imagin8or

I feel like this could be a good implementation.

"Find out if your crush fancies you, just choose them from your contacts:"

...

"Message 'hey there, I like you' sent"

I have a gut feeling that as physical medicine has advanced faster than neuro or psychiatric medicine, people will live long enough to want to die, and euthanasia (self or pre arranged) will become acceptable, even normal.

I would choose to give my children financial benefits instead of years of late life medicine, even if I could afford to live over 100.

<puts down fork>

Somilarly, the strategy for the Conservative Party in the UK for many years has been to systematically underfund the NHS so that the cracks start to show and they have to fly in with private healthcare or private healthcare insurance provisions. Many party members hate the NHS, but the UK public love it. So they're stuck making claims to support it, but in reality funding per head in real terms falls and falls.

They just have to make it bad enough.

* your Apple Watch

Finally, if all else fails, clamp a microphone to your head

Also, a lot of sites use email where they could (should?) be providing RSS, for updates and news stuff. So to see those in the same place as RSS feeds, either you use a common client for both, or convert one into the other.

Feedbin seems to permit receiving email newsletters as a feed, so that's one of the few making email into RSS, whereas the others all turn RSS into email.

Regarding limited trading: anyone but a retail trader could trade the forward OTC rather than this illiquid thing on the exchange. We can trade our guesses for tomorrow's price (which is really the live current price) as much as we want, and it will just wash out tomorrow.

Regarding length of ownership: so I make a fund which owns an LTSE-listed stock for a longer term, and people trade my fund instead.

Ultimately, neither of those things is much use, nor even necessary. A much stronger driver for long-termism would be to derive the dividend from the last 3 years of profits; since prices are estimates of future value and future dividend, the actual value of those would be smoothed; if any action can only make a small difference to the dividend, there is much less focus on quarterly results.

A formula or at least limits on dividends (no windfalls) would reduce the interest to activist investors who might see a pot of cash and seek to liberate it.

So you make a fund which holds the stock of the listed company long-term, and trade the fund as normal... this doesn't seem robust yet.

Agreed. I suspect that it's more like "The Stock Exchange For LongTerm(TM) Certified Companies", so more like the requirement that exchange-listed companies are at least 70% public.

Presumably that could mean requirements on board memberships, dividend levels, types of employment perhaps? I find it a bit hard to see what stipulations they would have that aren't just good governance.

Tho that is true, it doesn't seem to explain this particular effect. From the article:

"The study found no statistically significant link between the risk of maternal mortality – which is also much higher for black and brown women – and the race of the mother’s doctor."

Well, rather those than famine or war.

It's a very basic version of IRC but for audio, and only for invitees for now.

And it's great for all the reasons IRC is great, but everyone thinks it's all a totally new concept so they're just waiting for it to get its unicorn horn and start pissing cash money.

It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child.

She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin.

Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family. Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed. But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain.

As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination. For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path. But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was.

Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them.

thought Mettler, raising a glass of sub-par Chardonnay that matched her gradual discontent with the world, before replacing it carefully on its coaster so as no to disturb the bear snoozing by the door.