Why I worry for my un/underemployed friends…

…or, statistics are valid best when comparing apples to apples (not Google Maps to Apple Maps, however):

Amazingly, a new look at statistics from reason.com shows that Bush’s record on job creation was better than Obama’s.  Of course, Bush was able to grow the public payroll — different times, my friends, different expectations…

However, I ask myself, what about the quality or standard of life that these jobs provided, public or private, during both the Bush and Obama administrations?

Now you see why I can’t see Obama is any different than his predecessors.  But maybe that’s the point of the whole process?

Hope, change, thousand points of light — does any of it matter as long as we feed from the same Koolaid-flavoured trough?

Oh well, back to the future…if only I had Dad as a counterpoint to my arguments…maybe Mom can give me her input and get me off this track of thinking the Romney/Obama ticket makes no sense…

Next on the list…

Or, is your shipping lane open for business?

While I stood folding clothes in the master bedroom last night, I saw in my thoughts an image that startled me – a protest on sea, where crude oil-laden ships were blockaded by the simplest of technologies.

Some images are truly figments of my imagination.

I hope this one is, too…

Else, the image of Obama repeating history, a black man subject to the whims of his virtual white wife (H. Clinton), just like his father before him, will set a bad precedent for national decisionmaking issues in the not-so-distant future. We only think we can escape history, don’t we?

I’m glad that my thoughts are dominated by humorous renditions of current events, rather than trying to believe that writing an alternative parallel universe in a blog is anything close to the reality of a world that treats the blog as anything more than a subset of states of energy.

When was the last time you looked at the inequality inherent in the atomic chemistry chart (“periodic table of elements”) that dominates many a school science lab? Social engineering is built into classrooms, setting a stage that makes it easy to distinguish the public education students from the rest.

And makes my humorous views easier to generate…

How shall the storyline entertain me today?

Der Spiegel und The Beagle

Have you ever read a story where the main characters you’d grown to love simply disappeared?

In such a case, the writer had better hook the readers strongly because a storyline is as much about the characters as about the plots.

Or is it?

In this storyline, where billions of us depend on each other for fuel, food, clothing and shelter, what happens to the storyline if we all disappear?

After all, aren’t we also the readers?

Or are we?

What if this story was written for (a set or sets of) states of energy that are not of our genetic code sequence?

Perhaps I am giving too much away at this juncture.  I don’t know.

We can spend time here arguing about whether the best storyline shows or tells but in either case the storyline is and the storyline continues with or without us.

It is in that direction that our storyline proceeds from this point.

How our lives do or do not connect to the storyline from this point forward is up to your interpretation.

We in this storyline who have served as characters on the Committee who assigned subcommittees to put into play certain events may reappear but our appearance is irrelevant.  We are like the fables of old.  No, we ARE the fables of old, retold.

There will be members of the billionaires club whom you may recognise playing games with your lives for pure entertainment.  We ask that you cooperate kindly and act out your roles with the dignity and grace you deserve.

As for me, I return to my humble self, squeezing technology in my fingers until stories drip out like blood from turnips, relying on my network of spies out in the open sending the most obvious signs of what happens [supposedly] behind closed doors, where my spies stand and listen to the conversations as people walk out and about on their walkabouts, looking for phrases and word trails that give away thought patterns which fill in the blank places that shape the missing information clear as dry pavement under umbrellas in the rain.

= = =

Thanks to Anthony at Best Buy Mobile, Patty at Dreamland BBQ, and the kids working in the Madison Square Mall, which is so much like a ghost town it ought to be converted into a business office mall or headquarters for a bunch of incubated startups on the edge of one of the largest technology parks in America — talk about an ideal place for synergy!

Link of the day: affiliate marketing for a favourite product line of mine.

Two Intel news bits about intel:

  1. The decline of server manufacturers is not highly exaggerated
  2. Yet another story about a breakthrough product using radio

A bonus about what Amazon, a server designer/manufacturer in its own right, is doing with virtual server capacity.

More news for the snooze

Earlier today, the government denied receiving accurate intelligence that terrorist groups had devised a reliable method of deploying IEDs in the shape of road reflectors, traffic calming “bumps” and other methods, including fake potholes and manholes, to disrupt the economy.

Spokesperson for the government, Jes Kiddin, adamantly denied the allegations that intelligence gathering is performed by 15-year old hackers, not seasoned employees of the military/spy agencies.

“We have never implemented a policy of using underaged children to determine how foreign governments use pop music to insert subliminal messages into their people; instead, we accept or wish we could collect taxes from corporations that regularly use and abuse children in order to profit from our middle-class people willing to pay full retail prices because we’ve convinced them to pay full retail taxes, too.”

In related news, the Revenue Extortion Service has banned all use of tax preparation software and/or person(s) acting as individual tax preparer(s) that permits any deductions from the full tax burden every citizen must share in order to prop up what pundits are calling the Greatest Ponzi Scheme of All Time.  Anyone caught claiming tax deductions, no matter their wealth status, will be denied citizenship and deported to Switzerland.  Rumours that millions of poor and middle-class people claiming tax deductions to join rich American expats in Switzerland have not been confirmed.  Similar rumours of French citizens with dual Belgian citizenship accepting banishment to Monaco have been confirmed.

Back to the news currently in progress that tries to stir people to care about the earnings redistribution business calling itself a government.

In a conversation with my group of diverse friends…

Finally, some real entertainment news for the U.S. election season to wake me up from the doldrums!  I knew my friends would produce stupendous headlines to keep me from nodding off into the morning bowl of oatmeal, drool running from mouth down the sides of the tablet PC scrolling international news because the tickle of my chin hairs felt like a finger swipe as I snored.

I spoke to a few sets of friends to get their take on what they’d like to see, the news behind the news…

In Republican-friendly news publications today, a documentary purported to have been recorded while Obama’s father was alive reveals that the ultimate plan of the Obama family was to work covertly with the bin Laden tribe to give Iran the capabilities to build a nuclear bomb, destroying Israel once and for all.

In Arabic-language news publications today, the Islamic leaders who, Allah be praised, believe that no man can purely be of two religions, asked their followers to prove, once and for all, whether Obama should have to demonstrate true loyalty to his professed religion, Christianity, or loyalty to the religion of his father, Islam, Allah be praised.

In science news today, a group of first graders asked President Obama to read a passage of one of his autobiographies to show where, in his youth, he was first inspired to want to put politics ahead of a promising career in science, technology, engineering or mathematics.

The construction industry today announced a new plan to work with the Obama administration to boost business, including support for several legislative acts that reduce government spending to prevent the U.S. from receiving a lowered value from a bogus rating agency by eliminating all environmental, labour and other regulations that slow construction and force businesses to give highly-inflated wages, safe working conditions and allegedly competed contracts for government construction projects but, instead, will include enough bribesgraft…off-the-book fees to fill the government’s coffers without increasing taxes or imposing the need for ethical policies and procedures.

The Society for Creative Anachronisms announced a new category called The Crusades that re-enacts the European kings’ actions to placate their people in honouring popular religious practices such as Catholicism and worship of popular political figures like Obama by staging a series of Muhammadan protests in the old Ottoman Empire, making the U.S. military and its allies perform the role of the Crusaders by defending U.S. interests in north Africa and the Holy Land.

Zionist websites today decried the mistake of electing Obama president of the United States, seeing their worst fears realised as Obama makes a ploy to solidify himself as leader of the Muslims, perhaps even declaring Islam as the only true world religion, indicated in his obvious snub of Netanyahu as a pretext to announce Iran as a nuclear power in violation of the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty that Israel may or may not have also violated.

Apocalyptic Christians started gathering at a secret commune in preparation for the end of the world as predicted would take place when war broke out in the Middle East, dragging the major world powers into mutual destruction.

The spirit of Carl Sagan sighed today while he waited breathlessly to see if his forecast for a nuclear winter would finally come to pass.

Baseball fans, clueless about world events, placed their bets on which teams would take the final wildcard positions before the regular season ended, a few wondering if Obama had a favourite team in America’s game.

Apple fanboys the world over sliced and diced the news about the latest cookie cutter phone labeled the iPhone 5, praising and condemning the new phone’s hardware specs at the same time that news about political uprisings and Obama’s responses/rebuttals scrolled by on their screens during Internet throughput tests.

Film producers announced the formation of a corporation to start preproduction on a movie titled “Trading Places 2,” where Eddie Murphy, now a retired multimillionaire, is conned into trading places with an out-of-work scientist who has a Nobel Prize in Physics, which the producers hope will inspire the next generation of kids to forgo a career in business for a STEM career much like the original “Trading Places” inspired kids to trade a life of street crime for a life of Wall Street crime, leading to the Great Depression by logical extension.

District 12

From my nephew, Jonathan, via email:

Check out this Kickstarter for a power monitoring device that straps on your existing power meter: http://t.co/Aykdtkab via @kickstarter

My wife and I bit the bullet, so to speak, buying smartphones tonight.  She got the Apple iPhone 4S and I got the Samsung Galaxy SIII.

Her iPhone sits in her purse while she plays games on her iPad 1 this evening and I sit here in the study typing on an old Compaq C501NR laptop computer while the Samsung phone is on the computer desk in the living room where my wife is also watching the TV show, “Leverage.”

Maybe tomorrow I’ll run some throughput speed tests of the AT&T 4G LTE network and later the WiFi hotspot capability using my iPad 2 and a Sylvania Android tablet as test subjects.

One never rests from one’s thought sets developed in previous occupational habits such as test engineer.

When I stopped looking at the rise and fall and rise and fall of daily readership levels, I found freedom in writing blog entries for the sake of a storyline rather than for the sake of making myself popular/likable by people I know only by their favouring my blog with a view and a like or two.

Ernest Hemingway died before I was born — his influence upon me is historical rather than living.  Same for Dorothy Parker.  Which leads to another disjointed thought…

Sadly, I must give this storyline a new direction, one which requires a day or two of concentration on esoteric subjects I know little about.

Talk to you soon…

A nod to Roy and Megan at Walmart; the team at Buenavista; Renee and others at Beauregard’s; Joe and Jenn at KCDC; Phillip, Jordan, Steven and Cedric at AT&T; the usual and new smiling faces at Publix; Theresa at Mapco; Allison at Raffaele’s (note: my mother taught one of the owner’s sons, a student of hers when she was a first grade teacher many years ago, to improve his English by encouraging the family to spend less time speaking Italian at home).

With so many teachers out of work across the country, is now a good time to perform a giant experiment in Chicago, getting rid of the old system and trying a new one?  After all, if the students’ performance is as bad as they say, would it hurt to throw out the broken system and start anew, bringing in a whole slew of nonunion teachers teaching/coaching an immersive education program that provides low pay but high bonuses for teachers whose students become more curious and make continuous improvement an ingrained way of thinking rather than a “must do” chore to survive one’s childhood years before getting out of the system and becoming whatever unmotivated/dropout students tend to become?

Oh well, that’s not where this storyline is going but I had to put it out there.

13,755 Days to Go

In the warm evenings of the year, I sleep on a sofa in the sunroom, often woken up by my wife on her way to work.

This morning, after my wife left, I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet and opened my eyes to see a squirrel licking up the dew on top of one of the skylights.

On the driveway yesterday, a line of ants moved back and forth from one location to another, unencumbered by hungry predators, the ants walking around dry leaves and hickory nuts that fall from trees in this miniseason of early autumn.

The sounds of residential construction hit my ears — hammering, sawing, splintering wood — and I wonder about not just the waste and fraud in the medical business but the waste and redundancy in construction.

As long as it’s cheaper to dump leftover construction material in landfills, we have no incentives to drive innovation in construction methods unless there’s also a profit motive.

How can we increase the profit motive without imposing fees or adding regulatory disincentives?

For instance, what happens to old material — shingles, tiles, sheet metal, nails, underlayment — after a house is reroofed?

Where are the innovators in the reuse/recycle field?

We can easily see the potential energy of water behind a dam but we can’t see the potential energy of material in a house before remodeling?

I look through the lens of my eyes and all I see are sets of states of energy devoid of anthropomorphic qualifications.

What if we all saw life that way, how some states of energy bond more readily than others, rather than superficial qualities that are in meme states only?

Outside the window, the redbud leaf that is full of holes and starting to yellow has a sense of beauty about it but beauty is truly only in the eyes of the beholder.  The holes chewed in the leaf indicate a set of states of energy found the leaf material useful for strengthening its bonds, not for any sense of beauty I may assign either one.

Let us not confuse our brain’s excess capacity for making sense of the world around us for more than what it always is — adapting to our environment to improve our chances to reproduce our sets of states of energy.

Some useful websites for today:

Fifty years until the next generation of real innovation?

I’m floating in a thought set of two Thai teas right now so my ability to pull memories out of the nether reaches of the brain is muddled.

What is the difference between idol worshipers and the idolised?

What makes groups of people find true innovation?

Imagine the following conversation…

= = = = =

Today, we have brought together some of the brilliant geniuses of the past (as opposed to the non-brilliant ones, that is) — Tesla, Eastman, Marconi, Edison, Nakamatsu, Einstein, Khayyám, Curie — in order to find out their thoughts about today’s revolution in technology.

Moderator: “Gentlemen and lady, welcome.”

All: “Thank you.”

Moderator: “During this time of year, technology vendors tell us about their latest offerings in the open market.  We’d like your opinions about their engineering achievements.”

Curie: “I am a scientist, not an engineer.”

Einstein: “Me, too.”

Moderator: “No problem.  We only want your opinion about the practical applications of research you performed in your lifetimes.”

Curie: “Please proceed, Monsieur.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Over the past few days, we have seen many devices demonstrated by company executives that are meant to simplify…”

Eastman: “Are you saying that executives themselves are simplifying something?”

Moderator: “No.  Let me finish and you see what I am trying to say.”

Edison:  “As both inventor and company man, I can tell you that simplifying your work for the public is no easy challenge.  Why, look at Tesla here.  Does anyone remember who he is.  I bet Westinghouse would have a thing or two to add if he were he.  By the way, where is he?”

Moderator: “Well, we put out a call for him but instead, strangely enough, we received an RSVP from a musical act calling itself AC/DC.”

Edison: “Very interesting.  Yet, you also invited me.  Were you trying to send a message?”

Marconi: “Who, me?”

Moderator: “No.  Please let me continue…”

Curie: “Gentlemen.  Let our moderator finish what he had to say.”

Moderator: “Thank you.  Anyway, we have a lot of devices to talk about so I’ll get right to it.  We have placed on the table in front of you several of the latest products — some of them still in the prototype stage — that we would like you to comment upon.  Let’s start with this one, the Motorola Droid Razr Maxx HD.  Who would like to comment first?”

Tesla: “Okay, I will bite.  What is this interesting toy?”

Moderator: “This is a mobile phone.”

Tesla:  “A phone, you say?  Where is the receiver?”

Moderator: “Well, that’s the thing, sir.  You see, it is the receiver.”

Tesla: “A-ha.  I see this is like a tiny television, is it not?”

Moderator: “Yes.  Good analogy.  You’ll also be glad to know that it uses wireless technology to send and receive radio signals…”

Marconi:  “A wireless?  Why didn’t you say so?  How do you power this device?”

Moderator: “With a battery.”

Edison: “AC or DC current?”

Moderator: “DC.”

Edison: “Very exciting.  I can see why Westinghouse chose not to show up.  What about this musical act, AC/DC?  Did they finally decline the invitation?”

Moderator: “No, they decided to show up by proxy.  Here, let me show you.  Mr. Marconi, if you will hand me the phone…?”

Marconi: “Certainly.”

Moderator: “I’ll just bring up the music app…”

Eastman: “‘Music app’?”

Moderator: “Oh, sorry.  This phone has its own built-in memory…uh, well, not unlike camera film…”

Eastman: “Really?”

Moderator: “No…I mean…well, Ms. Curie, your research into radioactivity, combined with Einstein’s work on relativity, has opened up many engineering and science fields, including work on erasable memory.”

Tesla: “You can erase memories now?  Fascinating…”

Moderator: “Well, not human memories, I mean…”

Tesla: “Oh?  Well, that’s too bad.  Imagine being able to erase ordinary memories from your mind so you could create more room for important research…”

Moderator: “Anyway, let’s get back on schedule.  Inside this phone, like most of the devices we’ll review today, are miniaturised computing and memory units, not unlike the analog computers some of you are familiar with.  Back to the demo!  Here is what the rock band AC/DC sounds like…” [plays “Back in Black” by AC/DC]

Einstein: “Very interesting use of distortion…”

Moderator: “Yes, these are electrified instruments.  If you gather closer, you can see the band performing.”

Curie:  “Looks like that young man is wearing his pants a little short, n’est pas?”

Einstein: “I am impressed that the men can see what they’re playing with their hair so long.”

Moderator: “Yes, I understand what you mean.  Anyway, let’s move on.  Here is the next device, the Nokia Lumia 920.”

Tesla: “Why is it sitting on that little hot plate?”

Moderator: “Well, sir, this is exactly the sort of thing I thought you’d appreciate.  The ‘hot plate,’ as you call it, is a wireless charger for the battery.”

Tesla: “Wireless electricity?!  If I was still alive, I would be sainted for this, wouldn’t I?”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  In fact, there is a movement to do just that.”

Tesla:  “All those years in isolation, fearing that no one would understand me in this or any century, let alone on this planet…”

Moderator: “And for you, Mr. Eastman, this phone has a camera.”

Eastman: “What do you mean?”

Moderator: “In fact, there are two cameras, one that faces away from you and one that faces you, which detects your face and will turn off if you stop looking at it.”

Eastman: “Amazing.  But this is all it can do?”

Moderator: “We have more product offerings to show you from manufacturers such as LG, HTC, Amazon and Apple…we can get to those later.  So far, what do you think about our incredible technical achievements?”

Einstein: “I don’t know.  I mean, we had telephones and cameras in my day…”

Tesla: “And I demonstrated wireless radio so long ago…”

Marconi: “No, I did.”

Tesla: “Whatever you choose to believe is up to you…”

Curie: “But what do they do, exactly?”

Moderator: “Madame, these devices — the smartphones and tablets, as we call them — allow scientists and doctors from around the world to gather together in realtime.”

Eastman: “So you have solved the problem of teleportation?”

Edison: “Yes, has the ultimate goal that us scientists, engineers and inventors kept from the public — traveling through space and time — reached fruition?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.  Check this out.  You can see one another’s faces and hear your voices nearly instantaneously, though.”

Tesla: “And all this takes place wirelessly?”

Moderator: “Yes.”

Tesla: “This is all you have achieved in the decades since I’ve been gone?”

Moderator: “Well, not exactly.  We have sent men to the moon…”

Curie: “No women?”

Moderator: “That’s right.  But more than one woman has gone into outer space…”

Curie: “…and cured cancer by now, I imagine.”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Together: A collective sigh.

Tesla: “So what you’re saying is that the work we’ve done is just being worked and reworked all over again, combining and recombining the hard years of research for which we sacrificed our lives, our reputations, our…”

Einstein: “Precisely my thoughts.  I suppose by now someone has absolutely proved or, God forbid, disproved my theories and moved on to more important science?”

Moderator: “Not exactly.”

Einstein: “I see.”

Nakamatsu: “You may think that these are unimportant achievements but I can tell you that the research does not progress as fast as you think it does.  Just like in your day, there is so much competition that a lot of redundancy prevents inventors like us from making significant progress.”

Khayyám: “These smartphones, as you call them.  What else can they do?  The tablets appear to be a magic slate of some kind.”

Moderator: “Yes, sir.  Let me show something that you might find interesting, as simple as it seems to us today — the graphing calculator function.  You just plug in the formula here…and a graph of the formula, or function, is displayed there.”

Khayyám: “Wonderful, wonderful.  It is poetry in motion!”

Tesla: “The more I see these things, the more I ask myself whether you have carried my research to its conclusion.  Can you control minds with these smartphones?  Is there a universal mind behind them?”

Moderator: “Sort of.  Some people call it the web browser-based search engine.  Others call it wikipedia, baidu or google.”

Khayyám: “‘Google’?  Is that a mathematical term?”

Moderator: “In a way, yes.  Some say it is an intentional misspelling of the word ‘googol,’ one followed by 100 zeroes.”

Khayyám: “So the universal mind is truly mathematical?  It is just as I thought.  I can return to my eternal meditation upon the true meaning of the philosophical poet who dabbles in mathematics.”

Moderator: “Well, that’s about all the time we have.  What I’m gathering from you is an intriguing mix of disappointment and satisfaction.”

Tesla: “Yes, your devices are fun to look at.  However, where are the brilliant minds of today?  Have they not advanced science any further?  Are they just building upon our old research?”

Einstein: “I suppose the atomic bomb is a thing of the past by now, given what you’ve shown us, opening up young people across the world to break down barriers of ignorance and connecting together their joy and vigour, ridding the world of unnecessary violence.  No, wait, don’t say it!”

Moderator and Einstein in unison: “Not exactly.”

Moderator: “Thanks again for joining us.  Since it seems I have not completely impressed you with our ‘all-in-one’ devices, let’s reconvene in…let’s say, oh, another 100 years and see if I can’t knock your socks off, as the saying goes.”

Curie: “Don’t call me until you’ve found a cure for radiation poisoning.”

Tesla: “Don’t bother me until they’ve found more practical applications for my inventions like mind control or creating earthquakes to move mountains.”

Khayyám: “Call me anytime but give me more time to wake up from my meditative sleep, next time.”

Einstein: “Hey, if you don’t have to put me back to sleep right now, I won’t complain.”

Nakamatsu: “Wasn’t the floppy disk a great invention?  I thought so.  The tiny memory card there is not so different, is it?  Let me show you what I think it’ll turn into next…”

Edison: “I want to know one thing.  How many iterations will it take until those things are so tiny they’ll fit inside your ear where DC power is the only way to go?  Take that, Westinghouse, wherever you are!”

Marconi: “I’m with Tesla on this one, despite our previous differences.”

Tesla: “It’s about time…”

Moderator: “Yes, the concept of time is still something we share in common.  Until next time, dear readers!”

 

The Uncool Factor

Do you watch minitrends come and go, wishing you’d joined in or at least made some snarky comment at the end of a news article about one?

Trendspotting is as much a trendy habit amongst the chattering classes as trainspotting used to be amongst the pocket watch clattering crowds.

Rich or poor, famous or obscure, we live and die, don’t we, as trends pass us by?

Billions of heads bobbing up and down in the soup of life we call our planetary atmosphere.

Will South Koreans stop chasing advanced college degrees in order to get good paying jobs because there aren’t enough jobs for people with tonnes of knowledge shoved into their neurons?

Will the U.S. continue to see a rise in minimum-wage jobs that count toward full employment, even if the workers themselves are underemployed?

How long can the billions, many climbing up to minimum wage jobs and many falling down into minimum wage jobs, survive on promises until the equilibrium is unethically inequal?  Promises compared to what?

These questions I ponder as I process the information I read from a product announcement made earlier today in New York City.

Plenty of people seemed desperate to tell me how great the newest Nokia smartphones will be in someone’s life, if not mine.

It was like listening to futurists tell me they were finally delivering the promises of yesterday’s future visions — flying cars, elevators to the Moon and immortality — that had already fallen out of fashion, no matter how fascinating, technically speaking.

All in a platform that seemed like something I’d seen before…iPod nano:

Versus the latest announcement, the Nokia Lumia 920:

What, no click wheel?  lol

Anyway, looks like the Ballmer/Elop/Harlow ship continues to spring leaks, but not the good kind.  Innovation is not the same as the “cool factor” that eludes many companies unaware of or unable to capture the zeitgeist for their personal use when trying to wow us with unavailable gizmos not a part of our general social sphere.

I think my mind is made up (and I don’t have a mind!) — without pricing or release date for the Nokia/Windows8 phones to go on, and the Nokia 800/900 being a Windows 7 deadend (or nearly so), I’m throwing my money at Samsung and one of its smartphones — probably the Galaxy SIII but possibly the Note II because having a phablet is the whole point of my venture into the smartphone world.

[And Hezbollah, you can kick my shiny, white Aston Martin.]

Middle class or not — you decide…

Reposted from here:

 

Why you’re not actually poor

 

By Kimberlee Stiens, LearnVest

In the “Money Mic” series, LearnVest hands over the podium to someone with a strong opinion on a financial topic. Today, LearnVest reader Kimberlee Stiens explains what she thinks it means to actually be poor – and why most of us aren’t.

I am sick of hearing about the trials and tribulations of the middle class.

Politicians constantly talk about strengthening the middle class (which is shrinking) or accuse their opponents of waging war on it, when I think the middle class, on the whole, has little cause to complain.

I’ve seen women on LearnVest and in my daily life complain about making $40,000 a year, saying that’s not enough to support themselves (to which I would add: “in the lifestyle to which they’ve become accustomed”).

The poverty line in America is $22,350 a year … for a family of four. In 2010, a full 15 percent of Americans lived below this threshold. Most American adults will live below that threshold for at least one year of their lives.

That’s why I think we need to change the way we talk about being poor or middle class.

I know because I grew up poor

I became middle class for the first time ever only about a year ago. I grew up fairly poor, my father being generally unable to keep a job and my mother not having legal standing to work in this country. (Complicated story, but she’s Canadian and only recently got U.S. residency. I think she always intended to go back there.) I graduated college with some $60,000 in student loans and a temporary internship position for a congressional campaign paying $250 a week. At least it came with free housing.

I graduated with a degree in political science and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but was mostly looking for office jobs. When I started college, I harbored the same illusions as the rest of my graduating class: We were freshmen in 2004, when almost all undergrads could count on getting a job after graduation, and we finished college in the middle of the Great Recession.

After the congressional campaign, I worked at a fast-food restaurant for two years while constantly applying for office jobs. I made no more than $10 an hour, with no benefits. So when I managed to get an internship in Washington, D.C., working for the Marijuana Policy Project, I jumped on it. I worked for $9 an hour until I was promoted to my first full-time, salaried position as a membership assistant, at $35,000 a year, with paid vacation and health benefits.

Finally, at age 25, I was middle class, but I didn’t know it yet.

It’s our choices that define us

I work at a nonprofit, a sector where salaries are notoriously low. Yet most of my peers here make at least $30,000 yearly. We all have health care and other benefits.

After I started my job, I realized that, for the first time,my life was no longer about what I could and couldn’t afford. It was about how I chose to spend my money. I could no longer blame the externalities of a cruel world for keeping me down.

Now I’m the office manager and executive assistant to our executive director at the same organization where I had my first internship. I make $39,000 a year (I negotiated my raise!), and live in Washington, D.C., one of the most expensive housing markets in the country. I’m paying off my student loans, and I’m doing fine.

Given that I encounter more than one panhandler on my walk to work each day, it seems delusional that anyone complains that $35,000 a year makes them poor. I live in D.C. and work on the Hill, where there’s a culture of made-up poverty. Many staffers work long hours and live in shared housing, but they all tend to make salaries of at least $25,000 with health benefits (and they have plenty of opportunity to move up after they put in their time). Everyone complains about being poor, but then they go out to drinks each week.

It’s not that they have it easy. They just don’t understand how much easier they have it than some.

Try another perspective

I’m not trying to diminish anyone’s experience. I know that dipping below a standard of living you’ve always enjoyed will feel pretty crappy. My point is that, comparatively speaking, it’s not actually all that crappy. Many middle class people, particularly those who have never really been poor, don’t seem to see that there’s a whole other side to the economy that they never experience, like a writer who struggles to pay for friends’ weddings. I’ve met people who have spent 20 years in food service, with no health care, no bonuses and usually kids to support.

There are middle class people who say they just can’t live in D.C. or New York City on $40,000 a year, but there are also people in those same places living on minimum wage. Take a look at the invisible people around you who make your life tick — your cleaners, the person making your drinks, your interns — and imagine how they make ends meet.

It’s a choice that you make to feel disadvantaged. If you make $33,000 a year, the truth is, you are actually in the top half of wage-earners.

Everyone can, and should, do a little more to manage their finances better. And while studies may show that we don’t feel truly comfortable or secure in our finances until we reach between $50,000 and $75,000 a year, it’s a bit dramatic for people to feel anything other than lucky when depositing their salaried paychecks.

Kimberlee Stiens lives in Washington, D.C., where she works as an office manager for a medium-sized nonprofit. She blogs at Business for Good, not Evil.