I could have sworn they stopped making these.

A reminder that stocks are far less indicative of the actual value of a company than the perceived value.

What bugged me about this show is, aside from being terrible generally speaking, it makes fun of passion. I know you’re thinking, What? But it does.

I can guarantee you that there is plenty of non-monetary benefit to be reaped from Ford paying that quarter billion in taxes over 34 years, too. And as we’ve seen in just about every area—value chains, labor markets, and investment opportunities—the race to the bottom doesn’t end up working out well for any…

“Loans”. Great. So is this tax abatement a loan with interest, or basically a grant with no interest, i.e. free money? And while I’m planning on moving to a state with nursing unions, say that hypothetically I have a family and children and can’t just uproot them for my own benefit. What then?

These development incentives basically never pay off, because specific benefits are asked for from the government—tax breaks—and, generally, specific benefits are never demanded from the company in such a way that they actually offset the cost of the incentive.

Really? So moving money from people with a smaller marginal propensity to consume—the wealthy, who can afford basically anything they want, and therefore have no real reason to buy more—to a larger marginal propensity to consume—the poor, who can afford basically nothing they need, and therefore will spend every cent…

“Aren’t all white people indoctrinated as racists in America? No, you may not be holding a tiki torch on a college campus, but you voted for Donald Trump, and excuse his racism, so...”

But ought’nt a bigger engine spend more time at lower revs, and thereby consume less fuel? “No replacement for displacement”?

So, my plan is, in 2 years, after finishing nursing school, trade in my ‘06 Forester—which is inferior to an Ioniq in just about every way—for a new one of these. Then I do travel nursing a few years to pay off student debts, driving across the country in my lil’ hybrid using as little gas as possible. After a while,…

Because disabilities—and that’s what they are—are expensive to cater to, and important as it is to address them in real life, there’s no reason not to picture them being totally resolved and a non-issue in a future world where science is cheap and plentiful.

They’d look better smaller and less angle-y.

I can’t be the only one hoping--against all likelihood--that the first dedicated N Hyundai is a revived Tiburon, using the G70's shortened RWD platform with room under the hood for a revvier version of the Tau V8.

Just a reminder that Atkinson cycle four-cylinder engines from both Toyota and Hyundai are at or slightly above 40% thermal efficiency. The cost of and complexity of these opposed-piston engines--combined with the naturally-higher emissions of a two-stroke engines--mean that they’re likely to remain extremely niche,…

Well, the point of this study would still stand even if smartphone usage were a factor as well—regardless of how likely to be hit due to distracted driving/walking, if/when you’re hit, you’re more likely to die if hit by an SUV.

“Rules are rules” is the rule for fools.

Maybe he thought she’d be better without him. Maybe he knew that, as bad as he may have felt about his life, he knew that many others had it far, far worse, and the guilt of depression and not being able to fully appreciate everything he has just made him feel worse about himself and that much less worthy of being…

Oh, I’ve considered it, but the fuel economy seems to fall short of what I’d like from a car, especially one of its size, and I cannot stand leather seats, which come standard in all of the turbo Elantra models for reasons I’m sure I don’t understand.

Honestly, this car was going to be competing with the Accord for my ‘06 Forester-replacement dollars in a few years, once nursing school is behind me, but then we hit a snag. The cylinder-deactivation system on the 2.5L doesn’t come with a manual transmission. It’s probably a silly thought, but I don’t want to be…

Responses like this always remind me of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen skit: