Celebrating Memorial Day (Eve) with The Boss

I celebrated Memorial Day in the normal way, by walking over to the Boston Common (alas, in the rain - this picture is from a kinder, gentler weather year) and looking at all those flags - one for each member of the armed services from Massachusetts (and, let's face it, we're almost always talking young men here) who has died in one of the way-too-many American wars we've participated in starting with the Revolution. Some wars were righteous - think the American Revolution, think World War II; others were jingoistic nonsense - think Spanish American War; yet others were futile misadventures - think Vietnam. 

How do you categorize the Civil War? Was it a just war to end slavery? An internecine battle that we're still fighting? Something else altogether? 

I do know that about one-third of those roughly 37,000 honored with a flag for having given their life for their country, fighting for the Union, were from Massachusetts.  

I don't believe that any of those who've died in the latest jingoistic misadventure in Iran have been from my state, but as the war drags on, this is subject to change.

Speaking of war, "War" is the full-throated battle cry of Bruce Springsteen's Hope and Dreams Concert, which I saw Sunday night, Memorial Day Eve.

This was my sixth Springsteen concert, and they have all been great.

When it comes to the Boss, I'm something of a latter-day fan. I was long aware of him, of course, and knew (of) a couple of his classic numbers: "Born in the USA," "Born to Run," "Dancing in the Dark." But I never really had much interest in him until my sister Trish (an OG fan from her high school days) took me to the Magic Tour concert nearly 20 years ago. I came away from that concert pretty much a fan for (the rest of my) life. 

And now I've seen him twice at Gillette Stadium, three times at TD Garden, and once (gloriously!) at Fenway Park.

Even the 2023 concert I saw at Gillette - when Springsteen was a few days out from canceling the tour due to a peptic ulcer - was great. 

As a performer, as someone who communicates with his audience, Springsteen is brilliant. You definitely get your money's worth. No 1.5 hour concert for Bruce and the E-Street Band. 

And, sure, I have my Bruce favorites, but I enjoy most of his songs and all of his albums.

Me being me, I don't mind at all when he gets political, which is what Hope and Dreams is all about. 

But it was interesting that, knowing the overall weighty theme of the night's concert, the anticipation of the concert was less buoyant than for concerts past. Sunday evening's cold and rang did, of course, tamp down some of the usual buzz, but everyone thronging the Garden knew that there was a seriousness of purpose to the night's setlist. 

"American Skin (Forty-one Shots)", not "Sherry Darling." And there was going to be no throw-in of "Dirty Water" to please the home crowd. 

I was so moved by Sunday's concert. There were the overtly political songs: "War," "Streets of Minneapolis," "Born in the USA." And the songs that are the essence (sometimes the aspirational essence, sometimes the sad) of our country: "America Land." "Land of Hope and Dreams." "Badlands." "Death to My Hometown." (This daughter of Ellis Island especially loved "America Land," Springsteen's immigration anthem.)

At times, the concert took on a revival element: Bruce as preacher. All I can say is "Preach, brother." His stated mission was to give us hope that our country will fulfill its dream of becoming "a more perfect union." That he did. 

The concert ended with the hopeful yet tempered joy of Dylan's "Chimes of Freedom" and the playing, as we streamed out of our seats, of Woody Guthrie's rousing anthem, "This Land Is Your Land." 

For a few moments at least, we reclaimed our country from the forces of nativism, racism, misogyny, and greed.

It was thrilling!

And lest I forget what Memorial Day is about: it's those 37,000 dead kids (mostly) from Massachusetts who gave their lives for our country. (Along with the million+ from all corners of the USA.) We have an obligation to all of them, to each other, and to generations to come to make sure that their deaths were worth it.

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Indie Bookstores Making a Comeback? YAY!!!

I cannot remember a time in my life when I didn't love books.

When I was really little - pre-reader - those books were mostly Golden Books. When my mother went shopping "downcity" (which was Worcester for downtown), she would always bring home a couple of them for us to share. They were magical! The stories well-told, the illustrations brilliant. I have a few Golden Books on my bookshelves, and just picking up, say, The Tawny, Scrawny Lion, and looking at the cover fills me with immense joy.

Then there were library books. Once a week, my father took us to the Main South Branch of the Worcester Public Library, where you could check six books out. Once I could read, this supply was augmented by Bobbsey Twins and Nancy Drew books, bought for fifty cents a piece at the Woolworth's in Webster Square Plaza. Then there were our book club books - Vision Books with their lives of saints, and the Landmark series focused on history.

Once I outgrew these sorts of books, I was still a library regular, but was also reading the grownup books my parents got from the Book of the Month Club and the Literary Guild.

But once I got to high school, I started frequenting an actual bookstore.

The commute to my high school required a bus transfer downcity. And downcity was where Ephraim's Bookstore was located. 

I adored Ephraim's. Other than being encased in an MRI, shopping at Ephraim's was the most claustrophobia-inducing experience of my life. But what a pleasure to browse for required non-textbook reading and for stumble-upons. I still frequented the public library. But if I had a few bucks extra, it was a tossup whether to buy a record album or drift over to Ephraim's.

In college, there was the campus bookstore, but it was more fun to take the Red Line over to Harvard Square and shop at the Harvard Co-op and the Harvard Bookstore.

Fast forward a few years, and my bookstores of choice became the Barnes and Noble and the Borders in downtown Boston.

This was pre-Internet, and I didn't spend a nanosecond worrying about whether B&N and Borders were putting indie bookstores out of business. When it first opened, Barnes and Noble was a revelation, an out-of-this-world experience. So many books, so little time. I remember standing in line, waiting to check out, already diving into my purchases. I remember being proud of carrying my books home in a Barnes and Noble bag. 

During this period, I also bought a lot of books at Wordsworth in Harvard Square, especially when I worked near The Square. Harvard Bookstore was also a favorite. But once I no longer worked near The Square, getting there was an every-couple-of-months schlep.

A trip to Worcester to see my mother always meant a trip to the Tatnuck Bookseller. This store - which opened well after I fled Worcester - was just terrice, and it also had a super restaurant. 

Closer to home, Barnes and Noble closed and Borders became my go-to. For years, I made weekly stops at the Borders on the corner of Washington Street and School, and especially loved their bargain table, with its half-priced paperbacks. I cried when that Borders closed. 

Off and on, throughout the years, I'd semi swear-off book buying and do most of my reading via library books. (I'm mostly back on, but I'm currently in a library lull working my way through my backlog of bought books.)

But bookstores are always going to be at much my thing as libraries are. 

Once B&N and Borders decamped, I started going to Trident, a wonderful indie on Boston's Newbury Street, where I am a frequent flyer buyer. I think it's 10% off the next purchase after earning $100 points, but I may be mistaken. I don't really care. I'd shop there anyway. I love grazing, Trident - like Borders once did - has an excellent mark-down table, and the folks who work at Trident are very helpful. Ask someone where a certain book is, and they'll walk you there and find it on the shelf.

Porter Square Books is another great local indie, but they're further afield than Trident, which remains my bookstore boo.

Admittedly, I do occasionally order a book on Amazon if I absolutely have to have it overnight for some reason, and it's going to take a week or so for Trident to get it in. 

But - honestly, I swear to God - I mostly buy books at Trident.

I know that the Internet (i.e., Amazon) put a lot of indies out of business. Among the victims: Wordsworth and Tatnuck.

But others, like Trident, have not been crushed and continue to thrive. 

And there's new indie kids on the block, too:

About 422 new indie bookshops opened in 2025, according to the American Booksellers Association, a 31% rise from 2024. Countless independent restaurants, coffee shops, fitness centers, movie theaters, clothing stores and other small businesses also continue to thrive even in this era of ever-bigger retailers, fast-casual restaurants and massive e-commerce platforms. (Source: The Guardian)

What's behind this resurgence in indie bookstore (and other small businesses)? 

The reasons are obvious.

At least they're obvious to Gene Marks, who wrote the article I'm citing here. 

• The US is big - population and geographic - and diverse. Plenty of people out there want something that caters more to their particular wants and needs.
• Big businesses may scale efficiency, but "small businesses scale relevance." Barnes and Noble might not carry the quirky author from a small, independent press that only a few people are interested in. But Trident just might. 
•  We have an entrepreneurial spirit in this country. "For the past few years, there have been between 400,000 and 500,000 new business applications filed every month!" Obviously not all of them are for indie bookstores, but there certainly are a ton of folks who want to be their own boss. 
• A lot of people prefer to work for smaller businesses. The pay and benefits may be less than what big business can offer, but they're less bureaucratic, they're friendlier. Working in a small business, you're less of a cog in the wheel. 
• Small businesses have closer ties to their communities. 

So a lot of folks are deciding that, although they may pay a bit more for products sold in smaller, local businesses, it's worth it. These days:

Consumers don’t just tolerate small businesses – increasingly, they choose them as a reaction against big corporations. 

I haven't sworn entirely off Amazon for books or for anything else. It's just too convenient. And a lot of times, what I'm looking for is nowhere to be found nearby. Generally, I do try to find something in a local non-chain store - I have a great indie drugstore and a great indie hardware store in my neighborhood, just around the corner. If they don't have something I need, I'll turn to Amazon. (I recently tried to get the knee brace my PT recommended at my indie drugstore. Alas, they didn't carry it, so I had to resort to Amazon.)

But I've very much pared back on book-ordering on Amazon. 

Once I make some more headway with my backlog of books, off to Trident I go!

Yay indie bookstores!!!

 

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Sure, it's flattering, but...

When it comes to states, I'm an absolute homer. Yes, I can imagine living in other places - elsewhere in New England, New York (NYC), Illinois (Chicago), Minnesota (Minneapolis), the PNW. But that's about it. (Not counting Canada and Ireland.)

I ❤️MASSACHUSETTS. (I'm not sure the emoji is emojing, but that there, between I and MASSACHUSETTS is supposed to be a red heart.)

In fact, if I had to make a choice between my home state and the US or A, I'm going with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, any old day.

Funny, I don't have a ton of sympathy or affection for Robert E. Lee - a sadist, a racist, who took up arms to defend slavery - but I kinda sorta get why he chose to stick with the Commonwealth of Virginia. That was his state, bro. 

It's not that I don't at least small-l love the United States. Despite some crackingly inglorious chapters in our history; despite the gun nuttery, the racism, the parochialism, the numb-nut Know Nothing-ism that we haven't yet been able to outgrow; despite the wrecking ball that's being taken our country - there's an awful lot here to truly like and admire. Maybe even love. The Constitution. The Bill of Rights. The genius of the Founding Fathers (flaws and all). The inventiveness, the openness to innovation. The breathtaking sea-to-shining-sea beauty. And especially what I feel has (up to now) been one of the absolutely best aspects of America: the ability to take in a whole slew of "others" and let them assimilate their way into becoming bona fide Americans. 

On behalf of my Irish immigrant great-grandparents and my German grandparents and mother, of thee I sing, baby!

But, oh my Massachusetts...

Still, I have to laugh when I see an analysis from something called the Visual Capitalist that rates Massachusetts the best state in the whole wide world. Or at least in the whole wide USA.

Using data from WalletHub, which evaluates 51 metrics across affordability, economic opportunity, safety, and health, this map ranks all 50 U.S. states by quality of life.

...Massachusetts tops the ranking thanks to a combination of high incomes, leading healthcare access, and a dense network of top universities. (Source: Visual Capitalist)

Yes, yes, yes. We rich! We got great hospitals! We got good schools!

Yes, yes, yes. We have a high standard of living. (Some of us, anyway.)

But, but, but...We're also one of the costliest states to live in, so it's a good thing we have those high incomes. Even someone pulling down six-figures is not likely to find affordable housing in the Boston area, that's for sure. (And let's not get into the weather sitch. I happen to enjoy the four seasons, but maybe that's just me.)

Indeed, the "study" acknowledges that affordability is a problem:

...the bottom quartile of the list [shown below] contains many of the nation’s most “affordable” states. This creates a “livability paradox”: states with the lowest costs often rank poorly overall, as weaker healthcare, safety, and economic mobility offset their affordability advantages.

The state rankings are shown just below. The numbers (rounded) are the scores based on a number of metrics, which seem to favor Massachusetts. Or sort of favor Massachusetts. Because if I were going to pick a first-runner-up to Massachusetts, it sure wouldn't be Idaho. 

Idaho? Maybe it's affordability that gets them a heartbeat away from the #1 ranking, which I guess they will move into if for whatever reason, Massachusetts is unable to fulfill its duties... Like if we secede and become a Canadian province or Irish county. 

Idaho? Land of preppers, of right-wing zealots, of a ban on flying the Pride flag on government property. That Idaho? 

New Mexico comes in 50th, but I'd rather live there than in Idaho. 

1 Massachusetts 60.2
2 Idaho 60.2
3 New Jersey 59.8
4 Wisconsin 59.7
5 Minnesota 58.7
6 Florida 58.5
7 New Hampshire 58.2
8 Utah 57.9
9 New York 57.9
10 Pennsylvania 57.9
11 Wyoming 57.9
12 Iowa 56.2
13 Maine 56.2
14 Virginia 56.2
15 Montana 55.2
16 North Dakota 54.6
17 Illinois 54.6
18 South Dakota 54.1
19 Colorado 53.6
20 Nebraska 52.9
21 Vermont 52.7
22 North Carolina 52.3
23 Kansas 52.2
24 Connecticut 52.1
25 Rhode Island 52.1
26 Ohio 51.6
27 Georgia 51.6
28 Missouri 51.2
29 Indiana 51.2
30 Michigan 51.1
30 Arizona 51.0
32 California 50.5
33 Delaware 50.0
34 Maryland 49.8
35 Hawaii 49.4
36 Washington 49.2
37 Kentucky 47.5
38 Texas 47.2
39 Oregon 47.2
40 Tennessee 47.0
41 Alabama 47.0
42 West Virginia 47.0
43 Oklahoma 46.3
44 South Carolina 45.7
45 Nevada 44.6
46 Alaska 44.2
47 Mississippi 43.5
48 Arkansas 42.1
49 Louisiana 40.6
50 New Mexico 39.7

I would, of course, not be particularly comfortable living in a red state, so that colors my thinking. And I'm quite sure that there are plenty of folks who would hate living in a blue state. 

Anyway, it's flattering to have my feelings that Massachusetts is a great place to live confirmed. (Helps that we bought our condo 35 years ago...) In this case, flattery does get you somewhere.

But when it comes to the greatest place to live, the standards are somewhat subjective. 

Still,  I'm only human. Massachusetts? I like it. I love it. Can't get enough of it.

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"I coulda went through college..."

Many years ago - make that many decades ago - I went to an introductory Scientology session with my late (and hysterically funny) friend Mary Beth. We were college girls with nothing to do on a Friday night and thought that checking out Scientology, and Dianetics (the ideas underlying L. Ron Hubbard's "religion") might be good for a few laughs.

Indeed it was.

At that time (late 1960's), in that place (Boston), tickets to free Scientology introductory sessions were handed out on on the streets, so we grabbed a couple and went for it. The sessions were held in a non-descript building on Boylston Street, up one flight of stairs, in a non-descript room furnished with a bunch of folding chairs and a table/podium set up in the front.

I'm not 100% sure, but I believe the guy running the show - the evangelist? the salesman? - was named John. I can picture him as vividly as if I'd seen him yesterday. He was blandly good looking, with thick, jet-black hair, and wearing a grey suit.

John explained the concepts underlying Scientology, which was that you needed to get "clear" of whatever was holding you back and advance to become an Operating Thetan, which had multiple levels. None of this was free, of course. If memory serves, it cost a few thousand bucks to get on the OT ladder. 

To demonstrate how getting clear worked, John asked for a volunteer to test out the Scientology e-meter, a little contraption that "audited" someone, measuring how they reacted to the mention of certain words. The device looked like a couple of Donald Duck Juice cans attached a black box that resembled a car battery, only smaller. The person being "audited" gripped the handles (i.e., the Donald Duck Juice cans) and the dial registered the impact of those certain words on the auditee. In the case of the volunteer, the word "mother" caused the needle to jump wildly. A miracle!

With "mother" identified as the root cause of the volunteer's personal and professional failures, the volunteer was encouraged to sign up to get "clear" of "mother." He politely declined. 

The audience was, not surprisingly, full of skeptics, and John told us that, because he was a Scientologist, he was able to detect "hostility" in the crowd. Some of that hostility, of course, emanated from me and Mary Beth. We were nearly falling off of out folding chairs laughing. And we weren't the only ones. I don't think it took any Scientology to accurately read the room.

John then went on to brag that, "if I'd of had Scientology, I coulda went through college in three months."

It's been many a moon since I've thought about my Scientological experience, but it came to mind when I read a recent Boston Globe article on how some online learners are racing through college and achieving their degrees in a matter of months, rather than the traditional four-year snail's pace.

For those trying to grab a credential as quickly as they can and save a lot of money while they're at it, a near insta-degree is a very good thing. 

But some question whether you can learn as much in three months as you do over the course of four years. 

Personally, I'm sure that even without Scientology, I coulda went through college in fewer than four years. Obviously, if I had time to fart around taking in a Scientology session, I could have been taking a few more credits. But back then, there was less of an urgency to finish up, less need for speed. College was less expensive, and we all accepted the wisdom of taking your four-year time to get your bachelor's degree. (And, of couse, for young men, college meant a deferment from the draft and a visit to the rice paddies of Vietnam. Ain't no one wanted to accelerate that process.)

But the times, they are a-different. College costs more. A lot more. There's more pressure on to study something that will produce an obvious and immediate payback, career-wise. A lot more. There's more pressure to avoid lolling around reading great books, thinking great thoughts, bullshitting the night away. 

Supporters of the [breakneck degree] approach tout it as an affordable, convenient way for people to earn credentials they need for their careers. Others, including some online students and academic officials, expressed concern about what the super-accelerated students are missing, and whether a quick path devalues degrees. (Source: Boston Globe)

I get the need for speed, the demand for affordability. But I'm with those who think that the "super-accelerated students" are missing out on something. Mostly what they're missing out on  is going deep on a topic, doing a lot of reading, thinking about what your paper is going to be about, researching that paper - and going down paths that perhaps don't yield much, yet are still learning experiences. There's talking to your professors. There's hanging with the other students in your class. There's working on a project - solo or with others. For the STEM courses, there's also lab time, computer time. 

Things take time. Learning builds on learning. 

I'm sure there are plenty of courses of study that don't require all that much study, all that much time. Maybe they cover checklist items that, once checked, lead to a credential. Sort of like the quickie online security courses a client of mine required everyone to take in order to keep using their internal systems. 

I'm all for older learners getting some credit for whatever OTJ experiencal learning they've acquired. If you can demonstrate competency - by, say, taking the math test - without having to show up for sections, go for it. Great if these online degree schools accept all legit credits from other colleges, even if it's three years worth, and still confer a degree. And I'm all for being able to earn your degree while juggling work and family responsibilities. I'm all for affordability. But I'm also for Marjorie Hass has to say:

“We want diplomas that mean something,” said Marjorie Hass, president of the Council of Independent Colleges, which represents more than 600 liberal arts colleges and universities. “I would prefer to have some of these degrees called something other than a bachelor’s.”

Could I have went through college more quickly than I did? Sure. There is no doubt whatsoever that I wasted plenty o' time. But am I glad I had the time to read, think, learn, explore, run into dead ends, munge around with my ideas? Absoltutely!

I'm all for education for all. So YES to online education. Just let's not pretend that truncating the time it takes to earn a college degree is always going to translate into the full equivalent of a four-year, slow-paced degree. (Or a two-year, slow-paced degree.)

Respectfully, Maureen Rogers BA, MS

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The Aptly Named SantaCon

I'm not 100% certain that Boston has SantaCons - a pub crawl where runners/drinkers wear Santa outfits and raise money for charity. But I'eve certainly seen the Santa-garbed pub crawlers doing their December buzzing around town.

I'd say it looks like fun, but to me it actually doesn't. Even if I were 50 years younger, this sort of event is way too extraverted to be my jam. I'm more the make-a-donation and/or show-up-and-actually-do-something to an actual charity kind of gal, without running around like a maniac, let alone shaking friends and family down for a donation. And this doesn't even take into consideration that the idea of pouring beer down my gullet and running to the next watering hole to that I can pee is beyond fathoming. Me? I just don't go pub-to-pub a-wassailing

But, hey, great that folks are thinking "charity" rather than just obsessing about Christmas shopping, wrapping, cookie-baking, and decorating.

Unfortunately, the NYC edition of SantaCon has been running something of a Grinch con.

On its website, the organization bills itself:

...as “a charitable, nonpolitical, nonsensical Santa Claus convention that happens once a year to fund art & spread absurdist joy.” (Source: NY Times)

Participants buy official badges - the price in 2025 was $17 - and the take goes to local charities like City Harvest, the City Parks Foundation and the Flatbush Development Corporation. But some of the proceeds have, grinchedly, made their way into the NYC event organizer's pockets. (In addition to the badge money, SantaCon NYC gets a cut of the action from the bars for whatever the crawlers consume along their merry and none-too-bright way.)

The lead organizer of SantaCon NYC, an annual Christmas-themed bar crawl that is both beloved and reviled, took more than half of the nearly $3 million the event raised for charity over five years, federal prosecutors said on Wednesday.

The organizer, Stefan Pildes, used his position as the president of the nonprofit that runs SantaCon to illegally divert the money into a separate company to finance “personal ventures,” and spent “hundreds of thousands of dollars” on “extensive renovations to a lakefront property in New Jersey, luxury vacations in Hawaii, Las Vegas, and Vail, extravagant meals and a luxury vehicle,” according to an indictment.

Santa, Baby, whatever happened to being nice rather than naughty? And that naughty could end up with Stefan Pildes ending up with 20 years in prison.

Not everyone loves SantaCon NYC.

The sight of people wearing red and green and slumped over in doorways is a not-uncommon sign that the holiday season is in full swing.

The comedian John Oliver once described SantaCon as “a terrifying combination of binge drinking, public urination and trauma to small children that decades of therapy will never manage to reverse.”

But plenty of others say the SantaCon brings joy to the world. There are the inevitable "meet cute" stories of couples who got together on the run. And then there's the charity angle. (There are allegations of some dubious financial activity on SantaCon NYC's part, including involvement with cryptocurrency and the Burning Man festival. Quite a combo!)

Pildes has set up a couple of other organizations adjacent to SantaCon NYC, and funds flowed among those orgs, funding Pildes personal professional/creative efforts and diverting pay for the property renovations, concert tickets, vacations, meals and luxury vehicle, prosecutors said.

Pildes is pleading not-guilty.

We'll see whether he'll be having himself a merry little Christmas. And whether he'll be having it up and over the river.

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Baby Geniuses

A month or so ago, I saw an article in Mother Jones on genetic tinkering to produce more intelligent babies. One of the reasons that the tech bro geniuses are so enamored of pursuing mo' smarter babies is that they hope that one of those mo' smarter babies will grow up to solve the problem of "figuring out how to ensure AI doesn’t eventually destroy humankind."

I can certainly see folks wanting to edit out bad genes that result in disorders that would make their offsprings' lives nasty, brutal, and short. Or cause a longer-term disorder. Who wouldn't want to keep something dire and deadly like ALS or Huntington's Disease from striking their children when they're hitting their prime?

But as much as I don't want to see blue eyes disappear - and the good news is that they probably won't - the idea of poking and prodding a zygote to make sure the bébé has bébé  blues, well... I'm not thinking that it's such a good idea.

Not to mention fine-tuning those little zygotes to make them brainier. 

Ah, no. Better to invest in better nutrition, better education, better parenting, better libraries, a better environment to help make sure that all children are in a position to be brianier without noodling around with their DNA. 

And as the tech bros seem to amply demonstrate, there's no guarantee that superior intelligence - nurtured or natured - translates into superior integrity, decency, and goodness.  

Isn't it disturbing enough that Elon Musk has 14 children and counting because he wants to make sure that there's plenty of him dog-paddling in the gene pool. (Wanna bet that the Musk offspring he spends the most time with turn out to be chips off the old weirdball. And the ones protected from close encounters of the any kind with their sperm-daddy turn out to be okay normies.)

Mostly, however, what I'm here to say is that, IMHO opinion, pretty much all babies are geniuses, their little baby brains going a mile-a-minute: absorbing information; communicating; learning, learning, learning. 

Think about it. 

Babies recognize their parents' voices, their touch, their smells. From the jump, without language, they can communicate their needs, their pain, their contentment, their joy, their preferences. (Spit out those nasty carrots!) 

They figure things out. 

Sure, they start crawling backwards - duh! - but pretty soon they realize that, in order to get their mitts on that stuffed Bluey, they need to move forward. Onward, baby genius! Onward!

But to me the biggest indication that babies are natural born geniuses is that they can categorize. 

I'm not sure that if someone put me - an educated adult - in front of a Great Dane, a Chihuahua, a Snoopy cartoon, and that stuffed Bluey, I would immediately understand that they are all dogs. 

Yet those baby genius brains are whirring, whirring, whirring. Yes, yes, yes! Great Dane, Chihuahua, Snoopy cartoon, stuffed Bluey. They are all DOGGY!

So let's hear it for baby geniuses. And stop trying to splice the DNA sequence to create one. 

Go baby genius!

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Data Labelers Unite! (LFG!)

It will come as no surprise to anyone that AI, along with its tremendous potential to (along with the occasional good thing) wreck the environment, break all and every social compact, destroy the economy, and out and out kill people (e.g., encouraging young people to kill themselves; identifying deadly mushrooms as edible (oops!); mistakenly targeting schools for bombing (collateral damage, anyone?) is also responsible for worker exploitation in Africa.

AI work is a major part of the Kenyan economy, where many Kenyans labor as content moderators and data labelers. 

Data labelers train, refine, and moderate the outputs of AI tools made by the largest companies in the world, yet they are wildly underpaid and haven’t benefitted from the runaway valuations of AI companies.  (Souroce: 404 Media)

A lot of this data labeling involves "annotating what [is] happening in every frame" of a porn video. Kenyan workers are also helping train up AI sexbots, providing the human element in raunchy and just-plain-sad talk sessions with all the lonely people who rely on the Internet for sex and companionship. The actual human workers are, of course, putting themselves out of business, given that the goal is to improve the verisimilitude of sexbots, obviating the need for any human involvement. More money for the AI tech bro masters of the universe! Yay!

It will come as no surprise that the work that the data labelers and other AI-adjacent workers are ill-paid and work under dreadful conditions. Given the content of their work, which involves "horrific content," many end up suffering from insomnia, PTSD, and sexual dysfunction in their actual human-to-human, skin-to-skin, honest-to-god real human lives. 

But those Kenyan workers now have an organization behind them, the Data Labelers Association, which works:

...to organize workers to fight for better pay, better mental health services, an end to draconian non-disclosure agreements, and better benefits for a workforce that often earns just a few dollars a day. Data labelers train, refine, and moderate the outputs of AI tools made by the largest companies in the world, yet they are wildly underpaid and haven’t benefitted from the runaway valuations of AI companies.

It will come as no surprise that the treatment of Kenyan workers is seen as an updated, teched-up version of the exploitation of African laborers by the imperialist companies that pillaged (and continue to pillage) the continent for its wealth of natural resources. Move over DeBeers and Exxon-Mobil. Today they've got company: "it's Apple, it's Meta, it's Gemini." It's Sam Altman. It's Elon Musk. 

All part of the AI hype cycle:

...the promotional messaging and institutional ideology that casts artificial intelligence—particularly so-called “superintelligence”—as “inevitable” and destined to bring historic “transformation.”...

AI hype is the next chapter in the colonial playbook. It reframes the exploitation of African digital workers as “innovation” and is a tool of power wielded by profiteers of colonial extractivism in the digital age. It functions as a carefully crafted cover story by disguising appropriation in the language of “progress.” (Source: Tech Policy)

The Tech Policy article linked above is worth a full read. Sure it's lefty-ish, but it raises important issues around AI.

Declaring AI inevitable is how hype becomes colonial power. The rhetoric of inevitability, in particular, stages hype as a manifest destiny, stripping away the possibility of refusal or alternative futures. 

All the hype about AI's transformative capabilities and its inevitability, with some occasional kneejerk BS thrown in on how AI is going to benefit everybody, is creating an environment where AI will be seen as inevitable and not worth resisting. We'll passively just sit here and let the tsunami wash over us and only then will we realize that it didn't exactly benefit everybody.

Will our coin-operated polity ever be able to hit the pause button, take a deep breath, and figure out how to get our hands around the AI beast? 

I pinball around between 'God help us!,' 'Glad I'll be dead," and 'LFG.'

Today I'm feeling pretty Let's Fucking Go. Don't exactly know what this will entail, but it's got to be before it's too late. 

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Colonel Mustard Did It

Is it just me, or do certain things confer an aura of value and goodness?

I observed this in business, when I realized that if you priced your product above the competition, purchasers - at least some of them, at least some of the time, at least for a while - assumed is was better than the competition.

In much the same way, I have found that it's harder to figure out whether an actor with a posh British accent is any good or not than it is to figure out an American bad actor.

And speaking of bad actors, it's always a bit surprising to me when someone with a severe disability turns out to be a criminal. C.f., the quadriplegic cornhole champion who's facing murder charges in Maryland. (He's claiming self-defense.)

Thanks to a similar halo effect, it goes against my grain when someone running an offbeat, homespun sort of business engages in bad business behavior. So I just don't expect the owner of New Hampshire's Old Dutch Mustard Co., a small family-owned business that's been around more than 80 years, to be a river-polluting lout and no-goodnik.

But last month, having pled guilty in February 2025, Charles Santich was sentended to 18 months in a federal stir "for knowingly polluting the Souhegan River." He was also hit with a $250K fine, and his company was levied an additional $1.5M.

That's a lot of mustard and vinegar...

Anyway, Old Dutch has been skirting environmental requirements since the 1980's, and their bad behavior finally caught up with them.

“Throughout years of repeated civil and administrative attempts to encourage Santich and his company to follow the law, Santich lied to state and federal authorities and even purposefully built the illegal infrastructure needed to pump his manufacturing waste into New Hampshire’s waterways, pushing his employees to help him violate the law,” [US Attorney Erin] Creegan said in a statement.

She said the pollution left waterways with fewer fish and impacted homeowners and people who use the river for recreation. (Source: Boston Globe)

Santich ordered employees "to pump acidic waste water and stormwater through an underground pipe leading to the Souhegan River so he could save on shipping costs," and threatened to fire them if they didn't comply. Santich regularly submitted false documents to regulators, blocked the EPA from getting info on his company's practices, and directly lied to inspectors. When NH state folks found that waste water from Old Dutch smelled suspiciously like vinegar. Inspectors got a search warrant and sleuthed out the illegal discharge pipe.

Shame on Charles Santich, ya bum ya! And his company has the (vinegar and) gall to brag about their environmental bona fides:

A tree farm continues to be planted on the [company] property. Old Dutch maintains the tree farm as a way to show care for the environment.

Some care for the environment! 

To my knowledge, I haven't used any Old Dutch products. My vinegar - white and apple cider - is Heinz. My mustard is French's (yell0w), Gulden's (brown), or Maille (whole grain pommery). But Old Dutch products are often private labeled or used by food services, so I may have consumed their wares somewhere along the line. I like to support small local companies, but not this one. You best believes I'll be BOLO-ing. 

Meanwhile, all I have to say is:

It Was Old Dutch Mustard,With an Illegal Discharge Pipe, in the Souhegan River.

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Replaceable.

I was with my mother when she died.

I was with my husband when he died.

I don't know quite how to put it, but there is something righteous, and even something comforting, about being with a loved one when they die, to help see them off to the other side. My mother died knowing that she was going to be reunited with my father, my sister, my aunt, my grandparents, my uncles. My husband died knowing that he was heading for the Big Sleep. He was all tuckered out, ready for it all to be over.

To me, being present at these deaths was not unsettling. 

Over fifty years ago, I saw a man drop dead on the streets of Oslo, Norway, on a fine spring Saturday afternoon. The man, who appeared to be in his fifties, was across the street from where we were walking, in my line of sight. I saw him collapse. A number of people rushed over to his side. From headshakes, we knew that he was dead. Maybe because I was pretty young - just 23 - maybe because my father, in his fifties, had died just two years prior - this stranger's death in Oslo was somewhat unsettling to me. Who was he? Who did he belong to? 

A few weeks ago, as I was heading into the grocery store in Boston's Downtown Crossing, I saw the Medical Examiner's van and witnessed a couple of men loading a body bag into the rear of the van. This stranger's death was somewhat unsettling to me. For a few days after, I regularly checked the news to see whether there was anything about someone dropping dead in front of the Primark. Was he someone I knew - or at least would recognize - from the shelter where I volunteer? Who was it? Who did they belong to?

I hoped that they hadn't died in a panic. I hoped that they had someone to mourn them. 

Workers at an Amazon warehouse in Oregon recently had a close encounter with death when a fellow employee died suddenly in their presence. Here's what happened:

Sam was helping unload trucks when a heavy thud against concrete echoed across the Amazon warehouse. An employee’s lifeless body lay on the floor. Work halted in the loading docks on the south side of Amazon’s distribution center in Troutdale, Oregon. Sam and other employees stared at the person who’d collapsed just 20 feet away. Conveyor belts of packages continued to roll. “I didn’t have a direct line of sight of the person’s face, but I saw a body form laying lifeless,” Sam told The Western Edge. Employees who spoke for this story requested anonymity to protect their jobs and their names have been changed...

The man who collapsed died Monday, April 6 on the Amazon warehouse floor as machinery filled the cavernous loading dock with a dull hum. For more than an hour, several employees said, workers in the facility were instructed to continue fetching totes, picking items off shelves and loading them onto trucks for delivery as the man lay dead, and management figured out their next steps. News of the fatality quickly spread through the building, but workers say top managers did not call operations to an immediate halt. A week later, several workers said they still do not know what caused the man to die. (Source: The Western Edge)

Someone ran over to give the downed man CPR and Sam, who knows CPR, asked her manager if she could go over and help out. She was told that help would have to come from someone in management (as if!) or someone on the safety team. “Just turn around and not look." Sam was told "Let’s get back to work.”

The death...has left employees at the facility in shock and concerned about their own safety. Several workers said they found their bosses’ response too callous; they seemed more concerned with keeping packages moving than with an employee dying in front of them.

This warehouse didn't have a good reputation to begin with. Historically, it had had a high injury rate and generally poor working conditions: noisy, dirty, infested, hot. This isn't helping the rep any.

The man who died was something called a "tote runner." 

...a physically-demanding job that involves gathering stacks of yellow plastic bins as tall as a person, loading them onto a cart and hauling them up and down the long corridors of the warehouse for delivery to other workers, who will fill them with the goods that go onto trucks. 

Amazon had recently reduced the number of tote runners at this facility, so there are fewer folks performing their tasks, with more pressure on them to work harder. (Tote that barge, lift that bale...)

As for the other employees, a few hours after their colleague dropped dead and his body removed, they were told to clock out and that they would be paid for the rest of their shift. The next day, warehouse workers were told about a counseling hotline, and were informed that they could take unpaid leave if they were distressed, or get paid overtime that day if they decided to stay at work. 

All well and (not so) good.

Even absent official protocols for what to do when someone drops dead at work, shouldn't the managers have told employees to take a break until the body was removed? The next day, shouldn't management have at least told the workers what had happened - at least as far as they knew it?

One employee posted this on the "My Voice" forum on the employee app:

“It makes me feel more ashamed to work there knowing that people can drop dead and we have to carry on knowing it doesn’t matter to the higher ups, and everyone is replaceable.”

Of course everyone is pretty much replaceable.  Especially at outfits like Amazon, which is rapidly replacing jobs (like tote runner) with robots. And whose founder and Executive Chair, Jeff Bezos, is out there raising a $100B fund with the goal of acquiring manufacturing companies and using AI and robots to as fully automate them as possible. 

Whatever your job - tote runner, assembly line worker, accountant, junior lawyer, writer, etc., etc., etc. - you're in danger of being displaced by AI in the not so distant future. Some jobs, like influencer, I will be delighted to see replaced by bots. But the question remains what exactly are people going to do in this not so brave and definitely hideous new world. 

But for the Amazons of this world, not having to worry about how human employees will respond to a colleague's dropping dead - perhaps because of their high-pressured, physically demanding job will definitely be a side benefit of automation. No matter how AI'd up they are, I doubt that robots are going to be unsettled in the robot next to the keels over. No wondering who they were. No wondering who they belonged to.

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Dreamily Cremily

Arizona Diamondbacks: out $2.3M 

Anaheim Angels: out $3.45M

That's what they were promised by Cremily, makers - make that supposed makers - of lactose-free, keto-friendly frozen yogurt, in exchange for ballpark promotions. 

The Diamondbacks' stadium, Chase Field, displayed a giant popsicle behind its swimming poil, and had "the company’s name spelled out in black tiles at the pool’s bottom." The Angels' stadium in Anaheim displayed a big old Cremily sign and had "rights to an animated between-innings race, in-game commercials and more."

The Diamondbacks gave away T-shirts featuring the Cremily logo at a game that year. Ballparks in both Phoenix and Anaheim had stands in the concourse featuring Cremily products. (Source: NY Times)

Those sponsorship payments weren't huge. But they were nice walking-around money for the teams - maybe enough to pay a not-great player his annual salary - plus there was an irresistible element of do goodery. Not only was the Cremily yogurt lactose-free and keto - HEALTHY IS A GOOD THING! - but profits from product sales were going to "empowering women and girls globally.” EMPOWERING WOMEN AND GIRLS GLOBALLY IS A GOOD THING! (O used to be.)

Couple o' problems: Pretty soon, Cremily stopped making the promised sponsorship payments; and the product turned out to be largely mythic. 

Multiple former employees said Cremily could not produce product to scale, leaving teams with “untenable delays” and subsequently providing the Angels and Diamondbacks with product that was not made by Cremily. The Angels argued in a court filing Cremily was “fraudulently passing (third-party) ice cream off as its own” and knew it didn’t have a viable ice cream formula. An ex-marketing employee even said he was asked to create Cremily labels for generic ice cream.

“(It was) just ice cream,” the employee said. “And they were selling that as authentic French frozen yogurt, that was also keto.”

...“We were naive,” said another former employee, “in thinking it was a real product.”

And when there was actual Cremily product shipped, it was allegedly so thick and hard that it broke Angel Stadium's soft-serve machines. 

An employee took a hunk of Cremily home and started "stabbing it with [a] knife. The knife wouldn’t even go through it.”

The backstory for all this is a thicket of confusing details that include (but are not limited to):

• Steven Delaportas, who has a long history of cons, was hired to run Cremily by Kylie Schuyler, a well-to-do California non-profit executive whose charity was focused on helping women and girls thrive, and who also founded Cremily. (Profits slated for helping women and girls...)
  
  
• Delaportas had been involved in Ponzi schemes, defrauding a partner, concealing a bankruptcy, and financial mismanagment. Not to mention that:

Madison Square Garden sued Delaportas in 2016, alleging he failed to pay sponsorship fees while marketing Jim Beam Nuts under a company called TDG brands. The suit was ultimately dismissed.

• Kylie Schuyler's husband is Doug Hodge. It wasn't mentioned in the Times article, but - thanks to my own sleuthing - I found that Hodge is the former CEO of PIMCO (big-arse bond traders). And that he went to prison for his involvement in the college bribery admissions scandal of a few years back. (Schuyler herself was lightly involved, having sent her husband - who was trying to engineer their son into USC as a football player - a picture of another son playing football - saying that was all she could come up with. Hodge decided that the kids looked enough alike to carry it off.)

And speaking of lightly involved in this entire fiasco, the Red Sox had a short-lived deal (2022) with Cremily, as had the Mets and other pro sports teams. 

Anyway, as Cremily CEO, Delaportas wooed sales, marketing, and production executives away from their established, successful careers in legit companies. The marketing folks were given an "endless amount of money to spend." Whatever the teams wanted. Without Cremily having "earned a single dime of revenue."

For Cremily employees, the job was pretty cushy. 

“We were just collecting paychecks and sitting around,” one employee said.

Another employee described their work as a “ghost job,” saying they watched YouTube clips for hours on end. Cremily gave that employee a raise and doubled the size of their department.

When they did work, multiple employees said it was solely for the purpose of showing Schuyler things were happening. They created ad shoots and social media campaigns, but Delaportas rarely let those projects see the light of day.

“(Delaportas) wanted to play-work,” said a former employee, “to pretend that there was business happening.”

The production employees had to do a bit of work, trying to come up with a tasty fro-yo formula, which they eventually did. Alas, scaling production was an entirely different issue. 

But employees mostly just sat around while Cremily "sailed about like a ghost ship with no real direction."

“We just thought it was a bad company that was still trying to find itself, or was maybe overbuilt (and) wasn’t ready for this stuff,” said a former Cremily employee. “It was like walking around an empty mall. It was crazy.”

This is largely on Delaportas and his chicanery - even his former attorney, when asked whether Delaportas was a con artist said "'I would not disagree.'" But what abot Schuyler? She certainly comes across as a victim, but also as someone who "failed to address the company’s obvious issues," among other things refusing to respond to organizers of an Orange County event which dedicates proceeds from their annual event to "assisting women and girls" when they were stiffed by Cremily in 2023. 

Cremily is out of business, the employees all laid off, many struggling:

One took the experience off their resumé entirely after a potential employer asked in a job interview, “‘Aren’t they a scam?’”

Delaportas is sitll out there, having talked his way into another CEO position where he's being sued by a variety of entities (including employees).

I've worked for some companies that were loosely tethered to reality, but Cremily really takes the cake. Or the keto fro-yo popsicle.

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Why am I not surprised

When my mother's family arrived on these shores in the 1920's, my grandfather mistakenly thought that the fee for a family to be accepted was - at least according to family lore -  $25. It was actually - at least according to family lore - $25 per capita. So the family - my toddler mother and her parents - hung around in Ellis Island's holding facilities for a week or so while my great-uncle in Chicago came up with the additional $50 entry fee. My mother's younger sister had died between when the family's decision to emigrate and their leaving the old country. If Leni had lived, the family might have had to wait a few more days, as they would have needed $75 more, not $50. (Leni was part of the family picture on the family passport, but her face was x'd out. I don't know if that was done by my grandparents or by immigration officials. But that x'd out face is the one and only picture anyone has of her.)

My mother remembers being in the women and children's dorm with my grandmother, who was crying off and on because my grandfather was separated from them - he was in the men's dorm - and she wasn't quite sure what was happening.

It all worked out, of course. The entry money was raised, the passports were stamped, and the family got on the train to Chicago, where they became Americans and prospered. 

America still likes white immigrants of European stock. These days, they're just not so prevalent among the huddled masses yearning to breathe free in the good ol' US of A. And the good ol' US of A has adopted quite an attitude towards those who currently want in.

As the daughter of an immigrant, I have always valued our country's ability to absorb people and make them part of our nation. It's one of the things I cherish the most about us, one of the things that I actually do believe makes us exceptional. Our abililty to turn "others" into Americans has always made me proud. 

But that was then, and this is now.

These days:

The US government is taking fees from immigrants and US sponsors for services that it has no plans to provide. The government took their money, and now it won’t even adjudicate their applications—in many cases, it refuses even to issue denials. The State Department is actually telling consular officers not to notify future applicants that the government has banned them. (Source: The Cato Institute)

The Cato Institutes estimates that this "theft of processing fees for services never rendered" is at least a $1B fraud.

Here are the policies responsible for this fraud:

Legal entry and most visas are denied for citizens of dozens of countries that Trump & Co. don't want here. The countries on the list include, but aren't limited to: Afghanistan, Brazil, Chad, Egypt, Haiti, Ghana, Iran, Nigeria, Russia, and Somalia. (No surprise: African countries are disproportionately on the blacklist.)

...any citizens from these countries will be denied if they apply for an immigrant visa and most types of temporary visas. Nonetheless, consular officers are being instructed not to “counsel applicants or advise them in advance of the interview that they are subject to the [proclamations Trump has signed barring entry].”

So, ka-ching, ka-ching. In most of the world, taking money from someone for something you're not going to deliver is considered fraud. Big fraud. 

The list impacts not just for those applying now, but those who're already here. Some have been here for decades. They're paying fees for "everything from employment authorization documents to permanent residency applications." But the benefits they're applying for are frozen for them. Ha, ha! Joke's on you, immigrant sucker. Apply all you want. 

Over 320,000 immigrant visa applicants—based on 2024 flows—are now blocked. Once accounting for the immigrants in the United States, the number of potential legal permanent residents blocked rises to 561,000.

Then there's something called the diversity visa (DV) lottery. Naturally, with the triggering word "diversity" in there, this program is going nowhere:

The State Department writes, “DV applicants may submit visa applications and attend interviews, and the Department will continue to schedule applicants for appointments, but no DVs will be issued.” Once again, the State Department is letting people pay fees and go to interviews, while simultaneously promising not to process them.

Not to worry, though. The vast majority of DV immigrants were already on the banned list. 

There are all sorts of fees associated with immigration. 

The fees stack up. For instance, to sponsor a spouse, a US citizen must pay a $675 fee to USCIS to petition for their spouse to obtain lawful permanent residence. Then, the immigrant must pay $1,440 to adjust status from temporary to permanent residence. That application takes so long that people usually pay $560 for the spouse to receive an employment authorization document, so the total fees can add up to $2,675.

And to think that my grandfather was confused by the $25 a head requirement. Once they got to Chicago, I'm pretty sure there were no "employment authorization documents" to pay for. My grandfather got a job working as a butcher; my grandmother (my mother in tow) cleaned houses to help the family save up to set my grandfather's very own butcher shop up. The 1920's sure were a kinder, gentler time in so many ways. 

Congress should immediately require the administration to start processing applications and fairly adjudicate those applications without regard to a person’s birthplace. If someone cannot establish their eligibility, they can be denied under the law, but there is no reason to steal people’s fees and fail to provide the service the law entitles them to.

Also sprach Zarathustra the Cato Institute. Cato's David Bier, in testimony before Congress has said in no uncertain terms that "This is a scam. This is a fraud." 

And if you think the Cato Institute is some sort of haven for crazy lefties, for bleeding heart progressives, think again. It's a libertarian think tank.

"This is a scam. This is fraud."

Associating the words "scam" and "fraud" with the Trump administration? Why am I not surprised. 

Meanwhile, Lady Liberty weeps...(Me, too.)

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Longevity. (Remember when 80 used to sound old?)

Last month, Tracy Kidder died at the age of 80. Kidder was a terrific long form journalist and I was a long-time reader and admirer of his work. His most recent book, Rough Sleepers, centered on the work of Dr. Jim O'Connell, founder of Boston's Healthcare for the Homeless. When the book - which I loved - was first published, I heard him speak and interviewed, alongside Jim O'Connell, at a Boston bookstore. 

I learned of his death when my friend Joyce texted me. 

In response, I asked her "Remember when 80 used to sound old?" She replied "Thought same." Joyce and I are both 76. Next January, her husband turns 80. We are old. And when you're old, occasional thoughts do tend to turn to big questions, like realistically, how much longer?

I have no desire to live forever. Yet I'm still hoping for a few more good years - a decade or so - and would be fine with living to be the new old-old (90+) if I still have reasonably good health. I.e., I'm not demented, I'm mostly healthy, and can still live independently (or with a light assist). I'm okay (good thing) with the small depredations of aging: occasional forgetfulness, minor aches and minor pains, a bit less energy, a bit more creakiness. But, like pretty much every one of my age peers, I want to stay in this pre-Big Sleep state until I just die in my sleep some night (or afternoon, during my nap). 

But this getting old thang does make me curious about longevity, so I was interested in a recent roundup of 2025's "Top Ten Longevity Cities." Where were they, and what made their residents so long-lived? 

The group doing the rounding up are from SuperAge, a media platform dedicated to helping folks live better and longer which, as noted, I'm all for as long as longer and better go hand in hand. (I took their longevity quiz, and got the prediction that I'm likely to live to be 90. So phew. But the quiz was imperfect. It asked at what age your grandparents died, and you got to pick one age range. Depending on which grandparent, I could have chosen under 60 (both grandfathers - one in his mid 40's, the other in his early 50's) or over 90 (paternal grandmother: almost 97). But still, I found a predicted longevity of 90.18 years a comforting and interesting result. Nice to learn that, statistically speaking, I should have a few more years in which to actually accomplish something. (Guess I should start now. Or tomorrow, anyway.)

Here's how SuperAge landed on "the best longevity hotspots:"

...we analyzed multiple data sources, including global life expectancy reports, healthcare rankings, lifestyle studies, and socio-economic factors. Here’s what we looked at:Life Expectancy Data: We pulled numbers from the World Health Organization (WHO), United Nations, and national statistics agencies.

Healthcare Quality: Cities with universal healthcare, accessible medical services, and a strong emphasis on preventative care made the cut.

Diet and Nutrition: Places where whole foods, Mediterranean diets, and heart-healthy eating habits are the norm ranked highly.

Active Lifestyles: We considered regions with walkable cities, public transit, outdoor recreation, and cultural emphasis on movement.

Community and Social Well-Being: Social connection plays a huge role in longevity, so we focused on cities with strong community bonds, low crime rates, and high levels of life satisfaction.

Work-Life Balance: Stress is a silent killer. We highlighted cities with reasonable working hours, paid leave policies, and government-supported wellness initiatives.

And the 10 winners are:

• Seoul, South Korea - Life Expectancy: 83.5 years
• Madrid, Spain - Life Expectancy: 85.4 years
• Zurich, Switzerland - Life Expectancy: 84.0 years
• Quebec City, Canada - Life Expectancy: 82.5 years
• Melbourne, Australia - Life Expectancy: 83.2 years
• Singapore - Life Expectancy: 83.6 years
• Copenhagen, Denmark - Life Expectancy: 81.3 years
• Tokyo, Japan - Life Expectancy: 84.6 years
• Oslo, Norway - Life Expectancy: 83.0
• Boulder, Colorado - Life Expectancy: 82.4

Two things were not exactly surprising. 1) All of the countries represented are affluent, with modern economies; 2) The United States doesn't exactly shine. We have only one top-tenner, and that is - of course! - hippy-dippy-outdoorsy Boulder, Colorado.

And it's sobering to see that only one city - Madrid - had a life expectancy over the age of 85. Let me tell you, from where I sit, 85.4 doesn't sound all that old...

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