breaking free of the rat race and living intentionally
I sold the Somerset house at last. Moving across counties is tough if you try and do it the chain way. When we moved from Suffolk to Somerset nine years ago I had to borrow some of the money to carry two houses privately. Somerset was kind to me, presenting two opportunities to increase networth, … Continue reading "Somerset farewell, the thrill of the chase and “the only money”"
A pleasant Suffolk walk in the morning turns into an overheated rant as I fight the Governments ID system in an attempt to give them money.
Every age must have its mania, and creating something in the image of the created is right up there in the dreams of humanity. See Frankenstein, a lot of Asimov, the Terminator franchise, it never ends well. AI is our mania, tech bros wanting to live forever and dreaming of creating intelligence. Every age has … Continue reading "Stiffed twice by the AI bubble"
10 years on, how did it all go?
World + Dog seems to have an uneasy relationship with their smartphones. There’s the whole won’t somebody please think of the children angle for starters, but here and here seems to give supporting evidence. Perhaps it’s a Guardian thang. I recently bought an Apple ipad. This has just one job, which is to select music … Continue reading "No Slave to the Smartphone"
In part 4 of his three part series(!) AlCam widens the search to include a defined benefit pension most UK people get, the State Pension. This uses an indexation method defined benefit pensioners can only dream of
progress and road to go. This is Part 3 of a three-part series by regular commenter AlCam about how DB pensions correct for inflation.
This is Part 2 of a three-part series by regular commenter AlCam about how DB pensions correct for inflation. What can I expect to happen?
This is Part 1 of a brand-new three-part series by regular commenter AlCam about how DB pensions correct for inflation. Parts 2 and 3 will follow in due course.
Fifteen years ago a lonely cyclist crossed the heathlands on the way to work, dreaming of freedom, but it all seemed so far away. That cyclist tarried for a while, to listen to this liquid transmission from the barleybird, at journey’s end crossing continents. He launches his song into the sky, hoping to call down … Continue reading "The barley bird comes to Suffolk"