.” However, he stressed that she was 75% better and as much as he wanted to assure her “she will never be 100% normal.”

Then the VNS came to being, at this time, Shelly a married woman, had 2 children who were completely normal (even though the Doctors advised her not to get pregnant as they didn’t know if her situation was a Mitochondrial / Genetic issue) – were grown and married with healthy children.

Her husband retired and they were temporarily renting in the area, to find a retirement home, to get away from the harsh cold winters.

Shelley was in the process of having her records transferred to this local Hospital that was going up to Level 4 (not a Level 5). The Hospital had her to see a young Epileptologist (a doctor that specializes in Epilepsy); and after three consultations, that young Epileptologist told her she needed to see a Psychiatrist and she didn’t have Epilepsy, she had PNES (Psychogenic Nonepileptic Seizure, a condition where seizure-like episodes are caused by psychological distress, not abnormal brain activity, and are often misdiagnosed as epilepsy) and didn’t believe both of them that she was a long term patient of Rush (Level 5 Neurology) and then immediately discontinued her medications! (She was on it, long term, and would be on it for the rest of her life.)

The husband blew up at the Doctor and the Doctor then banished them. A few days later, Shelley lapsed into multiple Tonic Clonic seizures (aka Grand Mal) and the Paramedics were going to take her to that hospital but found out “she was banned” so they had to air-flight her to a Level 5 in another area nearby!

She did not make it, the removal of her medications by a low-ranking Epileptologist who deemed himself “exalted one” caused the death of his wife. The Epileptologist was bought for questioning, and he rambled on and on about this patient, claimed that she was treated, had surgery, and all, at the famous Rush Hospital.

The Board did proceed to contact Rush Hospital, and they confirmed, she was a long time patient, had endured two brain surgeries, and per the record, it shows they were in the process of moving to that State to retire, and both had indicated they would alert the hospital for the record transfers.

The Board then asked that Level 4 hospital, why they didn’t ask for the records. The personnel said “We did sir, but the Doctor didn’t sign it and he said that they didn’t need it. He knew when a patient was lying and faking it.”

Because of that → That Epileptologist is no longer a level 4/5 Doctor, he’s been lowered to the lowest of all lows in Neurology – “basic” – which means he can no longer go to the high level and he would be required to send the patient to the specialist in that level; he can no longer prescribe specific drugs. (Today, at this time, I’ve learned that Doctor is out of the Hospital system personnel altogether, he’s independent and IS NOT doing well at all – it’s only a matter of time before he’s out of employment, He’s got a very tarnished image and reputation and has been rocking the boat, it’s only a matter of time before he’s completely shipwrecked.)

Her husband had filed a lawsuit – it’s still ongoing, even though his wife had passed away 6 years ago.

Old Bay Crab Cakes

If you like Maryland crab cakes, you will love this classic Old Bay Crab Cakes recipe featuring fresh lump crabmeat that is sensationally seasoned with Old Bay Seasoning.

Old Bay Crab Cakes recipe

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

  • 2 slices white bread, crusts removed and crumbled
  • 2 tablespoons mayonnaise
  • 2 teaspoons Old Bay® Seasoning or Old Bay® 30% Less Sodium Seasoning
  • 2 teaspoons McCormick® Parsley Flakes
  • 1/2 teaspoon prepared yellow mustard
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 pound lump crabmeat

Instructions

  1. Mix bread, mayonnaise, Old Bay, parsley, mustard and egg in a large bowl until well blended.
  2. Gently stir in crabmeat. Shape into 4 patties.
  3. Broil for 10 minutes without turning or fry until golden brown on both sides.
  4. Sprinkle with additional Old Bay, if desired.

Let me tell you a little story about my mother in-law.

She was born in St. Louis Missouri which makes her an American citizen. She’s a super sweet lady who I’m happy to call my mother in-law. She was an elementary school teacher for many years, the hours sucked and so did the pay but she loved the kids, and it was her passion to teach. She was that teacher who gave out snacks, cookies, and candy to her student during movie days. Prior to the ACAs passage she was denied medical care by the health insurance company for a very serious issue because of a bullshit reason.

She started feeling a lot of pain, and it was agony to hear her tell it which I don’t doubt since she’s not a drama queen, during Christmas break one year and went to see her GP. After an MRI her GP sent her straight to the nearest hospital via ambulance for emergency surgery. She’d developed an Aortic Abdominal Aneurysm. This is a very serious and potentially life threatening condition where there’s a bulge in the aorta and it must be taken care of immediately or it’s going to from bad to worse. Because it was an emergency situation the doctors didn’t do any pre-authorization from her insurance company and just took care of it. They then tried to bill her insurance which was immediately denied. The reason why they denied it was that she was sent to the nearest hospital, which was out of network, rather than the in network hospital across town which would’ve taken a lot longer to get to and possibly killed her if the AAA had ruptured during transportation. The bill was astronomical, almost a million dollars for everything all together, and she was on her own paying for it on a $34,000 a year salary.

She got very lucky in the long run however. Her union representative told her about an arbitration clause in the insurance paperwork and she decided to take advantage of it. The arbiter found in her favor, which is a rarity because most arbiters back the insurance company over the patient in these cases, because she didn’t make the choices of where to go and the absolute need for it to be taken care of immediately based on the evidence her GP and surgeon presented.

If she hadn’t gotten the surgery she’d never have met her husband, had her daughter, or become my mother in-law. I’m grateful she did because I really couldn’t imagine life without her and her daughter.

In a universal healthcare system this bullshit wouldn’t happen because there’s no network to speak of. It’s just doctors and patients who need care. There’s no bullshit paperwork for different companies billing for different things. That’s one of the biggest things that irks me about people like you who want to keep healthcare as a private industry rather than a universal right. You believe that capitalism is the answer to a problem of its own creation. It’s not. It just makes life more difficult for everyone and has cost people their lives because of the expense. I know of no one in a universal healthcare covered nation that would ever want the American system. They don’t want their care rationed and denied like insurance companies do. If America is the leader of the free world than maybe, just maybe, we should accept that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

Andrew Parrock

I remember when there were lots of people. So many people, beyond your imaginings my darling little one. Streets crammed with people. People getting in each other’s way, pushing and shoving just to get where they wanted to go. People losing their temper, lashing out, arguing, fighting even. You couldn’t ever get away from their stink. And the noise! A constant battering as they shouted to be heard over everyone else. No, little one, you wouldn’t believe how so many people could live crammed so tightly together and not go mad. Some actually did go mad, but that’s a story for another time.Here, come and sit, eat your dinner and I’ll tell you more about that time. Comfortable? Good, now eat your vegetable. The people in those days ate, such huge amounts, but then they had huge appetites to match. Food was everywhere; so many shops selling all kinds of food from all over the world, things you’ve never even seen, let alone tasted. The constant adverts on the TV (I’ll tell you about that, but that will also have to be some other time), you could not get away from it. So they ate, and they ate. Then they ate some more. Little one, four of you would not have made one of them – but don’t let that put you off your dinner. Please do try one bite, it’s your favourite.As I was saying, they ate and they ate and they got bigger and bigger and bigger. As they got older, they continued to get bigger. Some got so large they could not walk. Could not even get out of their bed. They were trapped inside their home. It was so sad. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how much they wanted to stop, they could not –  no, dearest one, it is safe for you to take another bite. Go on, you know you like it. You are not like them. There, that was easy wasn’t it! You are so good, let me give you a hug, I’m so proud of you, I know how difficult that was. Could you manage another bite? Yes? Well done! Now, what was your question? What happened to them when they kept on eating? A good question, little one. It is not a happy story, no happy ending like in Snow White. I’m sad to say that they could not stop no matter how hard they tried, it was just too easy to get the food which was all around them, in magazines and on the TV. The trouble was, it was the wrong kind of food. I don’t know how that could be, but it was. The more they ate, the more they wanted and the bigger they got. The got so big they just died….No, little one, you won’t die if you have another bite. Just the opposite really. You, my dearest darling, must eat, so here, try another bite. What’s that? You’re not hungry? But it’s your favourite. Maybe a little rest and you can try again…what’s that? You want to know what happened next?Well….OK. I’ll tell you some more but only if you promise to take a few more bites. That’s a promise? You are so good. OK. Well, things got so bad, more and more were eating and eating, more and more were getting ill and dying. Then one day some clever person found an answer. What was it? Another bite and I’ll tell you. Well done! That’s very good indeed. Well, this clever person invented a pill. They gave it to the people who could not stop eating and, as if by magic, ta-da!!! They stopped eating. They started to get thinner, were able to get out of their beds, walk out of their homes. They had been freed by this clever inventor! How did it work? I don’t really know. I think it stopped them wanting to eat. What’s that little one? A bit like you, you say? Hmmmm….you are very clever. A lot like you, I think. There, can you manage another bite? I don’t want you to fade away like… like…I’m not crying little one, no, just something in my eyes dearest, nothing to worry about. Fade away like what? Did I say that? I can see that there’s no fooling you. Perhaps I am crying. Just give me a moment to blow my nose and dry my eyes.There, that’s better. I don’t want you to fade away like they did. After they’d taken the pill. You see, once they’d taken it, they stopped eating. At first people thought it was a good thing, and it was. They got thinner. And thinner. And thinner. They got so thin they got weaker and weaker. They could not walk. Could not get out of bed…Yes, you’ve got it, you understand. You are so clever. The streets started to empty. The noise died, the stink went away. It was quite nice at first. Space to walk in a straight line, quiet to think. Yes, my dearest little one. At first it was good. No-one saw it for what it really was.What’s that? Why am I crying again dearest? It’s just that you are so thin. My little one. If you don’t eat you’ll end up like the ones who could not stop eating. Then you’ll fade away, and we would not want that to happen would we? No, that’s right, we wouldn’t. Why am I crying again little one? It’s because you are so thin and getting thinner. You see, the stuff in the pill, that took away the people’s appetite, well it took away a lot more. Then it got into the water, oh, I don’t know how, but it did. And everyone started to fade away.I had to do something, so I grew this vegetable for you with water from the rain, so you won’t lose your appetite for life, like all those other people did. So have another bite dearest, please.Please have another bite.

Mandarin Chinese is the most frequently spoken Chinese language or dialect with more than 900 million native speakers.

The Chinese characters are more or less the same all over China, apart from the fact that there are traditional and simplified characters and that Cantonese or Hokkein for example have some characters of their own.

There are more than 100,000 or even 200,000 Chinese characters, all variants and defunct included. For reading newspapers you need to know up to 3,000 in Mainland China and 5,200 in Taiwan and HK. For reading high literature, classical Chinese and and scientific texts you may need to know a little bit more, passively.

Some Chinese Unicode fonts have more than 22,000 characters traditional and simplified Chinese included and still won’t meet all your needs, when it comes to very rare characters such as Biang the fantasy character of a Chinese noodle vendor 𰻞 (trad.) or 𰻝 (simpl.), or zhé

a character with 4 traditional long dragons 龍 (lóng), each with 16 strokes, meaning talkative or so.

Huge Structures Discovered Under Pyramids?

WOW!

Big News.

On March 15, 2025 a group of researchers revealed some crazy news: using a new type of radar imaging technology, they claimed to have discovered new “internal artificial structures” beneath Egypt’s three Great Pyramids in Giza.

The structures supposedly included eight cylinders surrounded by constructs resembling spiral staircases.

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Does their radar imaging tech actually work? And if so, are those “structures” real? Let’s find out. 

Paper: https://www.mdpi.com/2072-4292/14/20/…

I have lived under both universal health care and the US approach, although perhaps I was spoiled, as I lived under the system that the WHO once rated as the absolute best in the world. (The US is 37th, by the way.)

I can show from my paystubs in both countries that the extra “taxes” [sic — in the country where I lived, health insurance was paid through an itemized deduction from my salary plus a contribution from my employer, just like it is done in the US] are less than the additional cost of healthcare premiums in the US at comparable income levels, and that doesn’t even begin to account for copays and deductibles.

I don’t know what inconveniences the OP is referring to, as we didn’t experience any when we lived overseas. We never had to check an insurance company website before seeking treatment as we have to do in the US. We never had to convince a faceless insurance company bureaucrat of the medical necessity of a doctor visit, test, prescription, or procedure, as we have had to do in the US. We never experienced any waiting times for any of the above as we have had in the US. We never had to spend countless hours on the phone with billing services and insurance claims departments attempting to get payment straightened out for medical actions that were approved as we have had to do in the US. And you can be sure that if there were any such inconveniences in the country where I lived, it would have been public knowledge.

Now there is an unexpected and counterintuitive side effect of having such good healthcare, and that it that people live much longer in good health than they used to (and fully 4 years longer than in the US according to the latest data), which means that the healthcare system is now being stretched by demographic pressures. But that’s kind of a nice problem to have if you think about it with any empathy at all.

So yes, it is absolutely worth it.

Some MM AI generations

Developing and playing around with the AI systems…

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I’m a software engineer and I used to work in the game industry: I always lose my job suddenly. Nearly every game studio I worked for ending up laying me off. Suddenly.

I only got advance notice and severance at two. I’ll skip those.

Almost every studio was facing hard times: their games bombed, they didn’t get any new contracts, or the parent company just up and decided not to make games anymore. So they usually gathered us in a conference room and said, “We have to let you go. Immediately. Sorry.”

Usually everyone else at the company got let go too. I wasn’t singled out; the whole studio was shutting down. So without warning, I lost my job and got absolutely zero severance. Neither did anyone else, except maybe the owners. Jerks.

These guys almost laid me off. They would have soon if I had stuck around much longer. (image credit)

How did we survive?

Well, I was married with two kids, but we were a single-income household. My wife loved working, but thought being a stay-at-home mom was more important. So of course I immediately started looking for new gigs immediately. Earnestly. It was like having a tedious, terrifying, fulltime job.

  • I got unemployment. It wasn’t much, especially since we had to pay for COBRA.* But it was better than nothing.
  • We racked up a lot of credit card debt. We had several credit cards, and we used those to get by while I looked for work.
  • We used what little savings we had. And it was little. We were a single-income household, so usually my paycheck was spent as soon as we got it.
  • We asked for leniency from one lender. They granted it. Nice lender.

Eventually I always got another gig, though once it took six months.

It took several years to finally pay off our credit cards, but they’ve been paid off for over a decade now. And I don’t work in the game industry anymore either.

Sir Whiskerton and the Schrödinger’s Catnip Conundrum: A Tale of Quantum Chickens and Existential Annoyance

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so philosophically perplexing that even the scarecrow would scratch his straw head in confusion. Today’s story is one of stolen boxes, theoretical poultry, and the eternal truth that some questions are better left unopened.

So grab your thinking cap (or at least a box you’re pretty sure doesn’t contain a chicken), and let us dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Schrödinger’s Catnip Conundrum: A Tale of Quantum Chickens and Existential Annoyance.


Act 1: The Heist That Raised Too Many Questions

It all began when Catnip the Stray Cat, ever the conniving opportunist, stumbled upon a mysterious wooden box outside the farmer’s shed.

  • “Oho,” Catnip purred, twirling his villainous whiskers. “This looks suspiciously like something I should steal.”
  • “Steal!” Ditto echoed, already drafting his alibi.

The box, you see, had two very important qualities:

  1. It was lightly vibrating.
  2. It had air holes (which Catnip immediately covered with duct tape because “suspense is better with stakes”).

Unbeknownst to him, Doris the Hen had been napping inside it earlier.

Or had she?

And thus, the greatest philosophical crisis in farm history began.


Act 2: The Box of Infinite Possibilities (And One Very Pissed-Off Hen)

Word spread fast that Catnip was in possession of a quantum chicken situation.

  • “Until someone opens that box,” Sir Whiskerton declared, “Doris is both alive and dead. And knowing Doris, she’s both furious about it.”
  • “Furious!” Ditto agreed, already writing Doris’s obituary (and her comeback tour dates).

The farm animals reacted accordingly:

Farm Reactions to the Paradox:

  • Harriet the Hen: “This is exactly like that time with the fox! Except more… mathy!”
  • Ferdinand the Duck: Attempted to sing “My Heart Will Go On” to the box (was booed into the pond).
  • The Farmer: Started talking to the box like a new scarecrow (“You’re much better at listening than Bartholomew.”)
  • Porkchop the Pig: Offered to “sit on the box to collapse the probability wave” (was vetoed).

Meanwhile, inside the box (maybe):

  • “LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME I WILL END YOU, CATNIP!”
  • “See?” Sir Whiskerton said. “Alive and dead and threatening homicide. Schrödinger wishes his cat was this dramatic.”

Act 3: The Unboxing Nobody Wanted

After three hours of existential debate, the animals turned to Sir Whiskerton to resolve the paradox.

  • “Just open the box!” Harriet begged.
  • “No,” Sir Whiskerton said. “I’m not cleaning up that paradox. Or Doris’s wrath.”

It was Ratso the Rat who brokered the solution:

  • “We’ll sell tickets to the unboxing,” he rasped. “Fifty-fifty split with the chicken. If she’s alive.”
  • “Alive!” Ditto chirped, already manning the concession stand.

With the entire farm gathered (and Buckley the Goat selling “I Survived Quantum Chicken” merch), Catnip—grudgingly—lifted the lid.

Doris exploded out like a feathery supernova.

  • “I HATE QUANTUM PHYSICS!” she shrieked.
  • “Physics!” Ditto agreed, now wearing a tiny lab coat.

The revelation? She’d been alive the whole time (and had, in fact, finished a crossword puzzle while waiting).

Catnip, ever the opportunist, shrugged.

  • “Well that was anticlimactic,” he muttered, already eyeing the farmer’s new mystery box (which, for the record, was just full of turnips).

Moral of the Story

Curiosity might kill the chicken—but indecision will annoy the hell out of her.

Also, never trust a box with air holes.


Best Lines

  • “I’m not cleaning up that paradox.” — Sir Whiskerton, quantum chicken janitor
  • “You’re much better at listening than Bartholomew.” — The Farmer, to a box
  • “I HATE QUANTUM PHYSICS!” — Doris, theoretical poultry

Post-Credit Scene

Catnip steals Schrödinger’s actual box. Inside is a note: “Get a real hobby. -S. Schrödinger”

Starring

  • Sir Whiskerton as The Cat Who Noped Out of Quantum Mechanics
  • Catnip as The Feline Who Played God (Poorly)
  • Doris as “I Did Not Consent to Existential Horror”
  • The Box as Best Supporting Actor

P.S. If life gives you a paradox, just walk away.

The End.

(Word count: 3,228 – because uncertainty takes time.)

My wife recently returned to the U.K. from Taiwan where she picked up a bug. By the time she got home she was very I’ll so I took her to the A&E. because of the urgency of her case she was rushed to intensive care and stayed there for a week before being moved onto a ward. During her time on IC she had blood tests three times a day. They found out that she had a serious kidney infection. She was put on an antibiotic drip as well as vitamin drops.

Once she was moved to a ward tje bloods were done daily but she still had the drips.

Total cost of this was one box of chocolates for the wonderful nurses.

Jealous? Let me think about that.

Hi, Barbara Stary. Thanks for the interesting question.

Anyone who follows me on Quora knows that I don’t eat cheese—or other dairy products—so this means I don’t eat pizza. I guess I would be okay with eating a cheese-less pizza, but I haven’t come across those yet.

But I work in a game development company. The kind where almost everyone comes to work in casual clothing, like in jeans and hoodies and sneakers, even sweat pants, and unlike me, most of my colleagues eat cheese. Not all of them are in love with cheese, but unlike me, those who aren’t exactly cheese lovers have no issues with eating the occasional pizza. While I don’t think pizza ranks in the top 5, I would say that it might be somewhere in the Top 10 when it comes to what we might order for our fortnightnightly/monthly/quarterly in-office team dinners or if we go out as a group for dinner after work.

If it’s dinner at the office, no worries, my HR colleague will always ensure there’s a dinner option that’s not cheese (usually one of the various Chinese cuisines). But if we go out for dinner after work, it’s more impromptu, and the size and composition of the group can differ. On the rare occasion that they’ve decided to head to a pizza place, sometimes I’ll tag along as well, as those pizza places often have some other non-pizza, non-cheese, dish that I can order.

I’m not sure what you mean by “pizza pie”, though. From my handful of years Stateside, I came to learn about Chicago deep-dish pizza, which is pizza with a higher edge, like a couple of centimeters more, which makes it even thicker, with more stuffing and loads more cheese. Is that what “pizza pie” refers to?

I mean, there’s Pizza Hut in China, and the last time I read a report, it mentioned there being nearly 3,500 Pizza Hut restaurants in the country. So, that’s a lot of pizza right there.

But if you’re wondering whether there’s something similar to a Chicago deep-dish pizza, there’s a place here in Chengdu that serves them.

The store is called Mmunch, 漫起·厚披萨 (màn qǐ·hòu pīsà) [Munchy Thick Pizza] located in 太古里 (tàigǔ lǐ) [Taikoo Li].

I believe this is the ONLY pizza place in Chengdu that serves deep-dish pizza.

The thickness of their deep-dish pizza is said to be 4 cm.
And on their menu, they state that each deep-dish pizza is meant for 2–3 people.


This is their Hot Pot Deep-Dish Pizza (spicy):


This is their Durian Deep-Dish Pizza:


This is their Chicago Grand Slam Deep-Dish Pizza:


This is the exterior of the restaurant:


Conclusion:

There are many other pizza places as well, but like I said above, if you’re looking specifically for deep-dish pizza, this is probably the only place in Chengdu that serves it.

Hope this answer helps with your question, Barbara Stary!
Have a lovely, productive week ahead ^^ !

DeepSeek exposes a fundamental advantage of China’s system: their whole economy is open source

I’m in my mid 50s. I was born with hip dysplasia. I’m deaf. My eyesight is nothing to write home about. After a lifetime of running, pounding the pavements for hours every day, I have arthritis in my hands, shoulders, hips and knees. I’ve given birth 5 times. I’ve had various surgeries for things like tumour removal, appendicitis and resetting bones. I’ve had blood clots, stomach ulcers and a horrible condition called “erosive duodenitis”.

Through all these treatments, and probably a whole load more that I have forgotten or am too embarrassed to share here, I HAVE NOT PAID A SINGLE PENNY FOR HEALTHCARE.

I have state of the art Bluetooth hearing aids. I have specs which have some kind of fancy high-faluting lenses to deal with my cataracts. I receive my prescription medication free of charge (delivered to my door). There are 3 A&E departments within 15 minutes drive of my front door – in an emergency I get myself there and the NHS does the rest.

People complain about the NHS, and there’s no doubt that it needs to receive increased funding from the government, but it is the jewel in the crown. The NHS is the pride of our nation. They keep us going. The staff are bloody marvellous. I wouldn’t switch to a US style privatised healthcare system for all the tea in China.

A Lifetime of Questions

Written in response to: Write a story in which someone time-travels 25 years or more into the past.

Natalie Wills

At the click of a button, Luca found himself in an empty lecture hall at the top of the staircase. He stared at the device in his hand, wondering where exactly it had taken him, and more importantly, when. At least a dozen rows of seats and crescent-shaped tables surrounded him. Each row had fewer seats approaching the stage where a large chalkboard spanned the front wall.And then he saw her. Off to the side, there she stood behind a podium, rifling through sheets of paper. At least he thought it was her. The distance between them made it hard to tell. He moved closer just to be sure, practically floating down the stairs with his eyes locked on her.His tread must’ve been incredibly quiet because the moment he entered her field of vision, she lightly jumped.“Oh!” She looked up at him with a startled expression that quickly neutralised. “I didn’t realise anyone was still here,” she said.It was her, there was no doubt in his mind. She looked exactly like she did in the photos, prettier even. Behind her thinly framed glasses were piercing dark eyes. Her smooth black hair curled behind her ears and down the collar of her blouse. He could barely believe his eyes.“Did you have questions about the lesson?”He suddenly remembered he wasn’t just looking at a picture, but engaging in a real life conversation. He failed to respond, but the raising of her eyebrows made him realise he’d already responded with the look of confusion he’d made.“Were you not in my class?” she asked as she fixed a binder clip onto the stack of papers in her hand.He shook his head timidly, closing his mouth realising it had been slightly agape the entire time.“Oh!” she said again, but in a eureka sort of fashion. “You must be the student assistant Professor Hart spoke about.”He was milliseconds from shaking his head again, but stopped himself to reevaluate. Luca wondered if he took the honest route and told her who he really was, if she’d be startled and leave. He couldn’t let that happen, let his one chance slip away so easily. He only had a couple of hours here and he wasn’t going to let any time go to waste.“Yes.”She grabbed the book bag sitting on the chair next to her and slung it over her shoulder. With her stack of papers in one arm, she made her way around the podium and extended a hand to Luca.“Emily,” she grinned.“Luca.” He returned the same smile.As they shook hands, he caught a glimpse of the top righthand corner of one of the sheets of paper in her arm. January 17, 2000, it read. Realising just how far from home he was, he wished so much that he could pull her into a hug and stay there until he had to leave. He fought that urge as he let go of her hand.

“You’re a bit earlier than I expected,” she glanced at her watch. “I was about to go on my lunch. You can join me if you’d like!”

~

Cool breezes made their way into the quad, but the heat of the sun kept them warm on the bench that they’d settled on.

“So what year are you?” Emily asked as she pulled a plastic-wrapped sandwich out of her book bag and took a bite.

“Third,” he said without a thought. It was the first thing that came to mind.

“For real?” she said with a hand over her mouth full of food. “I thought for sure you were a freshman.”

What was he thinking? Third year? He was barely a legal adult and looked it too.

“I look young for my age,” he replied in a poor attempt to maintain his cover.

She stared at him a bit longer, chewing her food, as though to guess his age, or to wait for him to say. But once she swallowed her chewed bits, she gave up and returned to her sandwich.

“What’s your major?” she asked as she took another bite.

“Quantum mechanics.” Easy answer. That was her major. He assumed the student she was supposed to meet would be working in her field.

“I thought you couldn’t specialize that early.”

Shit. 

“No… what I meant is that I want to study quantum mechanics… later on.”

“So you’re in physics then.”

“…Yeah.”

He fiddled with the device in his jacket pocket, nervously running his fingers around the buttons and grooves hoping she wouldn’t catch onto him. No more questions about me, he thought. He came here to ask her questions after all. He only had about an hour left at most. He wished he could jump right into it, ask her about life, love, purpose and everything in between. But he knew he couldn’t, so he started off small.

“What kind of sandwich is that?”

“Chicken and cream cheese. With jalapeños.”

He lit up. “My dad used to make me those for lunch as a kid.”

“No way! It’s not a very popular sandwich combo,” she said. “My lab friend teases me every time I bring it.”

“My friends too.”

“Do you want one?” She pulled a second chicken and cream cheese plastic-wrapped sandwich out of her book bag. “I have two.”

Everyone told Luca she was generous. He finally got to see it firsthand.

“Sure,” he said as she handed him the sandwich. It tasted exactly how his dad used to make it. It was a staple in their family, but somewhere through the years, they’d forgotten.

“Do you always carry around two lunches?” he asked midway through his lunch.

“The second was for my boyfriend.” She looked out into the distance. “He was supposed to meet for lunch. He emailed me last minute to cancel.”

“Did something come up?”

“Doubt it.”

Her tone was harsh. Like there was more to be said.

“Oh.” Luca sensed he’d maybe crossed a boundary, asked too much. He was a stranger to her after all. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” she replied. “We had a fight about it the other day and things have been kinda rough.”

“What about?” he asked, realising he might’ve sounded too forthright, “…if you don’t mind me asking.”

She was silent for a moment but then all at once, her words left her mouth like they’d itching to escape.

“He wants to get married and settle down and I’m not ready for that. I mean I want to get my PhD and that’s gonna take another couple of years. And I wanna work in my field or teach or I don’t know. I haven’t figured it out yet. I just don’t wanna—“

She caught her breath while he took it all in. He wondered about the boyfriend, if he was who he thought he was.

“Ugh TMI, am I right?” she laughed at herself as she stood up with her book bag.

“I don’t mind,” he said. And he didn’t. He liked hearing her rant and letting her confide in him. She could never say too much.

“Do you have a lab coat?” she asked suddenly. .

“No.”

“Hmm,” she muttered. “That’s fine, I can show you around the lab without one.”

It wasn’t far from where they’d sat. She unlocked the door to reveal a room no different from the labs he’d seen at his high school. Lab benches surrounded the room in a familiar fashion, the only difference being the high tech machines at every corner. She walked him over to the bench with an incredible amount of clutter.

“This is my area,” she said. “Don’t mind the mess.”

Parts and wires and papers were scattered across the space. He recalled all the times his grandmother had complained about his messy room. She’d say he was just like her.

“Maggots must love you,” he joked in his grandmother’s voice.

“What?” she asked, although Luca had trouble figuring out if she hadn’t heard him or if she didn’t like what she heard. He was starting to think the latter, but repeated it anyway. He nervously fiddled with the device in his pocket again as he heard the hesitance in her forced laugh.

“So this is our section,” she waved her hands around to direct his attention to half of the room. “The other side belongs to another physics research group.”

“So what’s our research on?”

She glanced at him sideways. “Time travel.”

Luca knew that, but only after he said it did he realise his alias would’ve probably known that too.

“What’s the theory?”

“Hart didn’t tell you much, did he?”

He shook his head, nervously.

“Our working theory is that our timeline is fixed. This means no amount of backwards time travel can change the future. If someone were to go back in time and return, their presence in the past would have already been accounted for. Make sense?”

He nodded. He’d already understood that to a degree. His dad had relayed a bunch of it to him, as much as he could anyway. He mainly liked hearing her talk. Especially about her passions. Her eyes lit up the more she spoke. She continued about the theory and its details, some of which he had no idea. She showed him her prototype travel device. It was chunky and heavy, about the size of an old television set, though with less screen and more buttons. Her and her team had already figured out a way to go back seconds in time, but hoped to go much further one day.

Then suddenly at the end of her spiel, she glared intensely into his eyes, almost to look for a specific reaction. He responded only with a blank and clueless stare, but grew increasingly uneasy, fiddling with the device some more. Her gaze was piercing, wearing him down with each second. It was as though she could read his thoughts, asking her what was wrong.

“You’re not a student here, are you?”

“Wha—? Why would you say that?”

“You seem to know very little about physics. You answer every question I ask incorrectly. You walk like you’ve never seen this campus before. And not to mention, you’re a third year physics student with no lab coat.”

He didn’t know what to say. Or maybe he did, but didn’t know how to say it.

“What have you been fiddling with in your jacket pocket all afternoon?”

“Nothing.”

She held her hand out like a disappointed parent.

He took it out of his pocket, reading 15 minutes on the countdown before handing it over.

“What is this?” she asked as she examined it. It was just about the size and shape of a calculator but with fewer buttons.

Before he could think to answer, her eyes widened. First at the device, but then at Luca.

“You’re not from here.”

She paused not for an answer, but to connect dots.

“You know me somehow. Your father makes you my chicken and cream cheese. I’ve never heard anyone say the ‘maggot’ phrase, except for my own mother. Who are you?”

With less than fifteen minutes left, he figured there was no use in lying anymore. And her accusations left him with no other choice.

“I’m your son.”

The anger and confusion that had painted her face washed away in an instant, and was replaced with shock. Her eyes left him and danced around the room. He tried to imagine what thoughts were racing through her mind. Maybe every interaction between them was like a puzzle piece in her mind, making up the picture that was this moment. Had she some idea of the truth the whole time? What if the truth wasn’t to her liking?

She then returned her focus to Luca, but with a calm demeanour.

“How many years from now?” she asked.

“25.”

“Incredible.” she said, eyes as bright as the sun. “Who made this?” She held up the device.

“You did.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, as though impressed with herself. “Do you know how?”

“No. By the time I learned how to speak, you weren’t there for me to ask.”

“Oh.”

She sat with the idea of her imminent death. An inescapable fate that was suddenly closer than she’d previously thought. Knowing her, she was probably making calculations in her head, figuring out how many years were left for her.

“My dad said you left it for me,” he tried to change the subject. “Waited till my sixteenth birthday to give it to me so I could come see you.”

The smile she returned was bittersweet, but hopeful.

“What can it do?” she asked.

“It can only be used once to make one round trip,” he said. “There’s a time limit, though. I have a few minutes left before it sends me back.”

She sat down on a stool by her lab bench, and he dragged one over from another bench to join her.

“There’s so much I wanna ask you,” she said. “A lifetime of questions and no time to ask them.”

“I shouldn’t have lied about who I was. Maybe you could have asked me all your questions and I could have asked you mine. But I was worried about scaring you away.”

“You probably would have, with the pressure of having to choose between settling down and realising my passions ,” she chuckled. “It’s nice to know I eventually did both. In my own time.”

“Em!” a young man suddenly came through the doorway. A bright smile grew on Emily’s face as she headed towards him. Luca could feel the heat radiating off of them as they spoke to one another. There was something familiar about them together, about him. The more he stared at him, the more he realised who the man was.

“Who’s this?” the man said in his direction.

“This is Luca,” she replied to him, before turning to speak to Luca. “This is the lab friend I spoke about.”

“No way!” the man said. “My abuelito’s name was Luca.”

His father shook his hand before directing his attention back to Emily.

“You spoke about me?” he asked her.

“Don’t flatter yourself…”

Getting just a glimpse of his parents falling in love was worth the trip alone. He gave them space, retreating back to the stools, but very soon, him and Emily were alone again. He assumed she’d sent him away.

“One minute!” she said, holding up his device.

They sat together, eyes locked on one another. A lifetime of questions ran through his mind, none being able to escape his mouth. He wished time would stand still so he could say everything that ever came or would ever come to mind. He looked his beautiful mother in the eyes wishing he could bring her back with him. No photo could replicate the beam of radiance sitting in front of him. He dreaded the coming days, knowing he’d miss her more than he ever had before.

And then without warning, she reached her arms out and wrapped them around him. He’d never hugged her before, and yet it felt so familiar. Like a repressed memory of the first couple years of his life. Suddenly, he was a baby again, being soothed by the hold of his mother. His mind was at ease, hushed to a silence. Nothing else mattered except this. And they stayed in that hug until he had to leave.

I am always amazed at how completely misinformed questions like this really are.

There’s another answer in this thread I want to build on. Here’s a bit from that:

My wife and I make approximately $100,000 a year between us, half of my wife’s income pays for our health insurance, close to $800 a month on top of our taxes.

That’s a Brit living in the US. Here’s what he doesn’t say:

In the US we not only pay private insurance premiums to unnecessary parasitic middlemen who take billions for themselves and are incentivized by the system to deny care, we ALSO pay taxes for the VA, Medicaid, and Medicare.

That combined amount (premiums + taxes) is 2 to 3 times as much as anyone living in a developed nation pays into their healthcare system. And that’s what we pay before we ever get any actual healthcare, and when we do, deductibles and co-pays kick in. In fact millions in the US avoid getting medical care because they can’t afford those deductibles and co-pays. Which means they pay huge amounts (premiums + taxes) for a system they can’t afford to use.

[Note: in response to a comment below, I edited the penultimate sentence in this paragraph.] Every single developed nation on earth has universal healthcare, except the US. In every single case their systems are both less expensive and more medically effective than the US system, and everyone in them gets either free care free at the point of delivery or a very minor, minimal charge, depending on the system (and it’s nothing like American deductibles). So none of those other countries have medical debt, which in the US is astronomical.

Not one single developed nation on the planet, let alone the UK, supports getting rid of their universal healthcare system, and there is no sentiment anywhere in favor of the US “system.” We can say this because unlike a lot of Americans most people in the developed world actually know all about the US system and what is so deeply wrong with it.

For A normal ship, even a very large one, the anchor chain is usually only around a thousand feet long, or less. A thousand feet of anchor chain weigh a lot more than the anchor at the end of the chain. To properly anchor a ship, it is necessary to lay a length of chain on the sea floor equal to several times the water depth where the ship is.

People usually have the mistaken impression the it is the anchor digging into sea bed that provides most of the holding power that holds the ship in place. That is not usually the case. It is the weight of the chain laying on the sea floor that provides most of the holding power. Anchor holds the end of the chain in place when the chain is being played out or if the ship swings due to tide or wind..

So a ship with a thousand foot anchor chain can;t anchor in water a thousand feet deep. At most it can only anchor in water around 200–300 feet deep. In water 300 feet deep, the ship would play out 1000 feet of chain, and let around 600–700 feet of chain lay on the sea floor to provide the holding power.

So if the particular spot in the middle of the ocean is more than 200 or 300 feet deep, a typical ship can;t anchor there. On average, the middle of the ocean is over 10000 feet deep. So typical ships can’t anchor there.

There are special vessels that needs to hold its place in deep water, not 10,000 feet deep, but maybe up to 1000 or 2000 feet deep. Ships like survey vessels, drilling ships, salvage vessels, etc. some of these specialty vessels do have multiple exceptionally long anchor chains with special anchors designed to be used several anchors at once, to enable them to be held stationary position over water up to a couple of thousand feet deep. But these are become more rare because modern GPS allows ships like that to hold its position using active positioning thrusters.

Orange-Rosemary Glazed Chicken Breasts

Orange-Rosemary Glazed Chicken Breasts recipe

Ingredients

Glaze

  • 1/2 cup orange marmalade
  • 1/2 cup orange juice
  • 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
  • 2 tablespoons chicken stock
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 tablespoon fresh rosemary leaves, minced
  • 1/8 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper

Chicken

  • 4 chicken breast halves, bone in and skin on
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon rosemary leaves, minced
  • 1 tablespoon Italian flat parsley, minced
  • 1 teaspoon grated orange zest
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • 4 fresh rosemary branches

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 425 degrees F.

Glaze

  1. Combine in small saucepan the marmalade, orange juice, vinegar, stock, garlic, rosemary, crushed red pepper flakes, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil over high heat; reduce heat and simmer for 5 minutes.
  2. Remove pan from heat.
  3. Pour 1/4 cup of the sauce into a small bowl and reserve.
  4. Pour remaining sauce into pitcher or serving bowl for passing at the table.
  5. Heat olive oil in large oven-proof skillet over medium-high heat.

Chicken

  1. In a small bowl, combine rosemary leaves, parsley, orange zest, salt and pepper; rub all over chicken breasts.
  2. Place chicken, skin side down, in a skillet and brown, about 4 minutes.
  3. Remove chicken from skillet.
  4. Place rosemary branches in a pan and place chicken breasts, skin-side up, on top of the rosemary branches.
  5. Place in hot oven and roast for 15 to 20 minutes, brushing chicken breasts with 1/4 cup of glaze several times during the last 10 minutes of cooking.

I don’t advertise the fact, but I became penfriends with an elderly gentleman with no family. We wrote every day, he’d phone me on a Saturday, I’d phone him on a Wednesday. We never met but we supported each other through lots of stuff, shared celebrations, sent silly little presents through the post just to make each other giggle.

Then the calls and letters stopped, I couldn’t get hold of him on the phone, and I was contacted by his solicitor to say he’d died, a month after his 80th birthday. They found him dead in his living room, crushed and suffocated by the piles of stuff he’d hoarded over the years. His beloved belongings had killed him, and in his personal effects, he’d written my details as his only next of kin, so I had to arrange his funeral. This was done over the phone in the break while I was doing a course in mental health. I couldn’t make it to his funeral due to distance, but I like to think I gave him a good send off.

Shortly afterwards I received his ashes via courier and had a little private ceremony to remember him while I scattered them in my garden in the wildlife corner and there he rests.

It may not sound like much, but I’m not only proud of arranging the funeral and the sale of his house, but of being somebody who meant so much to a lonely old man for 25 years that he trusted me to help him in death as he had in life.

Let’s see

China exports roughly around 12.50% of its total exports to the US markets

Of this nearly 7.50% consist of finished products owned in full or in part by American companies and brands

Brands like Bosch and many others design their tools in US but have them made in China and then slapped with a label of their own

American companies make upto 80% – 200% markup on these made in China products

So if these exports are restricted, it will cost China jobs and business losses but significantly more loss to the US in terms of hitting small businesses and retail customers and consumption

However US markets have too much reliance on Chinese Goods with 80% of them having NO OTHER SOURCE

  • Pharma APIs for Patent Drugs (86%)
  • Chips (>= 100 nm) (78%)
  • Electronic Circuits (77%)
  • Toys (76%)
  • Low Cost Goods (58%)
  • Consumer Electronics (83% – Made in China, 37% – Chinese Brands)
  • Low cost machinery (49%)
  • Industrial Machinery (61%)
  • Drone parts (88%)
  • Cranes (Small, Industrial) (63%)
  • EV Batteries (48%)
  • Smartphone Accessories (93%)
  • Low Cost Medical Equipment (35%)
  • Industrial Chemicals (72%)
  • Refined Rare Earth Blocks (91%) – Banned/Restricted
  • Aerospace Parts (31%)
  • Airline Parts (41%)
  • Agricultural Machinery Parts for Assembly (64%)
  • Smartphones (71%)
  • Refined Lithium & Graphite (74%)

Basically even Made in US products are assembled with Chinese machinery and Chinese parts

Let’s see the second biggest suppliers for each

  • Pharma APIs for Patent Drugs – Switzerland (8.7%)
  • Chips (>= 100 nm) – Taiwan (13%)
  • Electronic Circuits – Taiwan (14%)
  • Toys – Vietnam (11%)
  • Low Cost Goods – Vietnam (24%)
  • Consumer Electronics – India (10.8%)
  • Low cost machinery – India (18%)
  • Industrial Machinery – Mexico (23%)
  • Drone parts – France (8%)
  • Cranes (Small, Industrial) – Japan (17%)
  • EV Batteries – South Korea (25%)
  • Smartphone Accessories – Vietnam (4%)
  • Low Cost Medical Equipment – Vietnam (30%)
  • Industrial Chemicals – Bangladesh (21%)
  • Refined Rare Earth Blocks – Canada (4%)
  • Aerospace Parts – Canada (22%) [Russian Exports have formally been cut off ]
  • Airline Parts- Germany (21%)
  • Agricultural Machinery Parts for Assembly – Mexico (26%)
  • Smartphones – India (12%)
  • Refined Lithium and Graphite – Canada & Australia (8% each)

Of these many suppliers in Mexico and Vietnam are Chinese

So practically there is NO AREA where any import substitution is possible in the near future or even in the next 10 years if you start investing heavily into manufacturing which nobody will knowing Trump is mercurial as hell and he has only 4 years maximum


Remember Russia?

Russia would have folded completely had it not been for China and it’s limitless Goods and import substitution

China took on all of Europe and US and their entire supply chain and kept the Russian economy ticking very comfortably

How the Americans would handle import substitution is a huge question mark?

Under a Rational Sane President, this would be a HUGE CHALLENGE

Under an 80 year old megalomaniac – it is an Impossibility


China will have temporary pain but US will have a permanent blow which would mark another step to the decline and the end

It has become very difficult to understand what US officials are saying, and whether they mean anything at all.

Of course they have a difficult task, when their boss is all over, going green and red, and flip-flopping.

Bessant’s hope for a major trade deal with Beijing merely repeats what Trump had said on several occasions, that he expected a trade deal with China, and he has good relationship with Xi Jinping. All the talks are one-sided. Meanwhile actions flips and flops without regard to what have been said.

Bessant probably aims to sound clever to his audience by adding, it would require a formular far different from trade and currency deals of the past. So sophisticated with fancy verbiage. Does anyone know what he means? He is speaking in tongue or in fork tongue.

Does China takes what he said seriously? Not on your life. China does not even take Trump seriously. Not sure whether other countries take them seriously. This can come about only when Trump takes himself seriously, stops going green then red, and flip-flops as a matter of habit.

Space Probe Taurus (1965) – FULL MOVIE

Have fun you all!

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