Good afternoon, My girlfriend is about to take her midterm for statistics 1 and it involves a lot of probability calculations. We've used easy ones online but she can't use any of that. I downloaded an app called (ap statistics) but when I installed it through the software on her new ti 84 plus CE, I cannot seem to dins out to get to it. Just wanted something to make it easier because we are two people that just do not "get" statistics lol.

I recently discovered that I'd lost track of my Sega Game Gear. It's in a nice case and all the games and spare batteries are with it. I'm almost sure it's somewhere in my house.
I've tried three methods related to Magick/Spells to find it; the "Tony Tony, look around" chant several times by now, a spell I found online that entails visualizing the object and repeating a chant with your eyes closed, and just talking out loud with my eyes shut to convince whatever may be out there to relinquish the information to me as I sleep (I don't recall having any dreams that night :/)
Why won't anything work? I'm incredibly disappointed and I don't know where else to look.

FIRE Check-In: 43 year old man, single, living in VHCOL San Francisco. Having twins via surrogate next year. Working in tech, but want out ASAP.
GOAL: Mostly I want a life rich with simple experiences with the kids: wrestling, car-camping on BLM land, exploring, living a life rich with community. I’d like to be a stay-at-home dad 0-5, then back working part-time once they’re in school. I’d like to work part-time ’til dead, but choosing work based on interest/sense of achievement, instead of maximizing money as I’ve done for the last decade+.
ASSETS (numbers are all rounded):
Roth: 200k
401k: 700k
Brokerage: 1MM, but in only two tech stocks.
Real Estate: 1) Condo in San Francisco: 600k value, 400k remaining on mortgage at 3.5% fixed. Mortgage + HOA = $3600/mo. Rented out for $3000/mo. I think I’m going to dump this property soon just to simplify. 2) SFH/Primary Residence in San Francisco: 2MM value, 1.3MM remaining on mortgage at 2.5% ARM adjusting in 2030. Mortgage: $5600/mo. Income: 0. I live here and want to raise my kids here. Total real estate equity across both properties: 800k-ish.
INCOME: I think this is what 'peak earning potential' looks like. Base pay ~1MM/yr TC; functionally ~2MM/yr ongoing for next 2-3 years given earlier equity stakes and stock increases since. 300k is cash; company supports Mega Backdoor Roth, which I'm maximizing along with 401k. I hate this job. It’s super-toxic and I feel like it’s killing my soul and making me a worse man, even outside of work, but every three months I hang on, I make a big chunk of extra money.
How soon can I opt out and FIRE? What am I missing? I want to work in my current job until I have enough, but not a day longer. Staying longer just because TC is high is The Trap. I built a calculator that puts me at FIRE at age 46, assuming 7% growth, 4% withdrawal rate, taking out 120k/year, 25 year runway = 3MM. I plan to live longer than 46+25=71, and I haven’t factored in costs of 2x kids explicitly, so I think the real number is some step north of that. Curious for people's thoughts and input! Thanks!

Whats your opinion? For the second Method, would u consider (calculated in units) a bigger Bankroll then 100 units?

So i'm 175cm tall and weigh 98kg and exercise daily for 40 minutes. I was told you should only eat 300-500 under your maintenance which mine is 2600 according to online calculators.
I have been eating 1700 calories a day for a month apparently 900 under which i read is bad i'm losing weight my doctor says it's at a healthy rate (0.5kg a week) also despite the amount of calories i'm eating and have been honestly fine for a year.
So Is it really that bad...? My issue is ever since i was medicated for thyroid problems which is why i was eating so much and gained weight i'm well......i struggle to eat over 1700 calories a day and constantly feel full eating 3 meals a day.
I always have had a slow metablosim which didn't help when i was eating more and gaining a ton of weight due to my untreated thyroid.
I tried going to 2100 calories like i read online but that only made me feel sick every day so i stopped doing that. is 1700 really that big of a deal or do i just need to force the food down my throat and deal with the awful sick feeling...?

Hi, I’m looking at purchasing my first home. I have 20% down for a house 450k-500k with 25k-40k left over for an emergency fund depending on what house I end up going with. Location is more important to me right now so I’m looking at townhouses mostly.
I’m looking at two loans right now, one is a 15/15 ARM that’s at 5.875% and the other is a regular loan 30yr at 6.875% with $3k granted in closing costs or buying down points.
I’m having lots of trouble comparing loans in general. Naturally the ARM is much more attractive right off the bat, especially since I don’t plan on staying more than 15 years (or even 5). The ARM is fixed for 15 years with a single rate adjustment at year 15, up to a max delta of 6% up or down.
But I want to do my due diligence to understand better while comparing these loans. The payment for the higher rate is about $200 more a month, which means in about 1-2 years that $3k is gone.
Is my instinct and calculations correct that the 15/15 ARM is just flat out way better? There’s lots of stuff online about ARMs being not so great, but I think in my particular case it fits the bill, so just looking for some guidance.

Actually it wasn't really that dramatic. I think I'm done with this for a little while. I get a government pension so my situation is probably different than yours.
In the movie, we see Michael Douglas trapped in bumper to bumper traffic. It's summertime and his windows don't roll down, the AC breaks and there's a fly buzzing around in the car. He loses his s*** and then abandons his car on the road.
Anyway,
So I get the shop and pay order for $25/ 8 MI. 30 minutes of shopping turns into 1 hour and I still have like 20 items to go. I'm now getting a little nervous because this was supposed to be a 1 hour operation at the most and I would still need to drive 8 miles to get to the customer's house.
She ordered from one of these supermarkets that carry international stuff and of course she selected a bunch of obscure items. That takes a little longer
I wrap this up in an hour and 20 minutes and start the drive. I had to change out a bunch of products and she was immediate to respond. I drive the 8 Miles and pull up to this apartment complex when I noticed there's no apartment number or gate code. What's worse is she decided to vanish. I'm at the gate more than 10 minutes now and getting a little pissed.
Finally I follow someone in but I still can't go anywhere. I don't have a fucking apartment number .. total time of me waiting around now is a little over 20 minutes. The order stopped being worth it a long time ago but I also know this would be an immediate deactivation if I just left the s*** at the office.
She finally springs to life when I tell her I'm going to put it on the curb by the gate. That tells me she was there the whole time.
I get the apartment number and of course it's the third floor. I made four trips up and down the god-damned steps.
I close the order out and there's no tip.
Now, the close to 2 hours I spent on this wasn't really the problem. The 8 miles I drove also wasn't the problem. I expected not to have a gate code if this was an apartment but the fact they didn't leave an apartment number either was kind of a problem. Me waiting around for 20 minutes also wasn't what set me off.
This lady had the balls to complain about a bruise on one of the dozen apples I got her.
I absolutely lost my shit.
Some of you will no doubt criticize me because this is Reddit, but after everything I just said she wants to complain about a bruise on one of her apples? I just got done wasting 2 hours for this person and she didn't even leave one single cent for tip. It was all pay from Uber .
I obliterated her in response. I know it sounds like a small thing to get upset about, but c'mon. What I said to her is irrelevant, but it could absolutely 100% get you deactivated. There was plenty of swear words. This was a few days ago so it's pretty clear deactivation isn't going to happen. Some of the words used were idiot, trashcan,lazy, inconsiderate and dumbass . How they were used isn't important.
It's not the million drivers on the road or the non-existent tips that are killing us. It's the restaurants never having anything ready when we get there and the GIG companies thinking they should get 75% of everything. It's also the people that have become super cheap in the last few years. Tips would be a small factor in our business if Uber didn't take the Lion's share of everything
I don't think this business model is sustainable any longer

The Kentucky Rural Housing USDA home loan program offers an excellent opportunity for eligible homebuyers in rural and suburban areas of Kentucky to secure affordable financing with no down payment. To qualify, applicants must meet specific requirements related to credit score, income, work history, bankruptcy, foreclosure, debt-to-income ratio, property requirements, and mortgage insurance. Here’s a detailed guide to help you understand these qualifications:

Credit Score Required For Kentucky Rural Housing Approval

A minimum credit score of 640 is generally required to qualify for a USDA loan. This score allows for streamlined processing through the Guaranteed Underwriting System (GUS). Applicants with scores below 640 may still qualify but will need to undergo manual underwriting, which requires additional documentation and scrutiny.

Income Requirements for Kentucky USDA Rural Housing Approval

USDA loans have income limits that vary by county and household size. These limits are designed to ensure the program assists low- to moderate-income families. Generally, your household income should not exceed 115% of the median income for your area. The USDA provides an online tool to check income eligibility based on your location and household size.

Work History requirements for Kentucky USDA loan Approval

A stable work history is essential for Kentucky USDA loan approval. Lenders typically look for at least two years of consistent employment. Any gaps in employment need to be explained and documented. For self-employed applicants, a minimum of two years of tax returns is required to verify income stability.

Kentucky USDA Rural Housing Bankruptcy and Foreclosure Guidelines

While past financial difficulties like bankruptcy or foreclosure can affect your eligibility, they do not automatically disqualify you. Here are the typical waiting periods:

• Chapter 7 Bankruptcy: At least three years from the discharge date.
• Chapter 13 Bankruptcy: At least one year of the payout period must be completed with satisfactory payment history and court approval for a new loan.
• Foreclosure: At least three years from the completion date.

Kentucky USDA Debt-to-Income Ratio (DTI) Requirements

The Kentucky USDA loan program has specific DTI requirements to ensure borrowers can manage their mortgage payments. The front-end ratio (housing expenses) should not exceed 29% of your gross monthly income, and the back-end ratio (total monthly debt obligations) should not exceed 45%. Exceptions can be made for borrowers with compensating factors, such as higher credit scores or additional cash reserves.

Kentucky USDA Property Requirements

USDA loans are intended for properties in designated rural areas. The USDA provides an online tool to check property eligibility. The home must be used as the primary residence and meet certain quality standards according to Kentucky FHA Appraisal HUD Guidelines including:

• Adequate and functional heating, plumbing, and electrical systems
• Structurally sound foundation and roof
• Safe water supply and waste disposal systems
• Must have an undamaged exterior, foundation and roof
• Must have safe and reasonable property access
• Must not contain loose wiring and exposed electrical systems
• Must have all relevant utilities, including gas, electricity, water and sewage functioning properly.
• Must have a working, permanent heating system that can heat the property adequately
• Must have surfaces free of chipping or peeling lead-based paint
• Must have adequate access to attic spaces and natural ventilation in crawl spaces
• Must have access to potable water
• Must be free from wood-destroying insect infestations
• Must not have interior and exterior health and safety hazards, such as no handrails on steep staircases
• Must be a marketable property

Mortgage Insurance Required For Kentucky USDA loan Approval

Kentucky Rural Housing USDA loans require mortgage insurance, which includes an upfront guarantee fee and an annual fee. The upfront fee is typically 1% of the loan amount, which can be financed into the loan. The annual fee, usually 0.35% of the loan balance, is paid monthly as part of the mortgage payment. These fees help protect lenders and the USDA in case of borrower default.

Summary

Qualifying for a USDA home loan in Kentucky involves meeting specific criteria in several areas:

• Credit Score: Minimum 640 for streamlined processing; lower scores may require manual underwriting.
• Income Requirements: Must not exceed 115% of the median income for your area.
• Work History: At least two years of stable employment.
• Bankruptcy and Foreclosure: Waiting periods of 1-3 years depending on the situation.
• Debt-to-Income Ratio: 29% for housing expenses, 41% for total debt; exceptions possible.
• Property Requirements: Must be in a designated rural area and meet quality standards.
• Mortgage Insurance: Includes an upfront guarantee fee and an annual fee.

By understanding and meeting these requirements, you can take advantage of the USDA loan program to achieve homeownership in Kentucky’s rural areas. For personalized assistance, consider consulting with a mortgage broker or lender experienced in USDA loans, like Joel Lobb in Louisville, who can guide you through the process and help you qualify.

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I have been working on implementing some basic numerical linear algebra routines and came across a curiosity. The standard book on numerical methods: Numerical Recipes by Press et. al. first teaches the Gauss-Jordan method, remarking that is about "as efficient as any other method for calculating the matrix inverse". The authors follow this section with one on Gaussian elimination about which they remark "Any discussion of Gaussian elimination with backsubstitution is primarily pedagogical".
This seems extremely odd to me. Why do they treat Gauss-Jordan as the default while Gaussian elimination as pedagogical tool when GE is more efficient than GJ? Numerical recipes itself notes the lower operation count of GE, and other textbooks such as Watkins' Fundamentals of Matrix Computations also notes the higher efficiency of GE over GJ.
I would appreciate any thoughts on what I might be missing. Thank you.

My hands are trembling to the point where I've had to restart this several times. I'm a guy who doesn't scare easily, but this encounter has me shaking like a hit dog. I'm still sitting in my work truck, trying to work up the courage to step outside again. Worse, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to tell my boss what happened. I was already on thin ice with him, and this shit might cause me to break through to the freezing water below.
But fuck it, because this was weird.
I install cable for a living. I didn't have dreams of stringing cable when I was a little kid, but my previous life choices left me with few options. In high school, I fell in with the wrong crowd. It started with skipping school, sneaking alcohol at weekend parties, and some petty theft, but it didn't stay that way for long. Soon, I dropped out and dedicated my life to committing robberies to pay for my pill addiction. I wasn't living as much as I was running on a treadmill. I did whatever I could to stay on my feet but constantly felt myself slipping.
My bottom came when I was jumped by two guys who sold me pills. I had bought from them before and trusted them, but the feeling was not mutual. Someone had dimed a buddy of theirs out to the police, and he was looking at real jail time. They assumed it was me and beat me senseless.
I was greeted at the door with a punch to the jaw that sent me reeling. My brain, already addled and slowed by Oxi, was in the middle of putting together what was happening when the next punch caught me in the temple. I collapsed to the ground and covered my neck and face as best as I could. The next few minutes were a flurry of punches, kicks, and stomps. When it was all over, I had a broken jaw, a shattered wrist, several wounds that required fifty total stitches, and a concussion.
That's how I kicked my painkiller addiction.
I can joke now, but the next six months were the hardest in my life. The withdrawals I had were the worst thing I've ever experienced. Having them while I was recuperating from my injuries was a circle of hell I didn't think existed. I wanted to die most days and felt lost in the darkness. But sobriety was the beacon on the horizon. Even during my darkest moments, I could still see the fuzzy spark of white light off in the distance. It kept me going. Six months from my beat-down day, I came out the other side healthier but weaker.
I needed a job but had limited skills. Thankfully, I had a former pill buddy who managed to keep steady employment with the cable company. We always got along, and he called in a few favors and hooked me up. I got hired, but it was a struggle. Not the work, which was easy to learn, but dealing with the public without telling them to fuck off. Worse, was trying to avoid the flood of illegal substances that are around you at all times. Customers will offer you weed or pills for all the channels, or bored co-workers will have something to "make the day pass by." It's a lot to dodge, especially if you're in recovery. Whenever I felt the itch again, I'd feel the scar tissue from my wrist surgery, and the itch would pass.
The last week has been one of those "Shit, is it Friday yet?" weeks that seem to be growing in frequency these days. I don't want to bore you with the details, but needless to say, most nights, I needed to reach out to my sponsor and have them talk me off the ledge. We recently had a turnover at the executive level, and my new boss Rory was a tremendous cock. A rager at levels science hasn't ever seen before. Just the worst dude imaginable.
Part of Rory's new crusade was coming in and firing a bunch of guys. The company called it "checking for redundancies in the labor force," but we all knew what it was. He was picking off two classes of people: high earners and guys with spotty pasts. I was in the latter group and imagined it was just a matter of time before my number got pulled. I was on pins and needles all week. I made sure I was the greatest cable installer you'd ever meet. So far, I was getting high marks but the forced joviality was wearing thin.
It's safe to say my joy had left on a one-way ticket. I have no clue when—or if—she'd return.
Back to this shit. I had just finished up my last job of the day when my work phone started buzzing. I cursed and thought about not answering, but the threat of unemployment loomed too large for me to do that. I picked up and knew from the jump my day was far from over. Denise from dispatch asked if I could cover a job left hanging because of "scheduling conflicts" (see: the original installer had been let go). It was near where I was and was a simple install.
I gritted my teeth and agreed. I liked Denise and knew she was worried about the hammer falling on her, too. She thanked me profusely, and promised to bring me cookies tomorrow. Since she's a hellcat in the kitchen and getting close to a dispatcher never hurts, I said no worries. I hung up, balled up my jacket, and screamed into it. I felt better after that.
981 Maple Street was about five minutes away, but it felt like a world away. Maple Street was at the end of the neighborhood where large swaths of grass fields faded into a thicket of woods. The woods rose up into the foothills until they graduated to mountains. To borrow a phrase from Shel Silverstein, the house resided where the sidewalk ends.
The house, an off-white birdhouse ranch type, was a little run-down but no worse than any of the others that populated this neighborhood. This place had been hit hard by economic times, and property values had plummeted. It was slowly recovering. In five years, this would be a place most current residents wouldn’t be able to afford. The front yard had a large oak tree that looked amazing but had killed the grass under its canopy. The rest of the yard looked well cared for.
I knocked and heard a few voices talking on the other side of the door. It opened, and a man in his late 40s stood there with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He was tall and thin, save for a middle-aged paunch. His face was starting to crinkle at the edges, but he was southern California middle-aged, which meant he was holding up pretty well. He did look tired, though—the bags under his eyes were full-on steamer trunks.
"You with the cable company?" he asked, knowing I was.
I nodded. "You requested an install, right?"
"Yes, I did. Please, come in."
He opened the door wide, and I walked in. The house was pretty bare with a bachelor pad aesthetic. That didn't make much sense since I heard a female voice talking to him. I assumed it was his wife. I believe in a lot of wild shit, but to think that a wife would be fine with their house decorated like a 23-year-old bachelor lived there was a bridge too far.
"I'm Tom," the guy said, extending his hand. I shook it. "What did you need from my end?"
"Do you know if there was a previous hookup here?"
"Ugh, yeah. There is one in this room and another in the back bedroom."
"Okay. I should put the modem in a spot that'll hit the whole house. The signal can get wonky if it's in a room behind a wall or bricks or anything."
"This room is probably the best spot then," he said.
"Perfect. I have to get under the house, check the old connections, and replace some parts. Where's your hatch to get under the house?"
"Oh, it's around back. You can exit out this side door and walk through the backyard. It's on the eastern side. You might need a screwdriver to remove the grate. Do you need one?"
I pulled a screwdriver from my pocket and showed him. "I should be good. Thank you, though."
"I should've guessed you'd have one."
"I appreciate your concern. Is there anything in the backyard I should be worried about? Dogs? Kids? Wild dogs? Wild kids?"
It was standard banter, and it always got a chuckle out of people. Same thing happened here. "Nothing to worry about," he said. "You should be good."
"Alright. I'll get started so you can get online as soon as possible."
"Great! If you need anything, I'll be doing some work in the back bedroom."
I nodded and headed for the side door. The dining room door led to the pie wedge-shaped backyard, which was larger in the back than the front made it look. The grass was as cooked as its kin in the front, but islands of green weeds seemed to be thriving. In the corner of the lot, an old metal shed stood, rusted to the point where I assumed divine intervention kept it standing. It seemed to have been there since the house had been built – or maybe several decades before.
When I turned the corner of the house, I spotted a woman and child staring into the corner of the yard, their backs facing me. The Woman wore a faded blue dress that fit her well. Tom had, it seemed, out-kicked his coverage with her. I didn't want to startle them, so I offered a friendly "hello" to the pair. The kid started to turn, but the mother placed a hand on their shoulder and kept their heads facing away from me. I squinted along the treeline, trying to see what they were concentrating on, but I didn't see anything unusual.
Just wanting to be done with the job, I let them be and moved on. I turned another corner to the house's short side and spotted the grate leading to the crawlspace. The grate looked as old as the shed, and I wasn't sure I would even need the screwdriver to open it. Hell, I was sure the thing would disintegrate in my hands as soon as I touched it.
I crouched and was about to pull it off when I heard something rustling near me. I glanced back to where I had seen the mom and kid, but they were gone. I assumed I had heard them leaving. I pulled the grate off – I was right, no screwdriver necessary – and as I set it aside, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
It was the kid. A boy around eight or so. But they weren't staring at me exactly. They were looking away from me, staring up at the roof line. I found it odd. Clearly, the kid wanted to talk to me but had turned their back on me. I coughed to let them know that I knew they were there, but they didn't respond.
"Hey man, what's up there?" I said.
"Nothing nice," he said, still keeping their gaze away from me.
"Oh," I said, "Not going to hurt me, is it?"
"Maybe," he said.
Not the answer I was expecting. "What is it?"
"They told me you'd know soon enough."
As he said that, I felt something crawling across my hand. I pulled my hand away from the house and shook it. I saw a spider land in a pile of leaves and scurry away. I let out a nervous laugh. I'm not scared of spiders or anything, but the shock of being told some unseen thing was watching me and didn't look pleased, coupled with the sensation of something on my skin, was enough to justify a quickened heartbeat.
I looked back at where the kid had been standing, but he was gone. I chalked it up to kids being little weirdos and went back to work. The faster I could get this installation done, the quicker I could go home and smoke a bowl. I let Kush be my guide. I put up my hood, turned on my small flashlight, and shimmied through the opening under the house.
I know guys who've worked for the company for years and still dread going into a crawl space. Granted, it's not my favorite thing to do, but I don't mind either. The bugs can be a nuisance but if you don't bother them, they tend to not bother you. Same with rats and mice. Raccoons, though? I crawl out and call animal control. Those little dudes are cute but nasty as all get out. My path today was nothing but cobwebs, so I was okay.
I flashed my light around and saw where the cable line went up into the living room floor. My job here was to ensure the coaxial line's integrity was still good. If it had been chewed on or anything, I'd replace it. Sometimes, I just replaced it anyway—saving myself a potential job later down the line.
I crawled over to where the line came in from the pedestal and started my once-over. I not only looked for any damage but also ran the line through my hands to make sure my eyes didn't miss anything. I was under the dining room area when I heard that side door close.
I stopped. Tom said something, but it was muffled. I wanted to be nosy, so I waited a beat to hear if anyone spoke back to him. Someone did. It was soft and quiet – I assumed it was the Boy – and I didn't make out what they asked, but I did hear Tom's response. In a firm voice, he said, "No, not right now. Run along."
There were footsteps over me that faded into another section of the home. Tom said, "He always wants to jump the gun. How many times do I have to tell him?"
I suppressed a laugh at the last line. It's the official father's lament. I kept moving my hand down the line and didn't feel nicks along the cable. In fact, on closer inspection, the line looked almost new. I was planning to change it, but this looked like it had been installed last week.
I could hear someone walk into the living room as I reached the spot where the line went through the house. Another pair of footsteps followed the first, and I heard a breathy but detached woman's voice ask, "Can we show our faces now?"
"I just told the boy 'no.' What makes you any different?" Tom said, an edge to his voice.
A chill raced through my body. I knew those words, but this conversation made me feel like I spoke another language. Can we show our faces? Why would you not?
"Do you think he'll see us?"
"If I have my way," he said, not finishing that thought. "Leave me be. I must try to get some things done before he leaves, and you two keep bothering me."
What did Tom mean to get some things done before I left? What did he have in mind? While trying to process all this, I heard something shuffle in the darkness just beyond my flashlight beam. I moved it around, trying to see the telltale glowing eyes of varmints, but nothing flashed back at me.
I heard something shuffling again, this time down by my feet. I cocked my head as best as I could and shone the flashlight into that corner of the house but, again, there wasn't anything else down here but me and a thousand spiders. I sighed and finished my inspection of the wire.
As I turned to crawl back out from under the house, I heard somebody sneaking around on the floor above me. The wood groaned as the person moved slowly. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but they wanted to keep it a secret. A shadow fell over the pinprick of light from where the cable went into the house. Someone was standing over it.
"Can you hear them down there? Moving in the dark?" It was the Boy. “They like the dark.”
"What are you saying?"
"The little shadows," he said, "They live down there. Do you hear them?"
This kid was creepy as hell. "I, ugh, I can't hear you, dude," I said, inching my body away from the wire, "We can talk inside."
"They're going to get you, but that's okay," he said, "It only hurts for a little bit, and then you're fine."
Fuck. That. I had no desire to respond to that nightmare of a statement. I hastened my inch-worming, heading back towards the open hatch. As I did, I heard more movement in the darkness around me. I tried to ignore it, but it was a fool's gambit. It was impossible to ignore.
I was getting closer to the opening when I saw a pair of tiny legs walk in front of the hatch. It was the Boy. How did he get there so quickly and without me hearing him run on the floor? I didn't have time to run through the scientific method because the Boy leaned down and placed the metal grate back over the hatch.
"Hey! Hey!" I yelled. "I'm still under here!"
The Boy didn't stop. Instead, he placed a trashcan in front of the grate, enshrouding the entire crawlspace in darkness and trapping me inside.
"Hey! I need you to move that!" I screamed. No response. I raised my fist as high as possible and punched the floor above me to hopefully get Tom’s attention. That was a mistake, as I managed to punch straight into an old nail. I felt it puncture in between my knuckles. The pain was instant, and I let out a howl.
I shook my hand and swore a blue streak. I reached up with my other hand, felt the tip of the nail I had managed to punch, and found a flat spot next to it. I banged hard on the floor and yelled again for some help. Nobody responded. Not at first.
Then I heard someone chuckle under the house.
I couldn't locate where it had come from because it sounded like it was all around me. I swung my light around as best as I could but didn't see anything. No glowing eyes, nothing. I inched forward a bit, and someone laughed again – this time, it was to my right. I turned my light in that direction and saw a sudden flood of light fill the space under the house.
"What the hell?" I said, my desire to leave overtaken by a desire to know what was unfolding next to me.
A pair of kid legs dropped down from the hole in the floor. I realized then that the hole must be an interior crawlspace. The kid had blocked off the metal grate and opened this hatch for some reason. While he dropped his legs down, he didn't move any further.
"Hey, you have to open that metal grate," I yelled. "I don't want to be trapped down here."
"They told me they needed you," he said, followed by a slight chuckle.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, not caring that I was talking to a child. "Open the goddamn grate!"
"The shadows are approaching," he said, pulling himself back into the house. He placed the lid back on the hole, and I was trapped in the dark again. I cursed to myself and started pounding on the floor again.
"Hey! Someone come help me!"
That's when I felt something run across my legs. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It didn't feel like the tiny claws of a passing rat. It was cold to the touch, but as it hit my skin, I felt a burn in my bones. It's hard to explain, but I felt both extremes simultaneously. Whatever it was skittered off into the darkness of the other side of the crawl space.
The kid started laughing again, which brought me back to reality. I army crawled as fast as I could to the grate. I balled up my fist and punched in the middle of the metal. The blow knocked the old nails out of the wall, and the grate broke up. I was about to push away the garbage can when it suddenly wheeled out of the way.
I saw Tom's legs standing there.
"You okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.
I got out from under the house so fast that I left a me-sized dirt cloud in my place. Once out, I shook my body loose as if I had things crawling all over me. Tom watched but didn't say anything at first. We finally locked eyes, and he could see the rage, fear, and confusion on my face. He wisely waited until I spoke first.
"What the hell is wrong with your kid? He blocked me under there and taunted me from the indoor crawlspace."
"What are you talking about?"
"He told me the shadow people or something were watching, and then he blocked me under the house!"
Tom's face twisted up into confusion. "I...I don't understand."
"I can't make it any simpler, Tom!" I screamed, letting unprofessionalism take root.
"I don't have a kid."
It hit me like an Ali right cross. My vision got dizzy, and I struggled to catch my breath. I stared at his face, looking for the sign of a lie or a joke, but he was as stone-faced as an Easter Island statue. After a beat, I found my sense again. "I heard you talking to him in the living room when I was under the house."
"One, I was on a phone call. Two, are you spying on me? What the hell, man?"
"I wasn't spying, and you weren't on the phone," I said. I also heard you talking to your wife. She asked you if she could show her face or something."
"I don't have a wife either."
I shook my head. "I fucking saw them in the backyard! They were staring at the fence!"
Tom paused and cocked his head to the side. When he spoke, it was softly, trying to calm me down. "Are you...did you have a few drinks before the appointment? Or a pill or something? No judging – I know pill heads. I won't report you or anything, but I understand if you need to come back tomorrow with a clearer head."
"I'm sober," I said, gritting my teeth. "But I know what I saw. What I heard."
"As the tree said to the lumberjack, I'm stumped," Tom said. "You look a little flush. You want a bottle of water or something? I can show you I'm here all alone."
My adrenaline had seeped out of my body, and I was starting to feel like myself again. I nodded at Tom, and he smiled. "I'll go grab you one. Do you want to come into the AC?"
"No, I'm okay. I need to double-check the connection to the pedestal."
"Sure. Be bright back," Tom said as he walked off.
But I had no intention of checking the connections. I was going to check on Tom. I didn't believe him at all. Something weird was going on, and I needed to know what. As soon as he turned the corner around the house, I broke out my flashlight and headed back to the crawlspace.
I dropped to the ground and shone my beam into the darkness. Something had crawled on me, and I wanted to see what it was. I moved my light into every section of the crawlspace but saw no eyes glowing back at me.
"If you're under there, call back."
There was nothing. I was starting to feel like a paranoid idiot. I called out once again just to be sure, but again, nothing called back. I shut off my light and sighed. I started pushing myself back to my feet when I heard a faint woman's voice call out, "Can we show our faces now?"
"Not yet," someone hissed from the trees above me. I snapped my head up, expecting to see someone hanging on a branch over my head, but I just saw green leaves.
"Can we show our faces now?" It was the Boy. It sounded like he was on the roof. I shielded my eyes and glanced at the roof but didn't see him.
"No. He's not ready yet," someone whispered in my ear. I snapped around, throwing a punch as I did, only to slam my fist into the fence. I felt one of my knuckles crack as it hit the wood, and the pain shot up my arm like lightning. Within seconds, my hand started to puff up, and blood dripped out the wounds.
The Boy chuckled again. It came from under the house. I looked down at the grate and saw his legs disappear into the darkness.
"Hey!" I called and dropped to the ground. I pulled out my flashlight and shone into the darkness again. I was confident I'd see him, but he wasn't there. Nobody was.
I sat up and felt goosebumps turn my arms into braille. I glanced over to the corner of the house and was surprised to see the disappearing hemline of the faded blue dress. I rushed over to the corner and didn't see the Woman. I saw Tom with a bottle of water.
"You okay?"
"Where did that woman go?" I asked, my voice panicking. "She was just here."
"Sir, do you need me to call your boss for you? You're starting to scare me."
"What's up with this house? Is it haunted?"
Tom started laughing. "I hope not. I just moved in. I'd hate to have roommates again, especially ones who leave ectoplasm all over the place."
As I stared at him, I saw the Woman and the Boy emerge from the other corner of the house. They looked up on the roof, their faces obscured by their hands and the sun. I pointed a finger at them and screamed, "They're right there!"
Tom spun around and looked, but there wasn't anything there. He turned back to me, not sure what to say. Instead, he handed me the bottle of water. "I gotta be honest. I didn't see anything. Drink the water...you might have heat stroke."
I threw the bottle on the ground. "I don't have fucking heat stroke. I have a man that's lying about these things." I got close to him. "What did you have planned for me? Why do they keep asking to show their faces?"
"I don't," he said, but I didn't stay to hear him finish his thought. I walked right past him and turned the corner of the house. As I did, I saw the blue hem disappear through the door that led to the kitchen. I followed right behind her.
I walked into the house, which was as silent as a corpse. The Woman and Boy were nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" I called out. "I just saw you guys walk in here. Where are you?"
The door behind me opened up. Tom walked in, his face reddening with anger. "You can't just walk into my house."
"I saw them walk in. Where are they?"
"I keep telling you, it's just me and you here. Now, if you want to finish your work…."
I walked away from him and headed toward the bedroom where I had seen the Boy standing. I wanted to check that crawl space. The room was empty, not even a moving box in there, so finding the hatch that led under the house was easy. I went into the closet and pried the hatch open.
Tom entered the room behind me, more confused now than angry. "I don't want a line run through here."
"The Boy was standing in this spot. I saw his legs. I spoke to him. He told me the shadows needed me for something." I glared down into the darkness under the house. Despite Tom's feigned declarations that there wasn't another person in the house, I knew he wasn't being honest.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure you're back on pills and in the middle of a delusion," he said.
"How did you know I had a pill addiction?"
"The way you're acting, it wasn't a hard guess."
"I'm sober, but I did have a problem with pills. I never told you. I don't tell anyone."
Tom stood there, confused about how to answer. I stood up and stared him down. He looked away, but I didn't move my gaze. "Who are you? Who put you up to this? Was it Rory? He trying to get me fired?"
Tom's shoulders sagged. "You got me," he said. "Rory hired me to get you in trouble. I'm... I'm sorry. He offered me free cable for a year and assured me you were a bad guy and, well…. I'm weak."
"That's really fuc…," I stopped. "You're lying. Right now. You're lying. Why?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something dash past the open crawlspace hatch. I turned to the hatch opening and then back to Tom.
"Are you trying to stop me from looking in there?"
He didn't respond.
"What's under there?"
"He is," he said. "The Boy. He hides under there all the time. He has...friends down there."
"The shadow people?"
Tom shrugged, "What he calls them. I call them a menace. Impossible to get my work done with them causing a racket."
"What work?"
"Things you'd never understand in a million years," he said, "Things beyond your brain's capacity to imagine. Things that will help usher in a new world. Your kind's time is coming to a close. My work represents the new order."
I stared at him. I wasn't sure if I should run away or punch his lights out. Instead, I just spat out, "Bro, what the fuck?"
"Can we show our faces now?" the Boy called out from under the house.
I looked down at the hatch and then back at Tom. He nodded toward the opening. "Do you want to see your future?"
"Fuck it," I said. I got down, grabbed the sides of the opening, and lowered my head under the house.
I kept my eyes closed for a second, assuming I'd either see something horrifying or something would hit me in the face. When nothing struck me, I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn't make out anything.
"There's nothing under here," I said.
"Can we show our faces now?" said the Boy from somewhere under the house.
"Show him," Tom said.
I sat back up, grabbed my flashlight from my pocket, and flipped it on. I looked at Tom, "If you try anything, so help me, God."
Tom just smiled. I looked back down at the hatch and sighed. I was suddenly hit with a bolt of common sense. What was I doing? My internal alarms were going off and I was ignoring them. Curiosity had gotten me this far, but my fight instincts were starting to lose to my flight. No job was worth this.
"Man, fuck this," I said, reversing course and standing. I turned to confront Tom, but he was gone. I hadn't heard him leave, but there wasn't a trace of him there. "Tom? Where the hell are you?"
He didn't respond, and I decided that I had hit my "weird shit" quota for the day. I closed the closet door and headed back into the living room to grab my gear. I'd call dispatch and tell them someone else had to come out and finish the….
The wood floor cracked, splintered, and gave way when I put my weight on it. I fell through the floor and landed with a thud on the dirt in the crawl space. On the way down, I hit my ribs on a crossbeam and heard them crack and knock the wind out of me. As I lay on the dirt, writhing in pain, my lungs did their damnedest to find a breath. It couldn't, and my vision started to blur at the edges. For a fleeting few seconds, I envisioned my death on a dirty crawlspace floor. It wasn’t comforting.
I rolled onto my back and finally took in a massive gulp of life-saving air. The blurring vision subsided, and all that remained was the aching pain of a busted rib. My muscles around my rib cage spasmed and pulled tight against my lungs. After the initial big breath, I could only take shallow gulps because the pain was searing.
I lay there for a few seconds, collecting my thoughts, when I felt something skitter across my legs again. I kicked out of instinct but didn't hit anything. Instead, I heard the chuckling again. My flashlight had fallen out of my hand. I found it and turned it on.
This time, I did see something. Pairs of eyes—dozens of them—watched me from the darkness that surrounded me. These weren't possums or rats. I never hoped to find a raccoon under the house more than I did at that moment. I knew whatever these things were, they weren't natural and they wanted to harm me.
"Still want to know what they plan to do to you?" the Boy asked from behind me.
I turned around and shone the light where I heard the voice. The Boy was lying on his stomach, his face looking down at the ground. All I could see at the moment was the top of his head.
"Wha-what's going on?" I said, the light bouncing from my trembling hand.
"I can show you my face now," he said. He raised his head and….
The Boy didn't have a face.
He had the space for a face, but there were no features whatsoever—nothing but pale pink skin pulled tight across the front of his head. At that moment, the image of a wooden art figure came to me.
“What the ever-loving fuck?"
"Want to see something really scary?" the Boy said, his lack of a mouth not stopping him from speaking. He raised himself onto the tips of his fingers and toes and started skittering toward me, laughing as he did.
I clambered out of the crawlspace as fast as my battered body could carry me. I got out of the hole and onto my feet and let out an ear-splitting scream.
The Woman in the blue dress was standing next to the hole in the floor. Like the Boy, she didn't have a face either. But I could feel her eyes on me. Looking into my mind. Into my soul. She stepped toward me, and I bolted for the front door.
I whipped it open and was greeted by Tom standing there, blocking me. He grinned. "Leaving so soon?"
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, checking behind me to see if the Woman was still coming toward me. She was, and she was gaining quickly.
"Can we show our faces now?" he asked with a laugh.
I turned back to Tom and nearly had a heart attack. His face was gone. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. My legs were jelly, but I kept myself propped up. The human desire to survive can perform miracles.
Tom reached out and pointed at a spot on the far side of the living room wall. I turned and saw three skinned human faces hanging from old nails: a man, a woman, and a boy.
"You're turn to join us," Tom whispered. But the voice wasn't said out loud. It came from inside my own head. "We can always use another body around here."
My brain clicked into action and sent an all-points bulletin to my limbs. The message was simple and actionable – "Get the fuck going, you dope."
I felt my hand ball into a fist and spun. It landed where Tom's nose would've been. It should've knocked him back, causing him to stumble and giving me time to run. But that didn't happen. Instead, his face pulled apart, letting my fist slide right through. It closed on my arm, trapping me.
I yanked and yanked, but my arm would not dislodge from his face. I glanced back and saw the Woman nearly next to me. The Boy was climbing out of the hole, moving like a cockroach. I looked back at the wall and saw Tom's hanging face silently laughing.
Something about those silent laughs cut me to my core. They were laughing because Tom thought he had outsmarted me. He had beat me. That my face would soon be hanging on the wall next to theirs. I wasn't going to let that happen.
I saw a loose brick on the walkway, and a plan flashed in my mind. I yanked hard, sending Tom stuttering forward enough for me to wrap my finger around the brick. I brought it up and sent it towards his face. As expected, the face parted again, and the brick flew through easily.
But as soon as the face curtains pulled aside, I yanked my arm free. With my limb free, I took off in a mad sprint for my truck. I got inside and fumbled my keys as I tried to start the engine. Tom, the Woman, and the Boy stood together at the front door and watched as I got the van going and rocketed down the street.
I drove like a madman for ten minutes, trying to put as much space between me and the house as possible. I finally stopped at a gas station to collect my thoughts. I was jittery, and my mind was swimming, but I was also relieved. I had gotten out.
I collected myself and called Denise to tell her I couldn't finish the installation at 981 Maple Street. I was going to suggest we cancel the order and not send another installer there. That's when the conversation took a turn I wasn't expecting.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be off an hour ago," Denise said when I called her.
"I was trying to finish the install at 981 Maple, the one you sent me to."
"I didn't send you anywhere," she said. "With how insane Rory is being about overtime hours, I'm trying to keep everyone below the threshold."
"What are you talking about? You called and asked me. You don't remember," I said, a bad feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.
She gave me a nervous chuckle, "I swear I didn't. Are you feeling okay? You gotta come back. People are waiting for the van."
"I can prove it. I have a record of you calling me on my phone," I said. I opened my call log, and my jaw dropped. There was no call from Denise. She was telling me the truth. But if she didn't call me, who did?
"Rory wants to talk to you when you get in. I wouldn't mess around, he seems pissed" she said before hanging up.
I haven't moved since. I wanted to write this down because I felt like it needed to be recorded. Something supremely fucked up is happening at 981 Maple Street. It nearly got me. It still might. To think, on any other typical day, a surprise conversation with my boss would be the scariest thing that could happen to me. Funny how seeing a faceless ghoul can prioritize your problems. If you're hired to do work there, turn it down. Trust me, it's not worth it.
"Can we show our faces now?" they asked. "Fuck no," should be the only response.

Hi guys, sorry for making another boring post of “should I pay my mortgage early?”. I wanted to see what you guys think about this strategy:
DINK in VHCOL, staying DINK forever.
House: 2.2M, of which 1M is equity and 1.27 is a mortgage at 5% with 28 years remaining.
Current assets other than the house are 200K in retirement accounts, and probably another 300k in cash (doing a renovation atm), which will be invested in index funds after we take our emergency fund once we finish our reno.
HHI last year of about 900k, this year maybe 1M, maybe a bit more. Expected to be able to maintain 1M long term. In case anyone is wondering why such low assets for the income, we have been making increasingly good money only for the last 3-4 years, we were making 80k in 2019. I expect to pretty much plateau around 1 M.
After tax we are assuming take-home of 550K a year now.
Current expenses are about 15-17k a month, let’s round it to 190k a year to make the numbers a bit easier.
We have now 360k a year to play with.
My goal is to achieve FI soon. (Not necessarily to RE, as I enjoy my job, but I will cut my hours in half after we achieve FI).
Now, there are two options and I would like to hear different thoughts about them:

1. If we pay our mortgage aggressively, with an extra 5K a month, we would be mortgage free in about 12 years, By then, investing the other annual 300K, according to the FIRE calculators that I have seen online, we would have 5M invested (plus some more money in retirement accounts, maybe 1-1.5M, which we can’t touch yet anyway). Interestingly enough, that is around the same moment when we would become FI considering our “pre-mortgage free” expenses at a SWR of 4%. However, our expenses would drop significantly at the same time (no mortgage!), so we would be FI by a great margin.
   
2. We don’t pay our mortgage, and keep investing those extra 60k in the market. Then we would get FI in 10 years, but we would still have a mortgage to pay for another 18 years, which would still be 40% of our monthly expenses.
   

Option 1 feels a bit safer to me, as our new worth would be more diversified between our RE and our investments, and if the stock market crashes we would be very well covered and debt-free.
Is there anything I am missing in my calculations? Any advice?
TL;DR: Should we pay off our 5% mortgage early at the expense of delaying FI by 2 years?

I have my own boots. Mainly ski in Japan. Maybe in Europe/Switzerland if the euchf crashes lol
Height/weight: 170cm (5ft7in) / ~60kg (132lbs)
Just started skiing this season and i can ski parallel and confident on japan red groomers. Have a cautious approach to black runs (ie parallel skiing but will traverse across the run for some distance before turning; rinse and repeat) as I need to gain confidence on higher speeds down a steeper run.
Mainly will be skiing on groomers. Like to ski with speed (aggressive?) on familiar groomers.
Would like to:

• learn to ski offpiste and tree runs if I can find someone to ski with me as I ski solo
• learn beginner ski tricks and beginner jumps
• learn carving

Im looking for a 1-ski quiver to do-it-all for now as I don’t live in a country with winter. I have rented 2020 skis: 165cm Salomon XDR 84 Ti 2020 and 163cm Faction Chapter 2.0 96. I can’t feel the difference between both, maybe the faction is not as mobile due to it being wider? Ski 15-30 days per season. Prefer to buy my own skis as delaying the purchase would mean more rental costs and more seasons to breakeven the purchase cost vs rental
My concerns: 1) reviews say brahma is for advanced skiers which I don’t consider myself + 171cm is for advanced level for my height (whats the definition of advanced?) and 2) given I’m lightweight and the brahmas are stiffer, will it be difficult for me to ski the brahmas as intended?
is the brahma too wide for groomers in Europe/Switzerland?
I live outside Japan hence will be buying skis online and the brahma 88 is the only ski with a suitable length+width that is available on sale. and since im mainly skiing in japan, the wider width will be useful vs a pure carving ski?
should I buy the brahma 88? it looks good based on reviews. I want to future proof my purchase as i become better at skiing and avoiding "upgrading" to an advanced ski if I purchase an intermediate ski now.
lastly, is the look SPX 12 90mm a good binding? my DIN according to the online calculator is 5-6. thank you for reading my long-winded post

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Introduction

Einstein’s theory of special relativity revolutionized our understanding of the cosmos, introducing the idea that the speed of light remains constant for all observers, regardless of their motion. This foundation has stood unchallenged in mainstream physics for over a century. Yet, what if light’s behavior could be viewed from a different angle? What if, contrary to relativity, light actually travels in a straight, absolute path, unaffected by the motion of the source or the observer? This article explores a novel theory proposing just that, shedding light on a potentially groundbreaking perspective.

The Concept of an Absolute Light Path:

1. Absolute Path vs. Relative Motion In Einstein's theory of special relativity, the motion of the source or observer affects the observed properties of light, such as its direction and the simultaneity of events. Relativity maintains that while the speed of light is constant for all observers, its path can appear different depending on the observer's state of motion relative to the light source. However, the new theory posits that light has a unique characteristic: due to its masslessness, it follows a fixed, absolute path in the universe, uninfluenced by the relative motion of observers or the source of light.
   
2. Masslessness and Inertia Since light (photons) has no mass, it does not experience inertia. Inertia is the resistance of any physical object to any change in its velocity. This includes changes to the speed or direction of an object's motion. For massive objects, inertia plays a crucial role in how they behave when forces are applied, and it is a key factor in how they are perceived in different reference frames in relativity. Since light lacks this property, according to the new theory, it does not adhere to these relativistic principles in the same way and maintains a trajectory that is absolute and not just a product of perceived motion.
   
3. Implications of Light's Absolute Path If light truly travels in an absolute path, this implies the existence of a universal or absolute frame of reference from which the true path of light can be measured as a straight line, regardless of the observer's motion. This challenges the principle of relativity, which denies any universal frame of reference, positing instead that all motion is relative.
   

Addressing Common Misconceptions:

1. Historical Context and the Ether Historically, the idea of an absolute path for light involved a medium (ether) for light to travel through, which was disproved by the Michelson-Morley experiment. This new theory does not involve any medium; instead, it suggests that light travels in a fixed, absolute path regardless of the motion of the observer or the light source.
   
2. Relative Motion and Observed Direction In special relativity, the observed direction of light can appear different depending on the relative motion between the source and the observer due to relativistic aberration. This new theory, however, suggests that light follows a fixed, absolute path, implying that any perceived change in direction is due to the observer’s motion relative to this absolute path.
   
3. Simultaneity of Events While simultaneity itself is not a property of light, in special relativity, the simultaneity of events is relative and depends on the observer's frame of reference. The new theory indirectly addresses this by proposing an absolute frame where simultaneity might be absolute, as the events tied to the path of light could potentially be viewed as having an absolute order.
   

Visualizing the Theory:

Example - The Train Thought Experiment Revisited - Inside a Moving Train: If you're on a train moving forward and shine a flashlight straight up, according to relativity, both you and an external observer would agree that the light moves straight upward if measuring only in the train’s frame. But in the absolute path theory, you would see the light beam slant backward as the train moves forward, because, in your frame, the train (and thus you) are moving while the light's path is fixed. - From the Platform: A stationary observer on a platform, according to the new theory, would see the light's path as vertical if they are stationary in the absolute frame. If the platform observer is moving (say, the platform itself is on a moving body), they would see the light path tilted against their direction of motion.

Formula Application in Determining Absolute Motion or Rest:

The formula (tan(A) = v/c), where (A) represents the angle of deviation, (v) is the velocity of the observer relative to the proposed absolute frame, and (c) is the speed of light, is central to understanding how the theory of an absolute path for light could be applied practically to determine an object's state of motion or rest.

1. Determining Motion:
   • Observer in Motion: When an observer is in motion, they will perceive the path of light as deviating from its vertical trajectory. The velocity (v) of the observer will influence the perceived angle of deviation (A). By measuring (A) and knowing (c), the observer can calculate their velocity (v) relative to the light’s absolute path. If (A) is non-zero, it implies that the observer is in motion relative to the absolute frame.
   • Observer at Rest: If an observer measures no deviation in the light's path (A = 0), it implies that the tangent of (A) is zero, leading to (v = 0). This indicates that the observer is at rest with respect to the absolute frame of reference.

Conclusion:

This exploration into the possibility of light’s absolute path invites us to question and potentially expand our understanding of the universe. It challenges established norms and opens a dialogue about the very fabric of reality, encouraging further investigation and discussion within the scientific community.

Additional Clarifications:

1. Fixed and Absolute Path: The new theory posits that light’s path is fixed and absolute, meaning it does not vary with the observer's motion. This is distinct from relativity, where the path can appear different based on the observer's frame of reference.
   
2. Universal Frame of Reference: While it's true that light follows a geodesic (straight line) in every reference frame in relativity, the new theory suggests an absolute frame where light’s path remains vertical regardless of motion. This implies a fundamental frame of reference that all other motions can be measured against.
   
3. Distinguishing from Relativity: The concept here is that there is a unique, universal frame of reference. In this frame, light's path is always straight and vertical, unlike in relativity where the path may vary diagonally or otherwise depending on the observer's motion. The proposed absolute frame is not just another arbitrary frame. It is a foundational reference from which all other motions and observations derive their measurements, fundamentally different from the relative frames in relativity.
   
4. Light Absolute Path: For the person inside the train, since the observer is moving away from this absolute path, the light appears to be moving backward diagonally from their perspective. However, for the observer on the platform, who is at absolute rest, the observer can see the light follow its true vertical path.
   
5. Absolute Rest: Absolute rest can be determined by observing the deviation of light's path from its absolute trajectory. An observer in absolute rest would see the light's true path. For an observer moving at a relatively slow speed compared to the speed of light, this deviation would be negligible. Hence, measuring if an object is in absolute rest while its velocity is a fraction of the speed of light using the formula would be difficult since the angle of deviation is really small.
   

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