By the way: I'm part of a fledgeling housing co-op called Citrus Housing Co-operative Ltd (in Wales, Tai Sitrws). We are buying houses in Manchester and Swansea, and adapting them. All of us are queer or disabled, most both, and many of us have other kinds of oppression. We're fully mutual, so the adult tenants jointly own the houses. We are five adults, four teenagers (one fostered), one cat, and one dog. If you would like to lend us money at compound interest, let's talk: info@sitrws.org . Boosts appreciated in any case.

Okay, actually, I do want to know how people make a living from social media. I've been putting out original content several days a week for over ten years. I make $9 a month from Facebook, and nothing from anywhere else. How do they *do* it?

I wish people would talk more about how programmers get, essentially, groomed into thinking we're special. We get told we're geniuses, and high achievers, and compared to ninjas or rockstars or whatever. (That's their justification for asking you to sign away your right to overtime, and killing off any unionisation effort and any sort of solidarity with other workers.) But we're not rockstars. We talk as though we were a profession, but we're not. We have no regulatory body. We have a representative body that most programmers have never heard of. If we're high flyers then so are the electricians and the plumbers, but you never hear about that.

In "This be the Verse", when it says " Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself." Get out of what? I'd always assumed it meant life, but maybe it just means your birth family.

The hills are alive [oc]

Can anyone tell me whether the Sunday Times Magazine of October 6, 1985, contained an article called "The death of a son" by Dr John Diamond?