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[chrisbitchtree]

All For You

This is my contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race!

The day Billy’s life changed forever was a Sunday in May. He’d never forget that for the rest of his life. He’d never forget how brightly the sun shone as he packed up his car and drove east, as his father kicked him out, refusing to pay for any more of Billy’s college tuition after finding him in bed with his friend Matt a week after they arrived home for summer vacation.

His was given the option to stay and continue to have his dad pay for his college education, but the conditions were that he move home and live there while finishing out his last two years of school, and that he give up his friends and his “lifestyle” as Neil called it.

Billy refused. He couldn’t live under Neil’s roof again. And suddenly the whole state of California, not just San Francisco, seemed too small, so he got in his car and drove. He hadn’t been aiming for the Midwest, had originally planned on Boston, but that’s where he’d landed, after his car had broken down on the side of the highway just outside of Chicago. Finding he liked the pace of the city more than he thought he would, he decided to stick around for a bit.

He applied anywhere he could, and the first place to call him back for an interview and offer him a job was a catering company. He’d worked as a waiter on and off through his first couple years of college, for extra spending money, so he was confident that he could do the job well.

He made friends easily, people who accepted him for who he was, falling in with a group of fellow servers, Heather and her girlfriend Robin, and their friend Steve, gorgeous, funny, goofy Steve, who could make Billy weak in the knees with one smile, and thoughts of whom filled Billy’s every waking hour, and most of his dreams too. They would work long hours, day after day, serving at all sorts of upscale events, and when they were done their shifts, they’d hit the clubs or bars, or go see a movie, then head to the diner for late night shakes and fries.

When Billy decided to stay long term, applying for and getting a transfer slot at a local university, he had to find a place to live. Heather had been nice enough to offer up her couch for the summer, but that couldn’t be a long term solution, so Billy put out feelers for a potential roommate. It turned out that Steve was looking for one as well, so it worked out perfectly.

It seemed like a match made in heaven. They were the same age, both out on their own with no ties to family, working hard to make a name for themselves in the world. Steve was an especially hard worker, going to school for culinary management by day, and working as a server by night and on weekends. He’d also pick up shifts in the prep kitchen when he could, telling Billy that it was important for him to know how all aspects of a food business worked if he wanted to own his own restaurant or catering business some day.

Billy really admired Steve’s drive, and it only added to his attraction to the other boy. He tried to fight his feelings for Steve, but it was hard when he was so sweet and kind, funny and thoughtful, and looked like he did to boot. He had long legs that seemed to go on forever in his black server’s pants, a lean, toned swimmer’s body, and soft looking, wild brown hair that curled up in some spots and flopped over in others.

Billy wanted nothing more than to kiss Steve’s plush pink lips while running his hands through it. It felt like he and Steve were maybe building to something, but it was always hard to tell. One minute, Steve would be flirty, touching Billy’s arm as they talked, and the next, he’d be moving to the other side of the couch, keeping a safe distance between them.

In the face of this, Billy tried to tamp down his feelings, doing his best to just enjoy his friendship with Steve. They would help each other study, make sure the other ate, they worked and partied together, and it was really starting to feel to Billy like he had a family again, between Steve, Heather, and Robin.

Then, Billy had to go ahead and combine his bad habits of jumping to conclusions and opening his big mouth without thinking about what he was going to say first. He and Steve had both been scheduled to work a massive Christmas party for some regular clients of theirs, the Harringtons. They hired the catering company almost every single Saturday evening, for small dinner parties, and they were Billy’s least favourite events to work, because the Harringtons were so awful.

They were rude to the staff, telling them that they were slow and lazy, and constantly made up stupid white lies, like saying that they’d asked for white win when they were poured a glass of red, even though the servers knew that they’d asked for red, or saying that their steaks were overcooked, even when they were a perfect medium rare. The only thing that kept the catering company coming back was how well the jobs paid, and the generous tips that the Harringtons would give them at the end of each event.

Nobody ever wanted to work a Saturday night, but Billy would be fine with working every single Saturday if it meant he never had to serve those awful people again, so he was deeply frustrated to see his name on the list of servers for their Christmas event. He knew there would be a huge payout for it though, so he decided to just grin and bear it, and hope the night would go by quickly.

Thankfully, it did go by relatively fast, and at the end of the shift, he went looking for Steve, hoping that they could ride back to the warehouse space that the catering company ran out of in the same big white food service van. As he rounded the corner towards the Harrington’s front hall, he heard Steve speaking in hushed tones with a woman. That was weird. The female voice didn’t sound like anyone from work.

Curious, Billy froze in place and listened. “Son,” the woman said. “You know you’re welcome home at anytime. In fact, we hope that you’ll join us for Christmas dinner. You just need to stop that. And in case you need help making your decision, here you go.”

Mom,” Steve replied, his tone stern. “I don’t want this. And I told you and dad that I’m not changing my mind. Take this back. I don’t want it. We’ll see about Christmas.”

“I’ll throw it in the trash if you don’t keep it,” the woman said, before walking away, her heels clacking on the tile floor. She rounded the corner, followed by Steve, who was stuffing an envelope into the pocket of his black pants.

Holy shit. Steve was the Harrington’s son. He wasn’t like Billy at all. He flattened himself against the wall, trying to remain unseen. Thankfully, he did, both Steve and Mrs. Harrington too wrapped up in the argument they’d just been having to pay attention to anything else.

Billy was fuming. All this time, Steve had been acting like he was just a regular guy, trying to scrape by, with no one to care for him, just like Billy, but in reality, he was richer than Billy could ever dream of being, and he had a family, right there in town, that seemed to care about him and want him around, even if they were assholes to almost everyone else. And here, Billy had thought he and Steve would spend Christmas together. Sure, he’d never actually asked, but it seemed to make sense. Where else would either of them go? Billy had already been trying to see if he could fit a small turkey in their apartment sized oven, and Steve was planning on spending the day with his rich family in their mansion!

He tried to act normal on the ride back to work, and on the car ride back home, but by the time they got back to their apartment, he couldn’t hold back anymore. “So, I hear you have big plans for Christmas day, huh? Gonna go over to mommy and daddy’s and let them spoil you? I can’t believe you never told me that the Harringtons were your parents, Steve. You just sat back and let us complain about what assholes they are, and it turns out you’re their fucking spawn! Did you think that was funny, asshole? I hope you enjoy your fancy meal while I sit here all alone eating a frozen dinner and getting drunk off cheap wine.”

Steve, who’d been in the middle of taking off his coat when Billy started his little rant, stood frozen, his eyes wide, his face ashen, his jacket half on and half off. Billy could see the bulging envelope in his pocket. It probably had a giant wad of cash in it.

“Billy, I…” he started, but Billy cut him off, too mad to listen.

“I just don’t understand how you could do this. All the months we’ve known each other, and we’ve lived together for almost four months, struggling to make rent and pay the bills, and you’ve got an endless supply of cash right there. I heard your mom give you the envelope of money. I saw it in your pocket.” He pulled off his coat, throwing it towards the hall closet, and stomped to his room, slamming the door shut.

He hoped that Steve would leave him alone so he could cool off, but no such luck. Not a minute passed before Steve was yanking Billy’s door open. Hands on his hips, he looked like he was about to lay into Billy, so Billy grabbed his headphones, turning on his music and cranking it up loud. He closed his eyes and laid back on his bed, doing his best to ignore Steve.

It worked for a little while, but then Steve was snatching the headphones off his head. “Hey, asshole!” he shouted. “Did you ever think for one fucking second about asking me why exactly I’m struggling to pay for stuff if my parents are loaded?”

Huh, yeah, Billy hadn’t really thought to ask. “Because you’re a massive idiot who doesn’t know how to be happy with what he has?”

“No, dumbass, because, exactly like you, I was kicked out of my house for being queer. But unlike you, I don’t have the benefit of being halfway across the country from my parents. They hire the catering company almost every week, just to keep an eye on me, and remind me of the lifestyle I left behind, and I don’t want to say anything about it to anyone because they bring in good money for the business, and despite my repeated requests for my parents to leave me alone outside of work, they’re constantly trying to bribe me to come back, with the conditions that I take something they choose in school and marry a woman.

But I don’t want that. I want to own a restaurant. I want to make a name for myself. I want to date guys. I actually wanted to date you, you fucking prick. Until tonight, that is. I really liked you, but it turns out you’re just as awful and judgemental as everyone else in my life. I was going to ask you if you wanted to spend Christmas together, and I took the money from my mom so I could afford to buy you a Christmas present, but I really hope that you enjoy that frozen dinner and boxed wine. I’ll talk to Heather and Robin about going there.”

Billy sat speechless as he watched Steve walk out of his room, slamming the door behind him. He was such an idiot. He had to make this better somehow, but he had no clue what the fuck to do. It wouldn’t be enough to just say sorry. His big mouth had pushed them way beyond that. No, he needed to make a grand gesture, something that would really show Steve how much he meant to Billy.

It came to him the next morning as he was hiding out in his bedroom, listening to the sounds of Steve getting ready to go to work, a shift he and Billy thankfully didn’t share. Steve had mentioned that he was going to spend Christmas with Heather and Robin, since Billy had gotten himself ex-communicated.

Robin and Heather, from a small town in Texas, couldn’t afford to go home for the holidays, so they were staying in Chicago. If that was the situation the two of them were in, there were probably others, at work and school, that couldn’t afford to make the trip home, or didn’t have family to spend the time with. Maybe Billy could offer to host a potluck dinner at the apartment, to show Steve that he wasn’t alone, and that he had a lot of people, most especially Billy, who cared about him.

As soon as he heard the front door shut and the key turn in the lock, Billy sprang out of bed and raced to the living room, scooping up the phone, cord stretching across the floor, and dialed Robin and Heather’s number.

He’d been so caught up in how to make this better that he’d never considered that Steve would have already told them what happened. He sat through a full half hour of both women trading the phone back and forth as they took turns berating him for his behaviour the previous evening. He knew he deserved it, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing to hear all the stupid shit he’d done repeated back to him.

When they were done, and he had apologized profusely, promising to never hurt Steve again, he told them his plan. After another round of promises to never intentionally hurt Steve again, they agreed to get him back to his and Billy’s apartment on the evening of the 25th.

When Steve got home that day, he reluctantly listened to Billy’s apology, and just as reluctantly accepted it, telling Billy that he knew he hadn’t meant it, and was just being a hot headed asshole, which Billy deserved, but since they were out of school for the semester now, any time they weren’t working over the next two weeks consisted of Steve mostly avoiding Billy by going right to his room when he got home, or leaving the apartment altogether for long stretches of time.

A small part of Billy hoped that anger wasn’t the only reason that Steve was avoiding Billy, that maybe he still had feelings for Billy too, and just felt awkward about addressing those feelings now. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too high though.

Billy tried to spend that time working on himself, seeking out a therapist who could help him work through his feelings of jealousy and resentment towards anyone who he perceived as having an easier time than him in life, and help him work through his abandonment issues, both things he’d spent way too long shoving down inside himself until they bubbled up to the surface, out of his control.

He also contacted everyone at work and his school friends that said they didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, making them all promise to keep it a secret from Steve. His invitations had an overwhelmingly positive response, which both saddened and heartened him. He’d never thought of how many other people felt alone as he did.

Steve spent the night of the 24th at Robin and Heather’s apartment, so Billy worked to prep the apartment as best as he could. They didn’t have much furniture in their apartment, and there wouldn’t be much room for extra tables and chairs anyway, so he decided they would all eat on the floor. He bought bright red and green tablecloths at the dollar store and draped them all across the living room floor after pushing the couch and armchair against the wall, and a few of tomorrow’s guests have loaned him Christmas lights and decorations, and one even brought over a tiny tree.

He was actually pretty happy with it by the time he was done. Now he just had to wait. He made cookies to fill the time, ten different kinds, from his mother’s handwritten recipes, one of the only things he brought with him when he moved to remind him of her. By the time he stopped for the night, the counters were full of baked goods.

The next day, as the guests started to arrive, Billy grew more and more worried that Steve wouldn’t show up. He didn’t know what kind of plan Robin and Heather had concocted to get Steve to go back to his apartment, he’d left that to them and trusted that they’d follow through with it, but he was starting to second guess whether they’d be successful.

They said they’d have Steve at the apartment by 6pm, but that ticked by, and then 6:15, and 6:30, and Billy was starting to give up hope, resigning himself to failure. He had an apartment full of friends, but no Steve, the one who mattered the most. Then, just as the clock struck 6:45, the door flew open, and Billy could hear Steve’s voice, even from back in the kitchen, where he was grabbing more napkins.

“I still don’t get why…” the words died on Steve’s lips just as Billy rounded the corner to their living room. There stood Steve, with Robin and Heather behind him. Steve looked as beautiful as ever, hair flopping in his eyes under his hat, and a startled look on his face as he took in the space, packed full of their friends and coworkers. He locked eyes with Billy, who suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

“Billy, can I talk to you? In my bedroom?” Steve asked.

Billy followed silently behind him.

“You have a lot of nerve, having all of our mutual friends over for a Christmas party at our apartment while I’m over at Robin and Heather’s, sulking. You’re really trying to hurt me as much as possible, aren’t you? We just came to get the bottle opener. Robin broke theirs. If you don’t need it for your party guests, I’ll just take it and get out of your hair, so the festivities can continue.”

Oh god, this really wasn’t going according to plan. “Steve, I didn’t plan a party for while you were gone. This party is for you. Well, for you and for everyone who didn’t have anywhere else to go for Christmas. But mostly for you. I wanted to show you how many people you have in your life, that you don’t need your parents. We’re your family now. I’m really, really sorry about what I said to you that night, but you mean more to me than anything, and I just wanted to make you happy. I don’t think you’re a spoiled brat. I think you’re the most amazing, hardworking, kind, special person I’ve ever met, and I hope you’ll give me a chance to prove that to you.”

A small smile started in the corner of Steve’s mouth, the first thing even close to Steve’s usual grin that Billy had seen in weeks. “Ok, I’ll think about forgiving you. On one condition.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything for you, Steve.”

Steve opened his bedside table and pulled out a sprig of something green. “I was going to use this stupid mistletoe to finally try to make a move on you tonight, but I’m gonna leave the move making to you now.” He handed the sprig to Billy, who held it over their heads.

He leaned in close to Steve. “Can I kiss you, you beautiful goof?”

Steve didn’t respond, and instead just pressed his lips to Billy’s own. They stayed like that for a long while, until someone knocked on the door, letting Billy know that his kitchen timer was going off for the hors d’oeuvres.

“Come help me in the kitchen?” Billy asked, holding out his hand. Steve took it, following him out of the room.

The spent the rest of the party glued to each other’s sides, and Billy could tell from the soft looks Steve gave him, and the giant grin plastered to his face that this had been the right move. Billy was beyond happy that the plan had worked. Laying in bed that night, holding Steve in his arms, Billy thanked whatever higher power had decided he was worthy of a second chance at happiness.

*** From that year onwards, every single Christmas, no matter where their lives took them, through the opening of their first, then second restaurant, marriage, and the adoption of both of their children, one thing never changed. Every single December, they put the word out to anyone and everyone they knew that they were welcome in their home for a celebration of friendship and found family come Christmas day.

Please look forward to the amazing work from the next contributor, @oopsiedaisiesbaby!

[mariacallous]

Elon Musk just dragged ChatGPT and other artificial intelligence programs into the Trump crosshairs by repeating his warning that current AI models are too “woke” and “politically correct.”

“A lot of the AIs that are being trained in the San Francisco Bay Area, they take on the philosophy of people around them,” Musk said at the Future Investment Initiative, a Saudi Arabia government–backed event held in Riyadh this week. “So you have a woke, nihilistic—in my opinion—philosophy that is being built into these AIs.”

Although Musk is himself a polarizing figure, he is right about AI systems harboring political biases. The issue, however, is far from one-sided, and Musk’s framing may help further his own interests due to his ties to Trump. Musk runs xAI, a competitor to OpenAI, Google, and Meta that could benefit if those companies become government targets.

“Musk clearly has a close, close relationship with the Trump campaign, and any comment that he’s making will hold a big influence,” says Matt Mittelsteadt, a research fellow at George Mason University. “At a maximum he could have some sort of seat in a potential Trump administration, and his views could actually be enacted into some sort of policy.”

Musk has previously accused both OpenAI and Google of being infected with “the woke mind virus.” When Google’s Gemini chatbot produced historically inaccurate images, including black Nazis and Vikings, in February, Musk saw it as proof of Google using AI to spread an absurdly woke outlook.

Musk is clearly no fan of government regulation, but he backed a proposed AI bill in California that would have required companies to make their AI models available for vetting.

The first Trump administration also targeted perceived bias at Big Tech companies with an executive order that sought to hold platforms such as Twitter, Google, and Facebook accountable for censoring information for political reasons. The pressure had a tangible impact, with Meta ultimately abandoning plans for a dedicated news section on Facebook.

Mittelsteadt notes that Trump’s VP pick, JD Vance, has also talked of reining in Big Tech companies and gone as far as to call Google “one of the most dangerous companies in the world.”

Mittelsteadt adds that Trump could punish companies in a variety of ways. He cites, for example, the way the Trump government canceled a major federal contract with Amazon Web Services, a decision likely influenced by the former president’s view of the Washington Post and its owner, Jeff Bezos.

It would not be hard for policymakers to point to evidence of political bias in AI models, even if it cuts both ways.

A 2023 study by researchers at the University of Washington, Carnegie Mellon University, and Xi’an Jiaotong University found a range of political leanings in different large language models. It also showed how this bias may affect the performance of hate speech or misinformation detection systems.

Another study, conducted by researchers at the Hong Kong University of Science and Technology, found bias in several open source AI models on polarizing issues such as immigration, reproductive rights, and climate change. Yejin Bang, a PhD candidate involved with the work, says that most models tend to lean liberal and US-centric, but that the same models can express a variety of liberal or conservative biases depending on the topic.

AI models capture political biases because they are trained on swaths of internet data that inevitably includes all sorts of perspectives. Most users may not be aware of any bias in the tools they use because models incorporate guardrails that restrict them from generating certain harmful or biased content. These biases can leak out subtly though, and the additional training that models receive to restrict their output can introduce further partisanship. “Developers could ensure that models are exposed to multiple perspectives on divisive topics, allowing them to respond with a balanced viewpoint,” Bang says.

The issue may become worse as AI systems become more pervasive, says Ashique KhudaBukhsh, an computer scientist at the Rochester Institute of Technology who developed a tool called the Toxicity Rabbit Hole Framework, which teases out the different societal biases of large language models. “We fear that a vicious cycle is about to start as new generations of LLMs will increasingly be trained on data contaminated by AI-generated content,” he says.

“I’m convinced that that bias within LLMs is already an issue and will most likely be an even bigger one in the future,” says Luca Rettenberger, a postdoctoral researcher at the Karlsruhe Institute of Technology who conducted an analysis of LLMs for biases related to German politics.

Rettenberger suggests that political groups may also seek to influence LLMs in order to promote their own views above those of others. “If someone is very ambitious and has malicious intentions it could be possible to manipulate LLMs into certain directions,” he says. “I see the manipulation of training data as a real danger.”

There have already been some efforts to shift the balance of bias in AI models. Last March, one programmer developed a more right-leaning chatbot in an effort to highlight the subtle biases he saw in tools like ChatGPT. Musk has himself promised to make Grok, the AI chatbot built by xAI, “maximally truth-seeking” and less biased than other AI tools, although in practice it also hedges when it comes to tricky political questions. (A staunch Trump supporter and immigration hawk, Musk’s own view of “less biased” may also translate into more right-leaning results.)

Next week’s election in the United States is hardly likely to heal the discord between Democrats and Republicans, but if Trump wins, talk of anti-woke AI could get a lot louder.

Musk offered an apocalyptic take on the issue at this week’s event, referring to an incident when Google’s Gemini said that nuclear war would be preferable to misgendering Caitlyn Jenner. “If you have an AI that’s programmed for things like that, it could conclude that the best way to ensure nobody is misgendered is to annihilate all humans, thus making the probability of a future misgendering zero,” he said.

[lboogie1906]

Lisette Titre (June 21, 1977) is a video game artist and designer known for her work as an artist for Electronic Arts. She graduated magna cum laude from the Miami International University of Art and Design with a BS in Computer Animation. She was employed by Page 44 Studios, where she worked as a character artist for the PlayStation 2 games Freekstyle and Gretzky NHL 2005, creating both concept art and models.

She joined Electronic Arts. She was employed as a senior character artist, creating models, textures, and special effects while overseeing outsourced art direction. She worked on games such as Tiger Woods PGA Tour 06, The Simpsons Game, The Godfather II, and Dante’s Inferno.

She became the lead artist for Backbone Entertainment, while working on the games Zombie Apocalypse: Never Die Alone, and Midway Arcade Origins. She was on the cover of Black Enterprise as part of their “Women in STEM” feature story.

She returned to EA to manage the outsourcing division; she contributed to Dance Central 3 and The Sims 4. She moved to the Japanese mobile gaming company, DeNA, for whom she worked on Transformers: Age of Extinction.

She became a manager at the San Francisco division of Ubisoft. She was involved in oversight, mentorship, and planning. Her work appeared in the 2017 title South Park: The Fractured but Whole. She joined Double Fine Productions, in August of 2017.

She has taken an active role in promoting diversity in the video game industry. She was a keynote speaker at separate events hosted by NASA and Intel. She has worked with Black Girls Code and Girls Who Code. She taught video game design to young adults in partnership with Youth UpRising. She serves on the board of directors of Gameheads. She is a member of the Department of State’s Speaker’s Bureau which allows her to speak overseas about opportunities for women and people of color in the game industry. She is considered one of the most powerful women in tech by Business Insider magazine.

She lives with her husband Marcus Montgomery, who is a video game designer and diversity advocate. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[izzysarchivedblogs]

you wanna write with pepper....

SO YOU WANT TO INTERACT WITH PEPPER POTTS IN HER MAIN CANON // Given that Pepper's company Resilient is based in Seattle, Washington, she is not readily available in New York based folk, that's not to say that she doesn't travel there for work but not often enough that she feels the need to own a car there. Typically, speaking Pepper is in Seattle and the West Coast if you needs to find her.

For reference to know where Pepper is, in order of how often she is there;

Resilient Headquarters + Pepper's primary home -> Seattle, Washington

Satellite Laboratories -> Paramus, New Jersey

Resilient Technology Junkyard -> Los Angeles, California

Visiting step son -> San Francisco, California

Secondary Offices + Stark business -> Manhattan, NYC, New York

wherever her media company she owns is based

idea borrowed from @/overclocks & @/involuntaryspy

YOU WORK IN CITY PLANNING // Resilient does play a part in rebuilding cities as well a building cities (ignoring the track record of those cities falling, not Resilient's fault; we can not control what happens after it is built), so if you are looking into rebuilding a city or building a city with energy efficiency and the use of Stark-patented repulsor tech, you will want to be in contact with Resilient and program proposals of this scale always lead to meetings with Pepper. Examples of these cities that formerly were was an improved version of the City of Asgard called Asgardia, and The Troy formerly known as Mandarin City.

YOU ARE LOOKING FOR WORK // Pepper's a bit of a micro-manager in that she does run oversight in the hirings that happen in the Resilient's R&D, this may have to do with the fact that one of their dear friend and employee was replaced by a spy. Additional departments that Pepper oversees who Resilient is working with in terms of marketing and P.R., as they have worked with the bad seed Marc Kumar in freelance PR before. This would be if you are looking for tech specific work or are looking for PR/marketing work.

INTERNSHIPS? // Now in the terms of internship, there are paid position available to which Pepper does not oversee internships typically (now that is not to say that certain individuals, friends of tony or tony, can try to pull a few strings with Pepper and get a kid they knew an internship or even shadow her (it better be a damn good deal)

YOU REMEMBER... THAT. HIM. // No you don't, and you definitely don't remember some Tony Stark-Gone Bad in a Silver suit infecting people with Extremis... Now if you were so happened to have been affected by these events, and possibly remember, than there may be means of compensation or more specifically need assistance in getting your life back on track. This happens all out of Pepper's own personal pocket and you will not say anything more about this; no need to thank her either. She's happy to undo the wrongs done and help. (its just painful)

YOU ARE CALLING BECAUSE OF TONY STARK // This is a risky option, because of the fact, that Tony Stark as a subject is very touchy for her. That's her best friend, that's the cause of a lot of pain in her life as well. If her and Tony are on good terms, well that's great and we should keep it that way. If they are outside of each others' orbits, it's a risk but if you want anyone to tell you like it is, than she's your girl. You need advice about working with Tony, or you've ran into a problem with Tony Stark and you need help, like serious help, and you chose the risky option. He's probably dead again, or broke, or some forms of indisposed and who has done more for Tony Stark at the cost of her own sanity than Pepper Potts? SSo you call her because you know she can save Tony Stark, or more importantly protect the legacy of Iron Man, want to keep that out of harmful hands. You will be responsible for damages for pulling Pepper Potts back into Tony Stark's orbit and shadow.

YOU NEED AN IRON SUIT // Not to have for yourself, she does not in fact do that, or loan anything. Rhodey wasn't available, Riri wasn't available (although she is a kid you should leave her alone and not be the first option) and Tony is definitely not available. She does have Rescue, and she's been around the superhero block a few times. Whose the woman who beat Whitney Frost and wore her mask to break Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill out when Tony was going brain dead on the run from Norman Osborn? PEPPER POTTS. Now her suit, specifically does not come equipped with inherent offensive weaponry, but Tony has decked her out with plenty of enhancements and features. She's even ran a team of superheroes called The Order, as their HERA to The Pantheon. YOU are responsible for any grievances she may have, as she really should not be your first choice, but the good news about her is that she likes plans, and will follow orders, and typically wants to do good in the world and help people.

CRISIS -> SEARCH AND RESCUE // Whatever city she may be in at the time; home base is Seattle Washington, she's in Los Angeles and San Francisco California often, and on the rarer occasions she is back east in NYC. Rescue typically comes with her; enough has happened to her that she's got her suit somewhere near enough by, that she will suit up and aid in crisis scenarios by evacuating civilians, and assisting in search and rescue efforts; which aftermath wises does typically lead to Pepper Potts providing aid through Resilient in city repair and contributing free energy sources when she can.

YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN SEATTLE AND YOU WANT LUNCH // If you show at Resilient offices, and ask if Pepper Potts has taken her lunch yet, the answer may possibly or probably be no unless she's had a business luncheon alredy, but if Pepper hasn't taken a personal lunch yet the receptionists may simply schedule you in for a lunch with Pepper if only because it will get her out of her office or second office (yes she did get the bed at the office replaced; don't judge, she's a very hands on ceo, artifact of being a former very hands on executive assistant to tony stark). she will pay for the lunch too and just accept that you are suddenly in her schedule for the day.

YOU NEED SPARE PARTS // You need to scavenge for spare parts from the Resilient Technology Junkyard, and Pepper happens to be at her Los Angeles offices, and you run into her trying to scavenge, if you are there without permission you will be removed; there are legal means upon which you can access the junkyard and pull what you want from there. (don't worry she's already removed everything that could be dangerous and anything that tony stark has personally developed and still under an airtight patent)

YOU NEED THE MEDIA // You need the media, you need to get something out there, or you need to drown something else. Pepper still in fact owns one of the largest media companies on Earth. This is a very risky option for you; normally pepper stays uninvolved with this company unless she has to step in to toss out bad applies. This is your nuclear option, because Pepper will warn you that if you need a specific story published and pushed out to everyone? She is going to have people dig into you, into your life and history, and into whatever your situation is because she has accepted the power how media can impact and control the world, and if she's pushing out a story; she wants to be as certain as she can it's not rotten and going to spoil the bunch. So be prepared, but she can control the media and help with your PR, image, or get a vital story out.

YOU ARE ONE OF TONY'S MENTEES // Now she doesn't know under what illusion she has become the Iron Mama, co-parent or co-mentee to you by extent that you'd chosen Tony Stark or been taken under Tony's wing; they seriously need to have a talk about this, return her calls; but here she is. You've got Pepper Potts, sometimes known as Rescue, with her heel in the both worlds, to give you advice, remind you are in fact a kid, and help you out as best that she can. Typical rule of thumb? If it is going to hurt people or endanger more lives or you are a minor and it risks your life, than don't do it. If Tony Stark/Iron Man would do it, than maybe don't do it either. That isn't to say that Tony doesn't have his moments and gives good advice. She's not here to cancel out his mentoring, it's come to her attention that everyone thinks she's substitute teacher in Tony's absence or the co-parent to this deal you have with Tony.

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The Fiery Sounds of the Monterey International Pop Festival

Revisiting the event’s memorable set list, 57 years later.

June 18, 2024

Ravi Shankar onstage at the Monterey International Pop Festival in 1967.Credit...Ted Streshinsky/Corbis, via Getty Images

By Lindsay Zoladz

Dear listeners,

Fifty-seven years ago today, the Monterey International Pop Festival — the three-day event that arguably invented the modern music festival — concluded in a blaze of glory. That Sunday boasted quite a bill: Ravi Shankar mesmerized the crowd with a set of ragas that lasted more than three hours. The Who obliterated the calm with a proto-punk set which ended when Pete Townshend smashed his guitar. Jimi Hendrix attempted a one-up by lighting his on fire. The headliners the Mamas & the Papas had the unenviable task of following all that.

I’ve had Monterey Pop on the brain recently, since last month I published an in-depth piece about the life and legacy of “Mama” Cass Elliot. (I began the essay with a self-deprecating joke that Elliot made onstage at the festival, which took place just six weeks after she’d given birth to her daughter.) The story of Monterey Pop is entwined in the story of the Mamas & the Papas: The group’s leader, John Phillips, was one of the organizers of the festival, and he even wrote the event’s de facto theme song, “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair),” which was recorded by the folk singer Scott McKenzie. The Mamas & the Papas were perhaps the most famous band on the bill at the time, but that would soon change. The festival — like D.A. Pennebaker’s era-defining, fly-on-the-wall documentary “Monterey Pop” — was a snapshot of the precise moment when the prevailing sounds of folk-rock began to give way to a louder, gnarlier kind of rock ’n’ roll practiced by Hendrix, the Who and another of the weekend’s breakout stars, the lead singer of Big Brother and the Holding Company, Janis Joplin.

One of the things that makes Pennebaker’s documentary so valuable is the fact that it captured, in vivid liveliness, so many musical luminaries who would soon be gone: Joplin, Hendrix, Elliot and Otis Redding, who died in a plane crash before the film was released. Pennebaker and his crew shot these artists in intimate, immediate close-up, pioneering the visual language of concert documentaries to come.

Today’s playlist revisits some of Monterey Pop’s legendary set list, specifically focusing on the songs performed in Pennebaker’s film. It’s a mix of live cuts and studio versions, of flower-child folk and rabble-rousing rock. It is unlikely to inspire you to go full pyromaniac like Hendrix, but just in case, you might want to have a fire extinguisher handy.

1. Scott McKenzie: “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)”

What’s the best way to promote a festival you’re trying to plan at the last minute? Write a hit song urging people to come, of course. Penned by John Phillips and recorded with haste by Scott McKenzie (it was released just a month before Monterey Pop), this ode to San Francisco was at once a generational anthem and an advertising jingle. That’s viral marketing, 1967-style. ▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

2. The Mamas & the Papas: “California Dreamin’”

By all accounts, the Mamas & the Papas’ performance at the Monterey Pop Festival was not their best; in Pennebaker’s film, it’s clear they’re struggling to stay in sync and that Michelle Phillips’s microphone did not seem to be working at all. But because of John Phillips’s involvement in organizing the event and his group’s headlining spot, the Mamas & the Papas remain some of the festival’s most prominent figureheads.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

3. Simon and Garfunkel: “The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)”

Backed only by Paul Simon’s acoustic guitar, the dulcet tones of Simon and Garfunkel closed out the festival’s opening night. Their set, which included this ode to New York’s Queensboro Bridge, contrasted with some of the weekend’s heavier, harder rocking performances to come.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

4. Janis Joplin: “Ball and Chain (Live)”

Though Big Brother and the Holding Company and its lead singer Janis Joplin were some of Monterey’s biggest breakout stars — the band got a record deal with Columbia on the strength of its performance — their initial Saturday afternoon set had not been captured on film. When it became clear that Joplin’s ragged rendition of Big Mama Thornton’s “Ball and Chain” (performed here in 1970 at Calgary’s McMahon Stadium) would go down as one of the weekend’s highlights, she and the band were given a two-song encore slot the following day, which Pennebaker and his crew were sure to film. That bonus performance resulted in one of my favorite moments in Pennebaker’s documentary: an awed reaction shot of Cass Elliot watching Joplin and mouthing the word “wow.”

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

5. The Who: “My Generation”

The Who and the Jimi Hendrix Experience were bigger in the U.K. than the U.S. in June 1967, but after Monterey that would change for both of them. A friendly competition existed between these two acts, and they decided to flip a coin to determine who would go first — and who would get to make it seem like they had invented the idea of destroying one’s guitar onstage. The Who won the coin flip, and their kinetic performance of set closer “My Generation” ended in destruction.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

6. Otis Redding, Booker T. & the M.G.’s and the Mar-Keys: “Shake (Live)”

Yet another of the festival’s breakout stars was Otis Redding, who was backed by not one but two great groups: the session brass players the Mar-Keys and instrumental Memphis soul powerhouses Booker T. & the M.G.’s. Redding’s performance was so electrifying that Pennebaker later released a stand-alone short film, “Shake! Otis at Monterey,” documenting the entire set.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

7. The Jimi Hendrix Experience: “Wild Thing (Live)”

Knowing that he now had to upstage the Who, the wily Hendrix acquired a small container of lighter fluid and hid it onstage. The rest — his groundbreaking, earth-scorching performance and the sacrificial conflagration in which it ended — is rock history.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

8. Ravi Shankar: “Dhun (Dadra and Fast Teental) (Live)”

Though the Indian sitarist Shankar’s hypnotic set took place earlier on Sunday, Pennebaker wisely used it as the finale of his film, underscoring the “international” descriptor in the festival’s title and providing an ecstatic comedown to the weekend’s long, strange trip.

▶ Listen on Spotify, Apple Music or YouTube

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Tonopah, NV (No. 3)

The Mizpah Hotel is a historic hotel in Tonopah, Nevada, U.S. It is a member of Historic Hotels of America, the official program of the National Trust for Historic Preservation.

The Mizpah and the nearby Belvada Building, both five stories high, shared the title of tallest building in Nevada until 1927. The hotel was named after the Mizpah Mine and was the social hub of Tonopah. The hotel was pre-dated by the Mizpah Saloon, which opened in 1907, and was the first permanent structure in Tonopah. The hotel was financed by George Wingfield, George S. Nixon, Cal Brougher and Bob Govan and designed by George E. Holesworth of Reno, Nevada (other sources state that the architect was Morrill J. Curtis). Brougher in particular was involved with the Belmont, Tonopah, Midway and Tonopah Mining Company and the Tonopah Divide Mining Company. Brougher owned the Tonopah Banking Corporation, which had an office in the lobby of the 1905 building, and was a director of the Bank of Italy in San Francisco.

The reinforced concrete hotel was faced with stone on the front and brick on the sides and rear. The neighboring three-story Brougher-Govan Block, with rooms on the upper floors, served as the first Mizpah and remains connected. Cast iron columns were used in the windows and fire escapes. The three and five story buildings are joined with a wood stairway crowned with a skylight. Steam heat was provided, along with the first elevator in Tonopah.

According to legend, Wyatt Earp kept the saloon, Jack Dempsey was a bouncer, and Howard Hughes married Jean Peters at the Mizpah. But Wyatt Earp left Tonopah before the Mizpah was built, Hughes was married in Tonopah, but not at the Mizpah, and Dempsey asserted he was never a bouncer. The hotel nevertheless features the Jack Dempsey Room and the Wyatt Earp Bar.

The hotel is said to house a ghost deemed the Lady in Red by hotel guests who have experienced her presence. Legend says that the Lady in Red is the ghost of a prostitute who was beaten and murdered on the fifth floor of the hotel by a jealous ex-boyfriend. Another widely accepted description of the events is that The Lady in Red had been caught cheating by her husband at the hotel after he had missed a train, who then proceeded to kill her in a jealous rage. The Lady in Red haunting of the Mizpah was featured in season 5, episode 2 of Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel.

The Mizpah changed hands several times through the years until Frank Scott of Las Vegas (who also built the Union Plaza Hotel) bought it in 1979. Scott updated the hotel with “all the modern conveniences,” acting as a bridge to the modern day, all the while preserving the antiquated romance that had first drawn him to the hotel. In all, the work took 2.5 years and cost almost $4 million.

The hotel had been shuttered since 1999, but in early 2011, the hotel was purchased by Fred and Nancy Cline of Cline Cellars, Sonoma, California, who renovated and reopened the building to the public in August 2011. The newly renovated hotel has 47 rooms, a bar, and two restaurants; The Pittman Cafe and the Jack Dempsey Room. There are plans to renovate further rooms in the hotel annex and to add a small casino to the property.

Source: Wikipedia

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Westward Ho! Cincinnati Men Caught The California Gold Fever In 1849

It took a long time in 1848 for news to travel from California to Cincinnati. Gold was discovered at Sutter’s Mill, northeast of San Francisco, in January of that year, but Cincinnatians remained blissfully unaffected by gold fever until the middle of September.

By December 1948, Cincinnati merchants were placing advertisements in the local papers, offering camping and mining supplies to young men heading westward. As the new year of 1849 dawned, Cincinnati was fully possessed by visions of gold. Local newspapers printed dozens of announcements similar to this one, from the Commercial Tribune [23 February 1849]:

“A party of enterprising gentlemen of this city, completed their arrangements yesterday, packed up their trappings, and took passage on the steamer Chief Justice Marshall, for California. They design to sail from New Orleans, and either cross the Isthmus, or take the land route, via City of Mexico. The choice of these routes depends on contingencies. The party is composed of the brothers Moses, Mr. Collins, jeweler, and Messrs. Varney, Light, Vater, and the brothers Fagan.”

The Cincinnati Commercial [9 March 1849] reported on a company of 20 Cincinnatians setting out on the overland route to California, with a plan to cover expenses by selling gunpowder:

“They take with them one hundred kegs of powder, which on their arrival will be distributed, five kegs to each man – thus furnishing each a handsome capital to start on.”

In April, the “Independent Pacific Dispatch Company,” composed of 25 Cincinnati men, departed, also on the overland route. They loaded their pack mules onto the steamboat John Hancock, bound for Independence, Missouri, where they would commence hoofing across the continent.

As a major port along the Ohio River, Cincinnati not only witnessed local boys departing for the gold fields, but steamboats full of similarly determined young men passing through town. The Commercial Tribune [14 April 1849] was agog at the mass of virility floating westward down the Ohio:

“The tide of emigration to California is, in its extent, beyond all historical parallel; and will, in future times, stand prominent as the great event of the Nineteenth Century.”

Many of those adventurers, especially those from rural districts, stopped in Cincinnati to stock up on the supplies required to operate a basic gold-mining operation. Our shopkeepers were delighted to welcome the business. Gustav Sellin, purveyor of tin goods, advertised a gold-washing machine “of the most ingenious construction,” along with wash bowls, scoops and strainers. Philip Pike touted his “Imitation French Brandies, Holland Gin, Rum and Wines,” guaranteeing that a thousand-dollar investment in his beverages could be recouped for twenty times that amount in the thirsty gold fields. Miller Cornelius Sanders Bradbury boasted about his novel “steam-dried flour” warranted not to sour or get moldy for two years – ideal for the long trail westward.

Some Cincinnati businessmen just surrendered and joined the migration. Real estate mogul Thomas Hurst put a flour mill out near Sedamsville up for sale along with eight houses in the city. He was, as they say in the trade, a motivated seller. He closed his advertisement with this explanation:

“As I am making preparations for California, application should be made soon.”

Once folks arrived in California, they often discovered that panning for gold was not exactly as advertised. For instance, Benjamin Cory (Miami University Class of 1842, Medical College of Ohio Class of 1845) was busily engaged trading clothing to Native Americans in exchange for gold. Called to attend to a wealthy ranchero, Doctor Cory found himself trapped. In a letter home, Cory complained:

“My patient is quite smart this morning; he says I shall not leave him till all danger is over. ‘Charge what you please, Doctor,’ he says, ‘and it shall be paid; here is my ranch, with its horses, cattle, &c. &c. and I have a good large bag of gold.’ I am sorry, dear brother, that I ever had doctor stuck to my name; it is more trouble than profit; I am vexed to death; I tell people that I can get more gold in the mountains by digging and trading, than my conscience will permit me to charge my patients.”

Doctor Cory ended up doing okay for himself. The 1909 Miami University alumni directory notes that, before he died in 1896, he was elected to the first legislature of the new state of California in 1850 and had a distinguished medical career in Santa Clara and San Jose.

Joseph Talbert, a carpenter, who left Cincinnati in February 1849, wrote home that his traveling party of fifty had arrived safely in the gold fields. Talbert, however, after trying to mine gold for a couple of weeks, learned he could make more money as a carpenter, building cabins and gold-washing sluices than he could actually trying to find gold.

The Guysi brothers quit their jobs at B.F. Greenough’s lamp oil distillery on Main Street and endured a sea voyage of 160 days to round the tip of South America. They arrived in a San Francisco of 30,000 souls mostly housed in tents and suffering from dysentery. The only water available was polluted with copper, a spot of ground large enough to pitch a tent rented for $150 a month, and gambling was rampant. At least one of the brothers, Jacob, stuck it out; he was buried in the hills overlooking San Francisco Bay when he died at age 79 in 1906.

Joe Heywood had a solid career and sterling prospects here in Cincinnati. He was a butcher by trade, and regularly made the newspapers for the quality of his provender and the skill with which he decorated his shop. He was repeatedly referred to as a very handsome man who cut a dashing figure as a volunteer fireman. He was also known as a dependable “b’hoy” – a tough character – in the days when volunteer fire companies battled over which would put out the fire and collect the insurance money. Still, the Cincinnati Commercial of 9 January 1849 recorded the westward emigration of Heywood, along with Mathias Oliver, James Wilson, Alexander Burns and James McAlpin, all stalwarts of the “Rovers” fire company.

While most young men trudged west in hopes of sending pounds of bullion home, Heywood had no intention of digging anything once he got to California. Instead of packing a pick and shovel, Heywood had 1,500 cards printed to announce his business as a butcher and provision merchant. He seems to have succeeded admirably. After a sea voyage of 156 days, Heywood arrived in San Francisco and set up shop. A letter from a fellow firefighter reported that Heywood replicated the annual Cincinnati Christmas meat parade at his shop that December. Heywood himself wrote a long letter home describing his adventures aboard the ship and promising to write as soon as he could to “Lizzy.” He must have been persuasive. Joseph Heywood and Miss Eliza L. Hensley of Cincinnati were joined in matrimony on 1 July 1856 at San Francisco’s International Hotel.

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Au Idea #3

Suppose there's no Metaverse. The events of P5R never happens. Goro Akechi is a Japan citizen living in New York, USA for 5 years now. He was working in an USA company when one day he had bankrupted his company and is in need of $12 million for paying the shareholders, but is unable to obtain a loan due to a stock market crash. everyone blames him for the loss, so Goro quits the job. Out of depression because of this, he decides to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge and end his life. But when he goes there He meets Akira also a Japan citizen from San Francisco, who is also suicidal after catching his fiancé cheating on him. Goro and Akira attempt to kill themselves, but are prevented from doing so by the Coast Guard. Still suicidal, Goro deliberately allows himself to be hit by a car, and Akira falls on the bridge and breaks his neck. Their suicide attempts are unsuccessful, and they end up in hospital together. When they are discharged, Akira takes Goro to his apartment because Goro's house has been seized by the bank. The two try to kill themselves five times, failing each time. Eventually, they make a pact to end their lives on 31 December 2016. With 20 days left before their deadline, they decide to fulfill their most desired wishes and begin a journey together. Akira helps Goro find a date and shares with him how his fiancé cheated on him . The next day, Though Goro cannot swim, he is forced to fulfil Akira's wish to swim in the cold Atlantic Ocean. However, at sea Akira falls overboard and Goro rescues him. Their yacht drifts away, stranding them. As the two slowly succumb to hypothermia. They are rescued again by the Coast Guard who intervened on the bridge. Akira's depression continues. He attempts to kill himself and is rushed to hospital. After He is discharged, Goro realises his love for Akira, and tries everything to make him happy. The two venture to Las Vegas, as Goro has never gone on a holiday, and eventually they end up in bed together. Akira tells Goro that this was a mistake and that he still loves his ex fiancé. Goro insists that he should move back in with his parents and give his fiancé a second chance. Goro takes Akira back to his hometown and moves in with his friend and colleague Sae, and plans to return to Japan on the night of 31 December to start afresh. Goro attends the bank settlement and reconciles with several friends with whom he had fallen out. Meanwhile, Akira cannot stop thinking about Goro and on the 31st he realises that he has fallen for him. His ex discovers this and supports Akira. Knowing that he already had lost his chance with him he then drops Akira off at the airport. Akira reaches the same bridge, but finds himself alone, believing He will never see Goro again. Just then Goro arrives. The two go out to sea to die. Goro throws a beer bottle with a propose note in it, which Akira finds and reads before Goro proposes to him. Surprised, he accepts, and they share a kiss while the Coast Guard rescues them again.

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The Supreme Court unanimously ruled that a woman could not use protection under the U.S. bankruptcy code to avoid paying a debt that resulted from fraud by her partner.

The court said that the California woman, Kate Bartenwerfer, owed the debt even if she did not know or could not have known about her partner's fraud.

The 9-0 ruling, written by Justice Amy Coney Barrett, underscored a Supreme Court decision in 1885 which found that two partners in a New York wool company were liable for the debt due to the fraudulent claims of a third partner even though they were not themselves "guilty of wrong."

The Supreme Court in a unanimous decision Wednesday ruled that a California woman could not use U.S. bankruptcy code protection to avoid paying a $200,000 debt that resulted from fraud by her partner.

The court said that the woman, Kate Bartenwerfer, owed the debt even if she did not know about her husband David's misrepresentations regarding the condition of a house when they sold it to San Francisco real estate developer Kieran Buckley for more than $2 million.

Buckley had sued the couple and won a judgment for those misrepresentations.

The 9-0 decision written by Justice Amy Coney Barrett resolves a difference of opinion between several federal circuit appeals courts on the question of whether an innocent party can shield themselves from debt for another person's fraud after filing for bankruptcy.

The ruling cited and reinforces a Supreme Court decision in 1885, which found that two partners in a New York wool company were liable for the debt due to the fraudulent claims of a third partner even though they were not themselves "guilty of wrong."

Barrett dismissed Bartenwerfer's grammar-focused argument, which claimed that the relevant section of the bankruptcy code, written in the passive voice as "money obtained by fraud," refers to "money obtained by the individual debtor's fraud."

"Innocent people are sometimes held liable for fraud they did not personally commit, and, if they declare bankruptcy, [the bankruptcy code] bars discharge of that debt," Barrett wrote. "So it is for Bartenwerfer, and we are sensitive to the hardship she faces."

The debt to Buckley, which was originally a court judgment of $200,000 imposed in 2012, since has grown to more than $1.1 million as a result of interest, according to Janet Brayer, the San Francisco attorney who represented Buckley in a lawsuit over the house sale.

Brayer said that debt is growing at a current rate of 10% annually and that it excludes attorney fees to which she is entitled to under California law.

"We have been working on this since 2008, and now finally have been vindicated and justice served for all victims of fraud, Brayer said. "Hence, I am a happy girl today." 

Iain MacDonald, a lawyer for Bartenwerfer, did not have an immediate comment on the ruling, saying he planned to discuss the decision with her.

Justice Sonia Sotomayor, in a concurring opinion joined by Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson, noted that the ruling involves people who acted together in a partnership, not "a situation involving fraud by a person bearing no agency or partnership relationship to the debtor."

"With that understanding, I join the Court's opinion," Sotomayor wrote.

The ruling on Bartenwerfer's case came 18 years after the events that triggered the dispute.

Bartenwerfer, and her then-boyfriend David Bartenwerfer, jointly bought a house in San Francisco in 2005 and planned to remodel it and sell it for a profit, the ruling noted.

While David hired an architect, engineer, and general contractor, monitored their progress and paid for the work, "Kate, on the other hand, was largely uninvolved," Barrett wrote.

The house was eventually bought by Buckley after the Bartenwerfers "attested that they had disclosed all material facts relating to the property," Barrett noted.

But Buckley learned that the house had "a leaky roof, defective windows, a missing fire escape, and

permit problems."

He then sued the couple, claiming he had overpaid for the home based on their misrepresentations of the property.

A jury ruled in his favor, awarding him $200,000 from the Bartenwerfers.

The couple was unable to pay the award or other creditors and filed for protection under Chapter 7 of the bankruptcy code, which normally allows people to void all of their debts.

But "not all debts are dischargeable," Barrett wrote in her ruling.

"The Code makes several exceptions to the general rule, including the one at issue in this case: Section 523(a)(2)(A) bars the discharge of 'any debt ... for money ... to the extent obtained by ... false pretenses, a false representation, or actual fraud,'" Barrett wrote.

Buckley challenged the couple's move to void their debt to him on that ground.

A U.S. Bankruptcy Court judge ruled in his favor, saying "that neither David nor Kate Bartenwerfer could discharge their debt to Buckley," the opinion by Barrett noted.

"Based on testimony from the parties, real-estate agents, and contractors, the court found that David had knowingly concealed the house's defects from Buckley," Barrett wrote.

"And the court imputed David's fraudulent intent to Kate because the two had formed a legal partnership to execute the renovation and resale project," she added.

The couple appealed the ruling.

The U.S. Bankruptcy Appellate Panel for the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals found that David still owed the debt to Buckley given his fraudulent intent.

But the same panel disagreed that Kate owed the debt.

"As the panel saw it [a section of the bankruptcy code] barred her from discharging the debt only if she knew or had reason to know of David's fraud," Barrett wrote.

Bartenwerfer later asked the Supreme Court to hear her appeal of that ruling.

In her opinion, Barrett noted that the text of the bankruptcy code explicitly bars Chapter 7 from being used by a debtor to discharge a debt if that obligation was the result of "false pretenses, a false representation, or actual fraud."

Barrett wrote, "By its terms, this text precludes Kate Bartenwerfer from discharging her liability for the state-court judgment."

The justice noted that Kate Bartenwerfer disputed that, even as she admitted, "that, as a grammatical matter, the passive-voice statute does not specify a fraudulent actor."

"But in her view, the statute is most naturally read to bar the discharge of debts for money obtained by the debtor's fraud," Barrett wrote.

"We disagree: Passive voice pulls the actor off the stage," Barrett wrote.

The justice wrote that Congress, in writing the relevant section of the bankruptcy code, "framed it to 'focu[s] on an event that occurs without respect to a specific actor, and therefore without respect to any actor's intent or culpability.' "

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One Percent

            After washing out I had trouble sticking with school which was the prerequisite for living under my parents’ roof.  I began to finally understand the meaning of anxiety and manifested agoraphobic tendencies for a couple years (both during and well after becoming a stoner and taking break for years, so that argument is moot.) I still had no idea what to do with myself or any realistic life plans to strive towards.  All I knew for certain was that I needed out of the tyranny of my familial unit.  I decided I would subject myself to the shittiest jobs I could find, to give myself a taste of what the future had in store for me should I never jump through societies hoops for those two initials that stated I was deserving of a living wage.  Spoiler alert, even a master’s degree today only provides the security that a high school diploma got the boomers. 

After a few months of my applying for my first real job that wasn’t cutting lawns with my father, I landed in a law firm in the financial district, mostly through that “who you know” phenomenon where one of the partners was a family friend.  Before you judge, a 20-year-old getting their first job? Remember, I was pimped out to soccer, training year-round, hellbent on earning a scholarship to a prestigious university.  I had my personal statement written and the “A-G’s” memorized before stepping foot in high school; yet still only learned of the existence of community colleges when attending between the summer of sophomore and junior year if that paints you a picture of the expectations of my household.

I showed up to my job interview with sunglasses, failing to obscure completely, the black eye my father gave me the night before, nursing my broken index finger which still hasn’t healed a dozen years later & it’s untouched counterpart, highly sympathetic has warped to bring equilibrium to my twisted grip.)  Not that it matters, but this would mark the last time my brother and I would exchange blows and the first time my mother would abandon us, gone for a fortnight, leaving us to the mercy of an angry teenager in a middle-agers body.  I explained why I was unpresentable to the mother of my brother’s classmate in shame, but they all decided to hire me anyways.  I did my work competently and perhaps too quickly, shorting myself perhaps five hours a week, but I did come to understand two things; I would not be able to become a lawyer like I had been contemplating and that I hated working inside.  I felt guilty getting the minimum wage in San Francisco for a job that did not require my literal sweat. I was feeling the pressure to move out and joined my friend on his move across the bridge, prematurely, before I secured a full-time job that I could live on.

A few months after entering a situation on unequal footing, I finally got a job I was hoping to light a fire under my ass and provoke the desire to stick with school.  I got hired as a rent-a-cop for a car rental service near one of the busier airports in the country.  The company whose logo was on my jacket had just won the contract by severely underbidding its competitors and made the numbers work by cutting the pay of its ten workers at the site by 3 dollars an hour.  So desperate for work were these people that all but one of them chose to remain and take the absolute horseshit being offered as full-time pay. 

I would be taking home less than $50 a day after my 8-hour shift when factoring my 40miles round trip commute.  I was working for this company for three years at various sites and events, but the maintenance center’s lot would be my mainstay, where the first and last people in and out of the gate would be the three managers of the fleet.  Not once in my three years there, did I ever hear any of them refer to me by name.  I know my name can be intimidating to some, especially when read first, but once one gets over their xenophobic tendencies, it’s quite literally of the simplest, natural sounds a human could make, like a hopeful sigh.  I would have thousands of interactions with these miserable middle managers over the years and anytime they needed me, it would be a click on a radio, “Hey, we need…” “Thanks boss...” even during the empty exchanges of obligatory pleasantries, there was no attempt to humanize me.  All the mechanics, drivers and sub-contractors would befriend me, or call me “Paisano” at the very least, but the management regarded me exactly how the whole security industry regarded its employees: just another body for their contractual obligation, a unit of buffer from liability from litigation should anything go awry.

I would lose my favorite uncle in this time and move a hundred miles away to help take care of my ailing matriarch, further isolated from my life and friends, and develop an inevitable interest in graffiti and quite serendipitously, a family friend would take me under his wing and teach me how to grow weed.  Both would fit very nicely in the voids of my experience, and with the last person whose disappointment I could not bear to feel buried in the earth, nothing was stopping me from exploring these wonderfully rich microcosms of countercultures.  Occupy Wall St came along when I eventually moved back to theBay, and I was asked to work a post at a very large institution’s headquarters.  What happened on this day I will never forget and serves as an insight to what anyone one of us proles can expect, brushing shoulders with those society consider elite.

I was stationed at the back entrance in a deserted alley, dealing with absolutely no one, faintly hearing the march pass me by blocks away, what a stupid useless posting I thought, no action at all, as if I would dream of holding my ground if confused impotent protestors wanted to rush the capitol of capital in the west anyways—I’d just as likely throw the first brick.  At some point in the boring inane shift came my time to shine.  A blacked-out SUV pulled up into the alley, stopping in front of the doors I was “guarding.” The driver, a highly evolved form of my useless occupation, stepped out in his snazzy suit, and opened the door for an obviously VIP, almost bowing—with a reverence I would only consider displaying for my wife or daughter or mother—to the President of Wells Fargo, wafting with pretention in his suit that cost about the same as his brand-new gas-guzzling limo.  I offered him the usual courtesies and held the door open for him, before returning my gaze to the wall in front of me, assuming my living gargoyle duties. 

It might help the reader understand that the back entrance to this building had two sets of doors which is quite common in main entrances.  I heard a noise from behind me, that I’ve since regarded as the inaudible indignation of a Karen or a Trumper whose world shatters when they watch his latest interview.  I did what I always do when I hear some out-of-pocket shit and disassociate, glazing my eyes and letting my focus go to the peripheries, pretending I hallucinated that which has no place in reality. I could feel this piece of shit worth billions stew in his disbelief and maintained my position; I would not be made to suffer the humiliation he expected of all those below him—which let’s be honest, applied to every single person this waste of a man encountered in his life, down to his wife and children.  His driver who was watching us from his seat about to depart looked to me and I yelled over to him, “I think he needs you.”

The loyal dog got out of the vehicle to do his master’s bidding, walked past me, and exchanged a few hushed words with the most powerful man in the west and I heard what put a smile to my face: the squeak of the second set of doors opening for the man in the $70,000 suit.  I could barely contain my laughter but somehow managed to return to my stoic—some say stoned—look on my face as the driver shot me a dirty before peeling away.  I could not believe the impotence displayed by the man who made more money in one minute than I would ever make in my life, the audacity of this glorified skid mark most the sheep of today would pay for the privilege of tossing his salad, the completely ingrained expectations he had of his hardly fellow human beings to forsake dignity to accommodate the exponentially growing delusions of his own worth.

This whimpering echo of a turd leaving its asshole actually thought I was going to hold a door open for him, only to watch him take a half dozen strides, and trip over myself to run around him to hold open yet another set of doors—no doubt prostrating myself while I was at it.  The mass of gall on this man, where his balls should have been.  I couldn’t believe what was happening, I had to pinch myself.  Devil’s advocates can propose perhaps he had a germ phobia, but that is just as feeble an argument as Elon Musk hiding his inhumanity behind autism.  In Islam it is said to be sin to regard oneself as inferior to someone else and the same for the reverse.  I might joke around about sheep and NPC’s but I know fundamentally I’m no better than the next soul, and no one has any right to judge another.  Needless to say, after working at this bank on a handful of occasions including shareholder’s galas, I was never invited to work there again.  Good fucking riddance.

This wasn’t the first time I noticed this growing trend, but with the influx of uncultured techies gentrifying my home it was inevitable to notice the neo-classism that was on the rise.  The way people wanted to put even more distance between their experience and the common person, the aspirations of universal celebrity that came hand in hand with the social media apps developed miles away.  The Bay Area became a lab where all the idiots with laughable amounts of money would foist upon us all their hare-brained ideas and conniving plots to capitalize on the laziness of the human psyche. The behemoth of the Salesforce Tower that could be seen for dozens of miles in any direction was a beacon of what was to come in the coming decades; a city in the clouds where the elite would never have to set foot on the ground again.  So desperately these losers needed to build their castles in the sky that they have been spending billions to correct one notable Millennium Tower that has been sinking on its faulty foundation.

I personally can’t wait for “the Big One” to come and shake the untested black holes of personalities out of their bubbles of hubris and send them back home to whatever dismal existences that bore them.  There was something special to be experienced here, and it can hardly be expressed with mere words.  That which made this place the most accepting, diverse, culturally rich places in this severely scattershot melting pot of a nation has been all but squandered.  I don’t hate techies; I hate techie culture and what it’s done to my home.  The damage has been done, and there is no going back, just like giving the land back to the First Ones is nothing but an empty placation.  The Bay Area was the greatest place left in this shithole of hypocrisy and ignorance, and now it is just another metropolis dominated by Hollywood culture.  The number of conversations I have been made to overhear working in cafes and just on the street with vapid people who need to hear themselves regurgitate an opinion they were incapable of forming on their own would make your head spin. 

If you don’t see the once gainfully employed working multiple jobs, driving Ubers and slaving away to do what the avatar on the app believes is beneath them, then my friend, you have been asleep at the wheel.  If you can’t see the new brand of bigotry that is forming, which will prevail even if my halfway joking vision of world peace by way of mandating interracial promiscuity is made a reality and everyone is the same bland beige color, you had better hope you are one of the pretty ones. 

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When Silicon Valley Bank collapsed on March 10, Garry Tan, president and CEO of startup incubator Y Combinator, called SVB’s failure “an extinction level event for startups” that “will set startups and innovation back by 10 years or more.” People have been quick to point out how quickly the cadre of small-government, libertarian tech bros has come calling for government intervention in the form of a bailout when it’s their money on the line.

Late yesterday, the US government announced that SVB depositors will regain access to all their money, thanks to the Federal Deposit Insurance Company's backstop funded by member banks. Yet the shock to the tech ecosystem and its elite may still bring down a reckoning for many who believe it’s got nothing to do with them.

SVB’s 40,000 customers are mostly tech companies—the bank provided services to around half of US startups—but those tech companies are tattooed into the fabric of daily lives across the US and beyond. The power of the West Coast tech industry means that most digital lives are rarely more than a single degree of separation away from a startup banking with SVB.

The bank's customers may now be getting their money back but the services SVB once provided are gone. That void and the shock of last week may cause—or force—startups and their investors to drastically change how they manage their money and businesses, with effects far beyond Silicon Valley.

Most immediately, the many startups who depended on SVB have workers far from the bank’s home turf. “These companies and people are not just in Silicon Valley,” says Sarah Kunst, managing director of Cleo Capital, a San Francisco firm that invests in early-stage startups.

Y Combinator cofounder Paul Graham said yesterday that the incubator’s companies banking with SVB have more than a quarter of a million employers, around a third of whom are based outside California. If they and other SVB customers suffer cash crunches or cut back expansion plans, rent payments in many parts of the world may be delayed and staff may no longer buy coffees and lunches at the corner deli. Cautious about the future, businesses may withhold new hires, and staff who remain may respond in kind, cutting local spending or delaying home purchases or renovation work.

The second- and third-order impacts of startups hitting financial trouble or just slowing down could be more pernicious. “When you say: ‘Oh, I don’t care about Silicon Valley,’ yes, that might sound fine. But the reality is very few of us are Luddites,” Kunst says. “Imagine you wake up and go to unlock your door, and because they’re a tech company banking with SVB who can no longer make payroll, your app isn’t working and you’re struggling to unlock your door.” Perhaps you try a rideshare company or want to hop on a pay-by-the-hour electric scooter, but can’t because their payment system is provided by an SVB client who now can’t operate.

Some people affected by the bank’s collapse will be in much more precarious situations than some of the monied investors and tech insiders tweeting through the crisis. California lawmaker Scott Wiener, a member of the state’s senate, tweeted over the weekend that an unnamed payroll processing company based in San Francisco whose customers employ “tens of thousands” of workers had banked with SVB. The average salary of those workers is around $48,000, he said, and they work in businesses including pizza places, taco joints, and bike shops. “It’s not just a tech thing,” he said.

The collapse of SVB could become a painful lesson in how the sector dubbed “tech” is much broader than many realize. “Every tech company is a normal business that has suppliers who provide things,” says Dom Hallas, executive director of the Coalition for a Digital Economy, which represents startups in the UK, “They’re not all whizzy companies with names that have no vowels in them.”

On March 12, SVB’s UK subsidiary was bought by HSBC, another banking group, in a private sale brokered by the government.

SVB’s failure will also have longer-term impacts beyond the next few weeks and months. The collapse of the leading specialist in providing financial services to tech companies could make it harder for the next generation of startups to find what they need to build their business. And after witnessing the herd-like, Twitter-fueled rush to pull money out of SVB, other banks may be cautious toward tech out of fear of experiencing the same problems SVB faced.

There is also concern that as in past financial crises, problems at one bank help expose or even trigger more at others. An SVB executive reached by WIRED yesterday, speaking anonymously because they were not authorized to speak for the company, acknowledged failures at the bank but urged lawmakers to take a wider view of the situation. “An institution like ours is integral to the tech economy,” the executive says. “The biggest message is for our politicians to realize this could be a contagion if it trickles to regional banks. It’s small tech. It’s not big tech that are our clients.”

Startups need bank accounts and other services to secure investment from venture capitalists and put it to work. New financial friction for the sector could become a brake on future tech development. Government funding of technologies such as GPS has helped the tech sector, but “the vast majority of consumer technology funding isn’t coming from governments and universities in America,” says Kunst of Cleo Capital. “It’s coming from the private sector, and the private sector is going to be hamstrung in the ability to raise and deploy that money.”

The tech sector is known for its boundless—sometimes irrational—optimism, and some caught in the crisis hope that good may come from it. Kunst hopes other banks will step in to pick up SVB’s customers and become more engaged with the startup scene. “I think you’re going to see more and more bigger banks of all sizes getting excited about having tech customers,” she says, giving startups more options than they had before. To get to that point, however, we have to get through the next few days and weeks—which could be trickier than expected.

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SUMMER BISHIL // have you seen AUTUMN MORGAN around the crash site? we’re trying to make sure they’re still alive after the crash! according to the manifesto SHE/THEY is a 32 year old ENBY PERSON. i hear they’re known being a DANCE INSTRUCTOR. AUTUMN is also known to be FUNNY yet also PESSIMISTIC at times. we have a couple questions for AUTUMN when we find HER/THEM, we heard something about a secret they might have? such as they write jack/sam stargate fanfic! (Robin, 28, GMT, he/they

TW: divorse, family death

Autumn “Autie” Hope Morgan was born on the 4th of May to a Australian woman (an absolute hippie) who runs a New Age trinket and bookstore and a American nursing student in Melbourne, Australia. They were raised most of their life there until her father and mother divorced when she was 10. After this point, she would spend weekends with her dad, but they spent the majority of their time with her mum.

They also have two half siblings who she was raised with by her mother and stepfather Todd. When Autumn was 21 their father moved back to the USA in order to be closer to his parents, which was initially very hard for Autumn because she and her dad are close. They struggled with the idea of not being able to drive and see him. After then she would visit her father and then later step mother and half siblings in San Fransisco as often as they could make the trip. Of course it wasn’t the same.

They were diagnosed in her early teens with autistic spectrum disorder (ASD) and they had three clear special interests: Stargate SG1, survival documentaries and ballet. She can cycle through the intensity of these interests but in the end they’re always there. They have a collection of Stargate memorabilia, all of their well-loved (read: now grainy from being rewound so much) VHS copies of the series, as well as a laserdisc copy of the original Kurt Russell movie.

As for the survival documentaries, she’d often video record those too so she could rewatch them at their leisure. They’d often put one or other of these on while working on the paperwork that naturally comes with a business, just to feel like they had some company while they worked.

Her mum very much leaned into the latter, providing them with as much resources as she had to peruse ballet lessons growing up, along with other kinds of dance, though ballet was always their passion. She practised hard, and had a natural talent, and performed for several years with The Australian Ballet, until she retired from performing at 30 in order to go into teaching dance instead, which allowed them a lot more flexibility outside of work.

After their grandfather passed, Autumn travelled to San Francisco to attend her his funeral and to spend time with her father and her wider family. Once she’d finished visiting with her family and headed home, she took her half-sister Lyla with her, as she had planned a holiday in Australia and wanted some moral support. They and their sister boarded flight AA78 expecting to have nice time after a not so nice family event.

Unfortunately for them, the universe had other plans…

Full Name: Autumn Hope Morgan Nickname/Alias: Autie, A Gender: Enby Pronouns: She/They (please mix these up) Orientation: Bisexual & Panromantic Ethnicity: Indian, Mexican & English Nationality: Australian  Diagnoses: Autistic Age: 32 Birthday: 4th May Birthplace: Melbourne, Australia Occupation: Dance (usually ballet) instructor, retired ballerina Secret: they write Jack/Sam Stargate SG1 fanfic Faceclaim: Summer Bishil

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