There is a bit stronger, though still r^2 <0.01, of a relationship if you limit the data to just places with more than 100K people.

But it goes in the direction contrary to expectations; bigger cities have SLIGHTLY MORE unemployment.

Weird.

(Do note the change in vertical scale)

(NYC is in the data but off the right edge of the chart)

I may gimmick an alternative metric trying to use something like an age-adjusted employment rate to try to look at this from a different angle, but that's a project for another day

Next Sunday evening, our book club covering Boethius' Consolation of Philosophy, a guide to finding peace amidst adversity, will begin. If this sounds interesting to you, see the above post for details.

What I wonder is what the definition of unemployment is, and whether society's definition really is a meaningful one at all. I suspect it is not

My thought is that it probably captures a portion of what you'd want it to. And that portion has a big overlap with what we are interested in.

So, the unemployment statistic measures the percentage of the labor force that is jobless and actively seeking employment. It represents the number of people who are willing and able to work but cannot find a job and have not given up and stopped looking.

When we talk about this stuff, what we're asking about is mostly "can I find a job there?", right? So, that this excludes folks who choose to live as NEETS or off welfare shouldn't bother us. The portion that is of concern is folks who want to work but are so blackpilled that they stop trying. We'd prefer it to measure those guys, but it doesn't

It begins ☃️

Here we go again

I'm thinkin'... Pork tonight

Only one thing is kosher in this house...

Anyone else dreaming of a white Halloween?

Pork is a garbage meat

Pork in the Porkies

Moonlit night, Porkies' glow,
Grilling chops in the snow.
Whispers of winter, chill in air,
Warmth of the fire, beyond compare.
Pines above, standing tall,
Snowflakes drift, gently fall.

Campfire circle, stories share,
Pork on the grill, in the open air.
Under the canopy, whispers of time,
Rivers flow, a natural chime.
Starry paths guide the way,
In Porkies' embrace, we wish to stay.

Do you still want that smart lock?