Even if the blockade of Hormuz ended tomorrow and oil prices went back to "normal", the instability caused by sudden fluctuations in markets will have effects that will be felt for decades to come and will prompt further desperation on the part of the western bourgeoisie that will give rise to their ultimate demise, either at the hands of the proletariat or at the hands of other bourgeois factions.
More earth toned clothing will be available once Tertel moves to Brighton. Maybe there's the push needed to get colour (via a combined wardrobe situation)
Stoooppp, cause if Lukey starts wearing some of Tertel's clothes it would look so adorable. Tertel already wears super baggy clothes, but they would quite literally hang off Lukey
I’ve been meaning to follow up on my video about theories of value. I know it was released in November 2022, but I had (1) intensive…
[26 Jan 2025]
To put it bluntly, many seem to believe that eyeballing noisy time series trends and making loose statements about the history of the displayed time period is sufficient to illustrate the TRPF empirically. It isn’t.
Capitalist enterprise continually strives to raise profits by increasing the productivity of labor. This is done by enlarging the scale of production and displacing labor with more efficient equipment working up larger amounts of raw materials, thus lowering the proportion of variable to constant capital. The capitalists, who, in their calculations, convert values into prices of production, i.e., into costs, imagine that constant capital itself produces profit because they include a profit on its consumed portions in figuring costs and selling prices. But as only its own used-up value is incorporated in commodities, constant capital produces no new value and no surplus value; labor, living labor alone produces surplus value, of which profit is the realized form. If the rate and mass of surplus value remain the same after an increase in constant capital, a fall ensues in the rate of profit because the surplus value is now a smaller ratio of a larger total of invested capital, on which the rate of profit is calculated. It can be otherwise only if the elements of constant capital are considerably cheapened; in this case the old or even a higher rate of profit may be secured. The higher composition of capital, however, increases the rate of surplus value: while the living labor incorporated in a commodity falls, the unpaid portion, representing the surplus value, rises. But this rising tendency of surplus value is accompanied by antagonisms which set in motion its opposite, the tendency of the rate of profit to fall. The rise in surplus value produced by the higher productivity of labor can result in a rising rate of profit only under certain definite conditions: if the rise in the value of labor’s surplus product is greater than the rise in the value of constant capital, if all the new fixed capital is set in motion by labor, if prices and profits are not lowered by competition, if markets absorb the enlarged output of commodities and permit complete realization of surplus value and profit. It is the fact that these conditions are rarely, if ever, present simultaneously which activates the tendency of the rate of profit to fall.
Lewis Corey, The Decline of American Capitalism (1934)
Continuing my precarity posting: my contract runs out in the middle of March and so far none of the positions I've applied to have gotten back to me. To add insult to injury, my wife (who was making six figures) was fired today with no explanation.
We're both well educated and we'll be fine, but there are some really hard times coming...
Tags: drunk confession, light angst with comfort, longing, mutual pining, +(no beta, we die like djoker at davis cup 2023), first kissies 🫣
Warning: none (but do tell me if I need to add any)
Word count: 1.5k
*thank you for reading!
Juan Carlos Ferrero almost never had to worry about Carlos on the court nor during matches because his best student always has the answer to every tricky question he ever faced. Carlos is an amazing student, and he is proud of him, always.
But now he is worried sick.
He lost count on how many rounds he had drank, but the number is increasing worryingly. The young star acts differently when he is drunk, and Juan Carlos would never give a damn about it, and here comes the 'but' again.
The centre of the problem is that they are in the public, and Carlos Alcaraz Garfia is knocking on the next level of drunk. And Juan Carlos Ferrero now is worried about how can he put on a 'leash' on this kid because oh god be damned, he knows that boy will regret everything he will do the next day.
"Carlitos, you should stop now," Juan Carlos closed the gap to Carlos's ears, delivering his intention to his only target audience.
"You must be fun at parties, Juanki," Carlos replied, eyes looking lost under the liquor.
His fault, totally.
Carlitos was given the permission to let loose at the afterparty of a Nike event and maybe the young soul took his words too seriously. Well, half of the blame is his, and he would put another half on the Italian star, Jannik Sinner.
"I understand that you are sad, but please control yourself, young man," Juanki almost begged, but stayed composed.
Okay, as long as he stays still, Carlitos is fine. He will be fine.
"NOT UNTIL JANNIK SINNER ANSWERS ME!"
Someone, please save Juan Carlos.
With that, every pair of eyes in the party is now stapled on Carlos's drunk blabbers.
"Why can't he say no? Is a 'no' too hard to say? I can say no. It is not that hard. Just say no to me and I can move on," Carlos continued. His voice became louder as the music went agonisingly low, earning all ears.
"You can't do that... Right Juanki? No shh, you can't look at someone's eyes, and expect me to not fall in love. Well, the news is I do fall in love. And my first love hates me," Carlos paused, only realising that he is the star of the party now.
"What to do? I can win 100 grand slams and it will still be never enough for him to look at me," he started moving his legs, and this is bad news, real bad news to Juan Carlos.
Carlos spotted someone at the opposite of the room, stunned and froze at his place. But his mind now is too heavy to understand anything ever. The thin strokes of headaches became roaring hurricanes in his mind, but he trusts his feet more to move towards the ever still standing guy. That guy who looks painfully like the love of his life.
"And you!" The pointed finger felt like a thunder to the receiver, naturally reds up but he remained silent.
"You awfully look like my crush," Carlos hiccuped as he points to the said person.
Heavens must be playing cupid right now, because it is literally THE Jannik Sinner.
When Juan Carlos thought his legs could be faster, the star-strucked and madly in-love Carlos Alcaraz is much faster and swifter.
"But you are not him," Carlos strides closer to the taller figure, whom he assumed still, someone who awfully looks like Jannik Sinner and didn't help with his intention of forgetting his love tonight.
"He wouldn't even try to look at me, let alone my eyes,"
"Maybe I was too afraid,"
"Or am I too bad of a match for him?"
"At least he won't have to hear any of these,"
"Who?"
"You know who,"
"Well I don't,"
"Jannik. Jannik Sinner."
"Hmm. Tell me more about it," Jannik closes the gap betweet him and Carlos, voice turned into whisper, so that only Carlos could hear him.
"He won't tell me the truth."
"Really?"
"He won't tell me if he likes me or hate me, I don't know, I love him so much, and I have never fall in love so badly, now all Juanki tells me is to move on, forget about it, did he think forgetting THE Jannik Sinner is that easy?"
Jannik took it as a signal to run away.
He reached for Carlos's wrist so easily and ran towards the exit, leaving the party with whistles and yells from the rest of the guests. Under the dimmed lights, Jannik tightens his grip, as he will never forgive himself if he let this chance go waste.
Never, anymore.
"What are you doing?" Carlos tried to yank his arm from Jannik, thinking this guy is taking away his last chance to see Jannik tonight.
"Let me go! I need to see Jannik before the night's over."
"I'm bringing you to him," replied Jannik, as he confirmed that nobody else is there with them in the hallway.
Left under the orange bulbs, Carlos's cheeks look hotter than he remembers. He let go of his wrist, softly, as he realised how he hurt him unnoticed.
He thought he was not enough for the world's star; shining so bright, when he could never come close to everything Carlos had carved in history. The boy deserves much much better, and nothing less. Not someone like him.
He yearned for more, nights after the handshakes at the net. He shook hands with many, but the rough lines and calluses on his palm left a mark on him, one that he dreamt of holding forever.
He wanted more, but nothing is ever enough to be on par with Carlos.
"Where's Jannik?" Carlos whispered, eyes blinking softly at him. They are drowned in alcohol, and all Jannik wanted to do is to secure him under his arms, in a tight embrace, closing his head to his heart, letting him know how crazy he makes him most of the time.
"If you don't have Jannik, I want to go back-,"
"Carlos, look at me," Jannik desperately calls.
Carlos did, but nothing is confirmed if Carlos actually recognise the red head or not.
"I'm sorry. I should do this when you're sober." Jannik had the entire month and year before this, to realise his feelings for Carlos was not just some wind passing by in summer. Now that Carlos is drunk, waiting for next morning made him feels like he only has five minutes left on this world.
To Jannik's surprise, Carlos started sniffing his suit, like a beginner K9 on duty for the first time. Borderline erotic, Carlos made Jannik nervous; again, with the airy trails on his neck, collar, and jacket. He stood still, letting Carlos continues.
"I know this smell," Carlos concluded his short 'investigation'.
He lifted his head, eyes directly locked with Jannik. Needed him extra seconds to complete the puzzles inside his head and realise that he is with Jannik Sinner.
The Jannik Sinner.
"FUCK-"
Carlos bumped his head on Jannik's chest, and chose flee as the best option in this situation.
"Carlos-, no wait," this time, the grip on the wrist is as soft as his plead.
"If you can recognise me now, then good. Now listen to me, if you're going back to the party, it's better that you don't. You don't remember what you did and it would be better for you to just go to your bed now. I can't let other people see you like this," Jannik continued.
"My choices made you care now, mister?" Carlos couldn't believe this guy. First he couldn't reply to his feelings, now he made it like he has a say in it.
"Let's just say like that."
"Just stop playing with my feelings now," Carlos wanted to cry right here. Right now. In front of his crush. He may be alone, but it felt like he was in front of everybody, being shamed for loving someone he loves.
"Your choices are as important to me. And if you are hurt, I share the same. I don't want you to be hurt, and please, stay here with me. Alone and together here," Jannik pleads, gaze softens as he melted under Carlos's glossy eyes.
They stayed there. Eyes towards each other, wanting something they quite afraid of saying.
"You aren't going to do it?"
Carlos fucking needs it. He wants it.
"If I'm allowed to-,"
Carlos's arms bravely reached Jannik's face, not allowing gaps in between his lips and Jannik's. Sloppy, messy and suffocating as they are pouring loves from themselves. The lips of dreams, Carlos think about it so often, he could passed out any moment now. Added with the alcohol, his head is spinning extra crazy up there. Legs weakened as they melted with gravity, but Jannik swiftly scooped him under the jacket, holding him still in the hips.
Thin layer of his white shirt felt like Jannik's hands put some holes on it. Warmth of his palm, grip of his fingers, Carlos unintentionally let out some noises, sweetest to Jannik's ears.
After they sucked all of the oxygen from each other, Carlos's arms stayed on Jannik's shoulders, except that he is a full-blown red tomato now. Head on Jannik's chest, the grip on his hips pulls him closer to Jannik.
"I'll say sorry again tomorrow," Jannik carefully apologised in his whisper, sneakily smiling in his tone.
“In our view, the theory explains the present crisis is a way that is both scientifically legitimate and considerably better than the alternatives currently on offer from the Marxist left. A central mechanism of today’s economic crisis is the fact that the rate of profit in the U.S., UK and several other advanced capitalist countries is now falling, and has been falling since the early years of the postwar boom. The theory explains the cause of this fact: the accumulation of invested capital has outstripped the growth of employment, which tends to depress the rate of profit; and the various “counteracting factors” have failed to offset this tendency over any but short periods.2”
— The Unmaking of Marx’s Capital Heinrich’s Attempt to Eliminate Marx’s Crisis Theory
by
Andrew Kliman, Alan Freeman, Nick Potts, Alexey Gusev, and Brendan Cooney 1 (2013)
2 This crisis theory does not counterpose the fall in the rate of profit to credit-market disturbances and other kinds of financial instability, nor does it privilege the former over the latter. Financial instability is a crucial link between the LTFRP and economic crises, as Marx emphasizes throughout much of the final chapter on the LTFRP in Capital, volume 3. The following statements (by Heinrich and the editors of Monthly Review, respectively) wrongly try to counterpose the LTFRP and financial instability: “a systematic treatment of crisis theory is not possible on the immediate basis of the law of the tendential fall in the rate of profit (as suggested by Engels’s edition of the third volume of Capital), but rather only after a presentation of interest-bearing capital and credit” (emphasis in original). “Marx ... never ceased to discard earlier formulations; for example, at the end of his life he was focused on questions of credit and crisis.” For a discussion of the empirical trend in the rate of profit that takes financial investment into account, see Freeman (2012/13). [?]”