| Commune math |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|03:19 am] |
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| | thoughtful | ] | Every once in a while, I have thoughts about a planned community: Something like a commune, but accommodating friends (I hope) of vastly different incomes. Just now, I thought of using a sort of hyperbolic rent/work scheme. The idea is that members contribute both work and money to the commune (thereby covering basic needs: Shelter, food, security, a reasonable amount of utilities, health care as needed and possible), and can choose to do less work if they contribute more money (or vice versa), but *not at a fixed rate of exchange*. (Work would presumably be a mixture of skilled work and rotating grunt work, though I would not attempt to draw a precise line between the two.)
My first attempt at a formula is this: (dollars/week + 50) * (hours/week + 5) = 2250
(The "2250" could be adjusted as needed to account for inflation and the financial needs of the community.)
Each week, for example, you could: Work 5 hours and pay $175; work 10 hours and pay $100; work 15 hours and pay $62.50; work 20 hours and pay $40. If you really want to, you could earn a free ticket by working 40 hours a week, or pay $400 and do no work, but the hyperbolic nature of the curve discourages either of these options. (More on this below.)
There are a couple of ways to look at this. You could see the rent as kind of a tax: Wealthier people will likely pay more and work less. But it would be a voluntary tax, as they could always opt to work as much as everyone else, and keep their money. Meanwhile, those who can't find jobs won't starve -- as long as the commune has enough income from others (or from the fruits of their labor).
Or, as I do, you could see this curve as an opportunity for each person to find a niche tailored to the monetary value of their time. If your figure your time is worth about $13/hour, you could work 8 hours and pay $123.08 per week (because working an hour less than that would cost an extra $14.42, and working an hour more would save only $12.37). If you work a minimum wage ($7.25/hour) job, you could most efficiently work 13 hours at the commune and pay $75 per week from your job earnings. If you hate that job so much that you'd gladly donate two hours at the commune to save yourself one hour of customer service hell, then work 20 hours and pay only $40 per week.
No matter where you are in the curve (except at the ends), you're surrounded by people putting more work into the community than you are (and who are saving less money per hour thereby than you are) and people who are putting more money into the community than you would comfortably be able to. And yet you gain all the benefits of both.* It's a situation made of win.
If you have any income, then you probably want to avoid the "free" 40-hour option -- that 40th hour saves you only $1.14 in rent -- unless you (laudably) enjoy volunteering your work.
The low end of the scale is very steep: The difference between working working 2 hours and not working at all is $128.57. This is to encourage people to participate in the community, even if only to a small extent, so that there's an emotional investment in it. You're less likely to litter if you've had to tidy up the grounds once or twice, for example.
Of course, there are all kinds of adjustments available: A surcharge for nicer housing. Reduced work expectation on students, the elderly and disabled. Increased value to donated work that requires an expensive education (such as medical).
(BTW, rent would be calculated by *average* weekly hours over a long period, so that you don't get shafted by a varied schedule. I'm not trying to be mean here!)
* Just to show that this "benefit" from those around you is not just rhetoric: Consider you, your yuppie friend Alice, your bohemian friend Bob and your impoverished friend Carol. Alice works 5 hours and pays $175. You work 8 hours and pay $123.08. Bob works 12 hours and pays $82.35. Carol works 17 hours and pays $52.27. Alice and Bob work an average of 8.5 hours, and pay an average of $128.68. Hence, on average they work more than you do (by half an hour) *and* pay more than you do (by $5.60). But that benefit is not just at your point on the curve: Bob gets the same benefit from you and Carol, who average half an hour more work than he does, and $5.33 more than he pays.
Why this works: Since each person can choose their point of maximum efficiency on the curve, everyone else on the curve is, from their perspective, contributing less efficiently -- that is, everyone else is contributing *more*.
(Math people: There's no particular need for it to be a hyperbolic curve. I just wanted something smooth and simple, with a negative slope, a positive second derivative, and a steep start. I'd certainly be open to other ideas, if you care to make a case for them.)
(Gratuitous link: Sinbad comic. It starts out okay, and becomes hilarious.) |
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| Interesting week. |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|09:57 pm] |
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| | accomplished | ] | Lately, I've been checking out the northwest annex of Thacher Park, away from the really popular trails. Along an unofficial trail, a raccoon bounded to and climbed a tree, peeking out at me from behind it. Very cute! The view from Hang Glider Cliff was spectacular. I've since brought Karen and zimarra on nice walks there. Still haven't found Hailes Cave, but I finally have the extended map, so maybe next time.
Trimming broken links from my links page, I saw lots of my friends' 15-year-old websites. Congratulations to coffeebeanbean on actually having an updated home page!
On Friday, we helped bury Zimarra's cat, Katana. (Old pictures here. (Warning: Extreme cuteness.)) By the time Karen and I showed up, botia had done most of the work, including buying a flowering almond tree to plant on the grave. We finished the digging, shared some memories, had a little service followed by tea and cinnamon rolls, then brought Zimarra to Schenectady for kitten therapy.
I left to join my friend Becka for what she had been told was a ballroom dance class. It turned out to be a rehearsal for a fairly advanced dance routine, to be performed the next week! We stayed anyway, and tried to keep up, which was tons of fun. I've never been flipped backward so many times in my life!
Saturday: After a brief visit with Zimarra, Karen and I walked around Five Rivers. At Beaver Pond and the tiny artificial pond, we spotted a total of eighteen frogs! The cottonwood seeds falling through sunbeams in the woods, over Vloman's Kill, were lovely to watch. I came upon a deer (yearling, I think) hanging out at my favorite rock skipping spot on the Big Pines trail. That evening, we entertained a couple of friends for dinner and games. It was an awesome day.
Sunday: A fun lunch with Arianto and friends. Four of us used to attend Jeet Kun Do class together, so we reminisced and demonstrated a few moves. Torn between inertia/sloth and dancing, I made the more active choice (as is my guideline, though I don't always follow it), and thoroughly enjoyed the contra dance. (Plus, litemyster and lutraphile were there!)
Gratuitous link: Texts From Last Night. These people are masters of "unreliable narrator" comedy. (Thanks, slipjig!) |
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| Act Utilitarianism and Promise Keeping |
[May. 25th, 2009|12:01 am] |
These wack-ass bitches who try to put down utilitarianism never learn, do they? You can't keep a good philosophy down! Y'all best step off, ‘cause Joe Levy is stepping up to the plate to pinch-hit for my homie, J.S. Mill.
Mill couldn't be bothered to defend utilitarianism from the likes of you. You know why? ‘Cause you got nothin'! You can't touch the Big U!
But Mill's dead, and y'all's runnin' around like you own the place: Talking trash, pointin' out so-called "flaws" and "inadequacies". Why you so smug? Someone gonna put you in your place, and that someone is me!
Today, we gonna bust a myth: ( This damn fool idea that you can't trust us utilitarian homies to keep their word! )
In yo' face, muthafucka. R.I.P. |
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| So we went to the park together; we were walking in the midday sun. |
[May. 14th, 2009|12:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pleased | ] | An update of minor stuff, since I've had nothing major to post about in quite a while:
I finally fixed the basement door to latch properly, due to our sneaky cat, Joshua Underfoot the Flatulent.
zimarra lent us her "Dr. Horrible" DVD for a screening of "Commentary: The Musical" after Absurdity Dinner. Thanks, hon! I've gone way overboard with analysis of "The Chronicles of Aethra," just because I was jonesing to play again, and wished to understand it better. The Schenectady Greenmarket was nice but very windy (to the dismay of the merchants). Maynard Farms (my favorite cider) had a booth! Snakely cuddles and electrical rewiring were later had at icarusfallen8 and botia's place. Karen made bacon-wrapped bacon with bacon sauce. Have I mentioned that my Karen rocks?
( Lots of walks lately... )
Gratuitous links: Breathalyzer Fail had me laughing out loud. Having finished reading FMyLife (which was quite entertaining), I feel validated in my opinion that cell phones cause more problems than they solve. |
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| Armpits and Avenues and Alligators (Oh my!) |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|01:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pleased | ] | I just recorded a song I wrote a while ago, and uploaded it to YouTube: Get Your Hand Out Of My Armpit
Karen and I received "Avenue Q" tickets as birthday presents from Jay and Barbara, and we all saw it two weeks ago at Proctor's. Despite the fact that I have the soundtrack memorized, it was awesome. hotspurre and auntiegrizelda (reportedly with a large SCAdian group) ran into us there, which was nice.
We then spent most of the past week with relatives in Florida, which was very nice. The Morikami Museum and Japanese Gardens and our trips to various wetlands were spectacular, as always.
Gratuitous link: Don't Be That Guy. (Generalizable to people with privilege, it's advice to help males avoid being unintentionally creepy or obnoxious when interacting with females. With links to other relevant documents. Very considerate writing style, for a rant.) |
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| Random gig and stuff. |
[Jan. 16th, 2009|04:44 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | recumbent | ] | Happy birthdays (recently) to slipjig and auntiegrizelda, and (soon) to nonnihil, ratatosk and shockwave!
I wound up unexpectedly playing a short gig at Valentine's, because a friend of a friend was in a bind and needed a guitarist. Strange world. (Valentine's is even more Not My Scene than most bars are.) I had to learn and rearrange several new songs in a few days, but it worked out. And I got to harmonize on vocals, which I always enjoy.
Thank you, data_scavengers, for letting me know about the sequels to Bridge of Birds! My sweetie and I had a delightful time reading Story of the Stone to each other, and we'll be starting the next one soon.
Gratuitous links: Straight No Chaser's wonderful a capella "12 Days of Christmas" arrangement. (Thanks, zimarra!) And the hilarious saga of "Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About". (Thanks, lundegaard!)
Holiday gifts this year mostly involved giving to charities, since we don't need more stuff. (At least, not stuff that falls within our holiday budgets. I could probably use a new computer.)
This subject turns my mind back to the question of charity efficiency. (I don't mean the proportion of fundraising that goes toward actual projects rather than administration and further fundraising.) Which charities are the most efficient (for your charity dollar) at, say, saving human lives? How about improving peoples' lives? Helping animals? These are difficult things to measure, but someone must have already made an effort.
( A few recent pictures, including a backward battery! ) |
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| Whoa. |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|12:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Elated | ] | It's unique in my experience, to see a good guy heading to the white house.
(Clinton was a lesser evil. Obama is one of the good guys.)
It's not just something new; it's a paradigm shift. A "Wait, that can actually happen?" moment. Sure, I know about Lincoln (the man was a righteous dude), but I really didn't know that a good man could become a U.S. president in this age of corruption. (Heck, my mind boggles that an outspoken good man like Tom Harkin can be a senator.)
And not only that. Our nation just halted its fast-track nosedive toward instating the Fourth Reich. Seriously, not only did something remarkably good just happen, an epic level catastrophe was also averted! That is cause for some serious celebration.
To all of my friends who have been helping people vote: Thank you! Holy shit, thank you! |
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| Just in case... |
[Oct. 30th, 2008|01:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hopeful | ] | ... Is anyone reading this living in a swing state (or a swing district of Maine or Nebraska*) and not planning to vote for Obama? If so, care to talk about it? I promise to try not to be obnoxious, despite the fact that I care very much.
* Maine and Nebraska assign electoral votes individually by congressional district. Plus two more for the statewide majority winner. |
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| Sushi |
[Oct. 9th, 2008|03:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | longing | ] | Sushi
Happy birthday, gapunzel!
Albany area people: I want to trade info on sushi places! I know some of them, but there are lots I haven't been to, and I could use some recommendations.
( Here are my mini reviews. )
Gratuitous link: A funny Japanese commercial. (Thanks, zimarra!) |
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| "Am I a good person?" |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|12:33 am] |
Some very simple philosophy of self evaluation.
Two years ago, a friend of mine was weighed down by the question, "Am I a good person?"
I told him that, objectively, there is no answer to this question. I put aside the fact that "good" depends on values, since he does in fact have values by which to judge. More importantly, asking this as a yes/no question meant that he had to set a standard, a bar above which one was "good," and below which one was "not good". This is clearly an absurd and arbitrary thing to do: Do you set the bar at some person like Shakyamuni Buddha? Mahatma Gandhi? Senator Tom Harkin? Good luck living up to it. How about the median person? No, that just arbitrarily defines half of humanity as "good" and the other half as "not good". What use is that?
A much more useful question is, "Am I a better person than I was?" (Say, a year ago.) This is about growing, rather than merely being. He was very happy with this rephrased question, and with his answer to it.
Don't spend time berating yourself for not being what you are not, or congratulating yourself on being what you are. Just work to improve yourself. It's a simple and satisfying goal. |
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| The Centrist, volume 4 |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|06:03 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | humor | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Snarky | ] |
Please forgive me. I couldn't help snarking about the credit crunch. (And yes, I would land right on the bloody heap of all my friends who jump off the Empire State Building.)
I've started putting The Centrist on my website, so here is the latest one.
I haven't posted any birthday wishes in two months. (Bad Joe!) Happy belated birthdays to: leora, eirias, ___jonathan, beth_leonard, madmanatw, darch, kirinn and qhudspeth! |
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| Iliad Fanfic |
[Sep. 16th, 2008|03:48 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | humor | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Literary | ] |
I just finished reading the Iliad. There's an unintentionally silly bit at the end of the wrestling match between Odysseus and Great Ajax, during the funeral games for Patroclus. It struck me as so odd that I decided to write a short, funny story around it. (Note: Familiarity with the Iliad is not necessary to enjoy this.)
Here it is: Conundrum of the Prizes
Gratuitous links: Goblins: I'd describe it as yet another fantasy gamer comic, but that's a different comic (and a decent one at that). "Goblins" got really good after a while: Keep reading; it's worth it.
leora reminds us of what the election is about. |
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| Cyborg |
[Sep. 12th, 2008|11:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | humor | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | silly | ] |
I received a job-scouting letter, and sent this response:
Mr. [software developer],
Thank you for the letter expressing interest in my services. I apologize for my delay in responding to you: My special ops mission in Mozambique took longer than anticipated.
You seek a Cyborg developer. As you will see from a closer look at my Monster.com listing, I am in fact a cyborg warrior. Not quite the same thing. Still, it is gratifying to learn that, contrary to my belief, not all positions for cyborg developers were eliminated following the unfortunate "noodle incident" caused by my successor's faulty heads-up display and a poorly labeled munitions dump.
I am sorely in need of an upgrade to my friend-or-foe auto-targeting AI. (Collateral damage in my most recent missions have been within "acceptable" parameters, but just barely.) If your search for a "cyborg developer" proves fruitful, and he, she or it is interested in some freelance work, please send them my way. Intimate knowledge of stinger missile racks and visual-cortex-to-infrared-sensor (360 degree) splicing, as well as rust prevention measures, would be most helpful.
Thank you and good luck, "Joseph" v. 3.04b |
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| Repair work. |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|04:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] | I fixed the leak! I had never removed a toilet before, but replacing the gasket was easy and cheap (and messy). We no longer have toilet water dripping onto the dryer! (Ew.)
Today, I disassembled my headlight. Inside, there's an actual container of headlight fluid, mounted toward the front! WTF?
Gratuitous links: Two Dr. Horrible fan videos that I enjoyed, and the third, over-the-top installment of Marvel/DC (Iron Man/Batman). |
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| Laundry day: See you there! |
[Aug. 26th, 2008|02:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] | Karen and I just started up a Chore Wars household. It was fun the first day; I hope it continues to be.
Sorry to sound like a broken record: I've just put up a Dr. Horrible fan page. It has some observations, and chords/tabs/lyrics for three songs.
A funny movie trailer parody. (Thanks, akiko!) (I'd recommend watching the actual trailer, just below it, first.) |
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