Exactly. Sorry, I forgot to turn the recording on, so I'm just turning it on. This is the Fellowship of the Link call for Wednesday, January 17th, 2024.  Before we go too far with the trope of barbarians at the gate, you've got to remember by the time Rome fell, the barbarians were Rome. They had integrated so much at the edges and into the center. It was the center that collapsed and lost their way, and then the floodgates kind of opened and then everything collapsed. So don't blame the barbarians necessarily, because it's the fish that stinks from the head, which is what happened in this case. They brought in a new people. They brought in Julius Caesar, who turned it from the thing it was into the thing it shouldn't have been, and that's what killed it. Very interesting. Another small note is that the word Barbarian is kind of marketing for those awful people outside, and a lot of the barbarians were actually smarter cultures that Romans or whoever didn't want any of their people to mingle with. So they were the Barbaroi. Actually, Barbaroi is probably a Greek word, I think, and it goes back further. Yeah. It mimics the sound they thought they were making. It's like, oh, we still do it today. We still have that trope. Similarly with the Catholic Church, most people don't realize the word pagan comes from the word pagani, which means of the countryside. So the people out there are the pagans, and we in the center are the thing. Right. People are called rustic, and that comes from rules, which is countryside. Yeah. A lot of... Well, here, I guess you can go into the reading of cities of country versus, of course, being already confrontational, so perhaps just as two units in a system, but through history. But yeah, in this case, it does seem to me like there is some reason to call this a decor, because of the decor by market forces. Maybe not somebody will mediate it anymore. And it's sort of like a bit like you have the goal of a company for the goal itself, and that yielding a lot of value in the market and so eventually, and then a transition to the market value by itself for itself. So it does feel like corporate identities take over companies, and then they do something like fracking. I mean, to use a metaphor, I guess. You know, like this, they just also rip the companies apart for parts, essentially. Right. And yes, but I recrease that by the time that happens, that happened because of like previous decay, for sure. And yeah. I don't know what you think about Moloch, as well as a metaphor for this. I hear Moloch brought up often, but I don't don't never remember the context well enough to actually comment on it. I've actually been reading a little bit of H.G. Wells lately, but it was the his time travel piece. It was the Eloi and the Morlocks, and the Morlocks. Yep. That's it. That's what it's from. The lived underground in eight. It's the time machine, 1895. Although speaking of books, wasn't our topic for the day Neo Books? Oh, it could be. Not to, not to, you know, Cool. Hijack the shift here, but Oh, I'd be happy, happy to talk about Neo Books. Yeah. So which ones do you have in mind? We started discussing that last time and I think it was, it was nice. Yeah, exactly. I'm happy to talk about mine. I could talk about other projects that are there. Uh, anyone who's interested like, you know, go from there, but Uh, I don't know the Barbary Coast. Interesting. So distractible. Sorry, the Barbary Coast is the Berbers. So the Barbary Pirates were Berber Arabs.  So, so I'm going to hear a Neo Books to see what we discussed previously. In case we want to take up any threads. We have designed for trust. We have, well, here a notion of the great conversation, which I'm not sure whether we framed it as a Neo Book, but I sort of like the idea. And we discussed the exclusion as a way to write these. And yeah, the great ideas again in a different meeting came up. I hear Chris, you share the thread. Yeah. So then we have open letters, which is like when I'm trying to pursue. Yep. Cool. So why don't I just start in the middle, uh, in Medias Res. Uh, and, um, we can find our way to the things we want to talk about. And I think I'll probably repeat some stuff that I think we started with at the end of last call. But that's actually a reasonable overlap. So Neo Books are an attempt to use books as shiny bait. To attract people to the idea that the content of books should be in composable reusable nuggets of, uh, that, that, that have the contained wisdom, insight, whatever ideas that, um, are alive, meaning they, uh, as a wiki document is a community document that might be improved over time. So might these and the book would be a slice through a series of nuggets that roll up, but, but the book would, would specify like it's published on a particular date. So it takes a, a version of, of each nugget on that date, rolls them up, spits them out as an ebook or Kindle, uh, file format book, which means it's then fixed as a snapshot of that moment, which is a good thing, not a bad thing. But all these things, whether it's, uh, you know, uh, great conversations, you know, great books, the Western world or history or the etymology of barbarian or, uh, pagan, uh, all these things could easily be nuggets and then be reused in different ways. Writing a new book presupposes a kind of, uh, a form of rhetoric that I'm still trying to figure out how to explain properly. It borrows a tremendous amount from writing wickily or writing as if you were writing on a wiki because a big inspiration for new books is how wikis work because wikis maintain wikis or social documents, they maintain version control. So you can always roll back and roll forward and that's one way to prevent vandalism or other kinds of obstruction, et cetera, et cetera. But wikis aren't usually trying to write for composability, meaning, uh, one of my problems with wikipedia is that, uh, or with the peer to peer foundations wiki is that the pages are just really, really long. Uh, they, they, they wind up being a long read individually because they're trying to sort of encompass the whole subject. But it turns out that a lot of the things that they contain are subunitable, nugget, nuggetisable, that nuggetization is a, is a word I'm, I'm working with. Like what, what does it mean to think in terms of what is the most functional nugget size? Where, what are the boundaries of nuggets? How do nuggets link to each other and sort of flow together so that they still read continuously? Those are all really important questions as, as I'm sort of trying to compose new books. And then the new book that I'm working on is, um, about design from trust, which is this idea I had back in, I don't know, 2012-ish. And, uh, I'm busy writing kind of an outline, uh, in Obsidian on, uh, GitHub, which is the, the, the massive wiki architecture that I've been using because Pete Kaminsky, uh, who will probably join us in a second, but he said he'd be late. Um, oh, burpers are also barbarians. Michael, interesting. Um, and so, uh, so I'm, uh, composing a Neo book about design from trust, which means I'm writing a bunch of nuggets up about, uh, about this concept of design from trust, which is really fun to do. I'm also trying to point to all the different places where, uh, I have already recorded videos or done talks or whatever else because they fold in as meta material for all these things, uh, in addition. So let me pause there for a second, uh, and see which part of this y'all are interested in and, uh, where to go. And I, I'm, I'm bummed that we're not in Zoom because in Zoom, I find screen sharing incredibly easy and I do it all the time. I'm a little daunted by Jitsie's screen sharing. So I'm going to hold off for a second, but I've got, I've got. I think we could jump as well to try it because so we have the, we will have the ocean for the recording. Um, yes. Well, if you add the meat thing, let's just talk a bit for a bit now. Yeah. So, um, yes. So I will be interested in like seeing how, which nuggets you have so far. Yeah. And yeah, I'm interested in the idea of connectivity and I wonder if you have experimented with things like prompts to LGBT or we still saying, uh, these are three nuggets, please link them. I will place a number of fragments, please, uh, incorporate them into a cohesive whole. So I'm trying to avoid chat GPT at the second at the moment, partly because I think this is the right window. Let me share here. Yeah, good. So are you guys now seeing? Yeah, perfect. Good. So what are tools for thinking? Is that what you're seeing? Yes. Okay. So if I click on this tab, are you now seeing a tab that's basically the introduction to DFT? Yes. Okay. Good. Uh, so DFT part and only that good because I shared just this app. Yeah. Um, and this, uh, so actually this book has a table of contents. Here's the table of contents. This, this is kind of what I mean by the Neo book. Uh, and my hope is that every Neo book has a landing page and then a table of contents page that looks a little bit like this. And I think that once we start to actually publish, uh, Neo books will change this. This will change dramatically, but this is just version one. But here's, uh, here's a wiki page called DFT cover art. Here's, uh, you know, working title. Here's front matter, for example. So if I click on this, uh, this is actually a cut and paste from some resource on the web. I've forgotten exactly where of what should be in front matter. And all these sections are sort of optional, almost all of them are optional, not all of them. Uh, you need a title for a book. You probably need a copyright of some sort, et cetera, et cetera, but you don't have to have a dedication, for example. Uh, so these are, so these will be replaced as I write them with probably, uh, wiki links that point to a paragraph or six that do each of these things that then roll up into the front matter section. So if I go back to the contents, that's what would happen to the, to the front matter here. And then, uh, there's two introductions to this book. One of them is the Neo books introduction and the other one is the DFT introduction, because as I say in the paragraph here, this is a new kind of book, a Neo book. So first I need to explain the Neo book thing and then I need to explain design from trust. So I'm kind of handicapping myself by making this a doubly complicated book to write, but I like this. I'm really excited by it. And if I click on the Neo books intro, this is the page that sort of says the most about this. And then it includes, this is a tiny technical thing, but the Neo books intro includes a, a transclusion of another page called nuggets are really powerful. And in obsidian, this works really well. But, uh, when it publishes out to the web through the, a massive wiki website builder, there's no function yet to include a transcluded page. That's some code that has to still happen. Uh, so I'm trying to figure out how to, how to get there. So do you have. Oh, sorry. Go ahead to this page in the repo. I do. Uh, let me, uh, share that in the chat. This is the thing. I'm going to, I'm now over in my brain, but you can't see me and I not need to find the chat while screen sharing, which I have no idea how to find one. Oh, I think I see it over here. Good. Let me try this. Yeah, that, that does it. Hey, um, hi, Bentley. Uh, we're, we're diving into Neo books. So picking up where we left off at the end of last call. Um, I was wondering, so real quick, yeah, that you have a lot of potential chapters for the Neo book, but the actual books like built state is determined by the table of contents. So, uh, a plug in or extension I would love to have is one that I can point to this page and then say, show me all the objects that are supposed to roll up into this book and then show me this, the status of each of them. Right. So one of the nice things of Scrivener, which is the kind of the most used writer's app, which I don't like at all for reasons I think I've mentioned here before. So I was writing a bunch of different manuscripts in Scrivener and then one day realized that you cannot copy paste a chapter or a segment from one manuscript into another manuscript. They're completely separate objects and copy paste does not work.  And it's just a playlist like a table of contents that rolls up. That's a book for me now in my head. And this is just my conceit for how that works.  So the book contents page for DFT is the playlist for DFT. And I still haven't figured out with Pete, how do I indicate on a page when there's a link that's just meant to be a link embedded in text, not to be rolled up into the book? And how do how do we differentiate the links that are meant to be rolled up into the book? Because some of these things actually like are recursive. There will be, you know, there will be a wiki page listed in the table of contents that has a couple embedded wiki pages which are meant to roll into the full flowed text of the book. And those are technical details about metadata that we will hopefully iron out. But yes, this page is meant to be the role of sequence. And in fact, it should be in linear sequence of what we'll turn into a book. And if I forgot, you know, if I've forgotten sections or whatever else, let me know. But you know, this is an amateur version of this. Keep going. And what do you, how do you, you said it should show the status? I assume like finished or not. Right. What, what indicates status on those individual pages right now? So right this minute, absolutely nothing. One hack, one, one slow hack would be to rename the pages with a number and parentheses at the end of the name. And because obsidian is pretty good about mirroring names and making sure that the links still work and all that kind of stuff across pages that refer, that would be kind of interesting. However, at the far end, when it gets published out to the web, I don't want random numbers at the end of page names, because that's going to screw up anything I do in my brain, because I have to do this long run around to actually put pages in my brain. Because as I'm busy writing these nuggets, I'm trying to mirror them in my brain. And then, yeah, and then wherever I have a nugget at the in the metadata for that nugget, another thing we haven't figured out yet, there will be a link back to my brain for that particular nugget, right? Yeah, also, I mean, if you want to work on this in the open, write URLs derived from the file name, you'd end up with non non maintainable URLs. I mean, have you explored like the using the YAML metadata block for storing that sort of thing? A little bit, yes, but I haven't gotten fluent in YAML and I don't know exactly what we're and I don't really want front matter YAML front matter that then makes it really hard to start writing the book. And that's sort of what I've seen is that YAML winds up being at the top of the file. And I don't, there might be an obsidian plugin that lets you show and hide YAML, which would be terrific, but I haven't tried to look for it even. Does that all make sense? Oh, sure. Let me stop sharing mine. I just sort of show you real quick. Let me stop sharing mine. Well, he's pulling that up. You could, in YAML, it's in the wiki gardening space. A lot of people use a little seed emoji and then a little plant emoji and then a big tree emoji to indicate the status. But you can put that in as YAML front matter and then trans clue that into your table of contents to give an indicator at least internally for you where things stand. Cool. Yeah. That's an interesting idea. I've seen that before, but I didn't realize it was a convention. It's a loose, you know, I've seen it on websites that Yeah. So like the latest version of obsidian should give you your YAML as fields like this. And one of the really nice things you can do here is like, you could add, so for example, when we're dealing with stuff that we talk about with the, that's on Flancy and Zagora, I just create a custom metafield to link to it. That's awesome. Some people do it to Diabra. They use the YAML or Orgo mode and they point to Diabra link. And there are conventions where I think I should have a couple of things that are marked like this. Oh no, I didn't want to create it. But let's just take this as an example. Right. So one of the cool things that you can do to help like reduce the work is obsidian has templates. So I can go to my note template and it'll auto create the fields that I have in that template and auto fill them with certain information. Are the templates ready or are they an extension? I believe they're native. So then I can like move this file to... And Pete has joined us. I didn't realize, but he's there now. Cool. Cool. All right. So the nice thing about that is then additionally you can have... So I have a field called is based on, which indicates the original location of something. So you might have a custom field for your brain or you might use is based on, which has to do with like SEO and schema.org. And the other thing that's sort of useful for this is you could do searches based on these fields. You can do tagging in these fields. Though I prefer the... There's a convention amongst obsidian people where they do tags like this and that does work. And that can make it a lot easier. And just to like show you the templates folder is here. And it's just, it is very basic, right? So that might help. I do that a lot. And I also have like a convention for when I'm linking to another thing that I want to include in a site. I usually just have that link as its own file. And then I can link to that file in some other context. I also want to have... We've been talking a little bit here about Pose and Pasi and all those things about where do you publish first and how do you cross-post and all that complicated stuff. So many nuggets that I'm going to write about that I'm going to include in the book might actually be published as articles on Medium or articles on the sub-stack that we've built. Like the Neo Books Intro is meant to be the first sub-stack post or one of the first sub-stack posts. I just haven't finished it and figured that out. Could I show my screen for a bit to see how this looks? Yes. And how do I learn everything you just showed? I'm like all over it. I think that's all just stuff built into Obsidian. So if you do like Obsidian templates and Obsidian... He kind of asked a different question. How do I learn it instead of if I know about it? The answer is RTFM, right? That's an acceptable answer for some people and for some people, no. So another thing, some of that you can learn from YouTube videos, but I don't know. You should have a YouTube series. So that could be a good topic. I guess this applies to everything. You can always go meta, but how we build, how we write the Neo Book using Obsidian or which are the tools we choose, that seems like a very good topic for the first or second Neo Book. But I don't know, Jerry, if you see that as being designed from trust in a preface maybe or maybe that's a separate thing we could be modeling as a project. So the preface, so the first intro, the Neo Books intro is meant to be brief enough to describe what the hell this is and not so long that it distracts people from actually reading a book about design from trust. But because it's a Neo Book, it's meant to draw people into the wiki where all of the rest of that could live as connected links and basically a nice mycelial web of go to town because the part that's excerpted or this rolled into the book needs to be the Goldilocks amount of text to function, to get people to go follow it and go play online. And therefore the book, designed from trust hopefully will lead people to go play in Neo Books and on the wiki and then also to play in the ideas about trust blah blah blah. My recommendation on book number one that you're working on is don't go overboard with Obsidian plugins and all the crazy. Keep it as simple and as close to raw text so that it not only works in Obsidian but if somebody wants to move it to 10 other platforms all the simple text will just work and then once you've seen how it works you can then flavor it to your tool of choice. I love that kind of go from there but that makes it much much more portable than to like build so much Obsidian into it that it's not easily moveable or copyable and redoable in some other space or that will add so much additional metadata that people get lost in the weeds of the metadata rather than the thing itself. Bingo. Yeah does that mean that YAML is safe because the way Obsidian uses and implements YAML would transport easily or does that mean even YAML is dangerous? No I think YAML is like at this point a pretty established convention. Peter noted that Massif with he supports it almost anything that lets you edit markdown is going to support it and almost anything that renders markdown is going to look at it or expect that you leverage something that looks at it. Right and potentially just keep it from the view by default and like it's because it's a standard it's easy to say if you are going to have a print view for example like to assemble like the chapters into a real sequence you can just keep the YAML. YAML front matter is is an example of something where the where the convention as developed ended up being it degrades pretty gracefully so if you give a mark a markdown file with YAML front matter to a YAML parser that doesn't know anything about markdown it can see that the first part is a document and then the punctuation that gets used for delimiting the YAML front matter is standard lines in markdown so you can tell even a naive markdown parser will offset or set off that line. So a thing that I always thought that I wanted to do with Massif Wiki and now I realize I should do it with other people is is is kind of have a markdown compliance level so you know if markdown zero is anybody can read it and nobody will be confused and then something with the YAML front matter is kind of like a two or two dot five or something like that where it's like nobody will break if they see it but some of the you know some civilian humans might be confused by that YAML front matter but nothing will break and then there's really fancy stuff that you can do it on obsidian that nobody else is going to ever be able to render and that's maybe like a five or something like that but it would be fun to have that kind of a compliance level or or standardization slash complexity levels you know where please write in markdown one one dot five level compliance or you know go ahead and use four because we're all using obsidian or whatever yes plus one to that Peter I think that's crucial and I'm not aware of many like this because it's a quite it's sort of like a protocol of like you know defining these layers for the protocol and so I wrote about of course like I name it I were a protocol my take on this but the idea is like precisely to just be explicit about which protocol we use in this sense and so one quick just comment on the levels the wiki link as an anchor link or semantic link is not in markdown actually so that's sort of like an extension to markdown as well that I think we are already using because of obsidian but I think it's a it's not considered core markdown so maybe it's also like at the level of YAML like something that is an extension to common mark but I'm not sure whether it should be a double square brackets I think they're actually originally from Github's wiki so it has been pretty well you know it's but you're totally right it's also so markdown zero actually doesn't even have wiki links in it right and then you know zero dot five or one or one dot five or something is where you can start to do wiki links so let me just like I was called that a markdown levels or like attention levels mm-hmm so I wanted to show quickly how um what you're doing um you're interested what what you're doing Jerry looks like um in the hour please as it is now so this is a repo I think you're using ogm for this for yeah you were in the right place I noticed what I did infer what you were doing yeah this is link agorai slash a user ogm if you want to follow along so what it does by default is just show the readme there's one and then just stuff just with the content of repo as parsed and here we will show what we understood from the repo and maybe there's files that we are here because the format is not supported or you know we haven't parsed them right and yeah so this is just I mean have a repository type massive wiki is like a fake massive wiki support because it just says it's massive wiki but it doesn't do anything with it in particular but it's nice to I thought it was nice just to give exposure on you know how the person right in the garden is actually doing it or using it that's great so here we also massive wiki obsidian and you have 307 resources and these are the latest ones the agora has seen as edited I don't know if it's up to date hopefully it is it looks pretty good yeah yeah so um so here we have examples of this and from trust and so on I don't know if you have any pages that have this yamel or obsidian a convention you're using about you know transcription I have not added I have not yet added any yamel that I that I am aware of the only thing I've done is the bankmark in front of a link which which transcludes other pages into the current page in obsidian so I've done that interesting do you have an example right pardon sorry I think we both had the same question which was do you have an example of what that looks like yeah because that's interesting to me because the only thing that I could think of a bang link doing is embedding an image but it also does that for pages same exact method embeds pages yeah you ever encountered that convention let me show you maybe a obsidian unique one yeah it's it's an obsidian thing and it's an extension it's an obvious extension right embed an image embed a link basically um I think it gets fairly well used in in the obsidian community yeah I mean I think it will be easy even to implement that in the agora because it already has transclusion and it supports or see an image this actually but in the same convention but so it should be we we could add we could merge the two it shouldn't be too much work actually so if you have an example um Jerry later as well of like a page that already has transclusion of articles I could see how it looks and fix it um you know good and Pete is is this therefore one of those obsidian only things that we should maybe avoid or is there a more general purpose way of doing it I I it's it's such an obvious extension and you know theoretically reasonably straightforward to implement um I I think it's a good extension I would yeah I think it's it's quite a idiomatic because of how um the consistent it is with the with the transclusion convention yeah I I don't know if I would say the same thing if obsidian hadn't already implemented it but now that that you know one of the one of the main markdown editors has implemented it and and because it's a straightforward you know syntax extension I would definitely go for it though one thing I think may not be super consistent across things because tiddly wiki does something like that as well um but it's do you do you transclude the title or not the title or is the title there yeah which means the title either shows up twice in the transcluded thing or and not at all and by the way we're dangerously close to falling into our arms explorations into htmx that's good uh yeah yeah which is interesting isn't it yes it is interesting I mean right like the idea there is you don't like the transclusion becomes page navigation because I think it's an interesting idea maybe it's not desirable for every case yeah and Pete before you got on the call I was mentioning that you and I had talked about but not resolved how do we mark how does the writer the author of a new book mark the difference between a link to that just should be an embedded link in flowing text versus a link that should be rolled up and transcluded into the text of the book so I think that's still a thing to figure out yeah that so uh the other thing that works with that right is like thinking about like conventions and how to include it once in if you don't mind I'll do a quick uh share here yeah right so like to give you some context and I think that this is pretty easily adaptable though obviously some some programs they block crawling but uh let's just share screen too yeah okay right so like the context center project sort of does that where the idea is the actual like file here and like this this is the convention I came up with but it doesn't need to work this way right the convention is a bare link right so you're not putting it you're not linking it to anything other than you're just putting the link into your document um and what does that on build step it creates these cards and right now what it'll do is if it'll attempt to submit them to the web archive and if it succeeds it includes a link to the web archive version of that page but if it does not succeed it will create a copy of the page's text not this comes with like all of the appropriate seo to designate that like this is not the original page the original page is somewhere else that's where it is that's the way like yeah yeah and it's fairly straightforward i'm working on making it even more straightforward and making the actual crawling process a little more immune to being blocked but um like I really like this pattern in particular this is a 11 t actually it's not even an 11 t plugin it's a markdown plugin um that you can style the output however you want and I have an 11 t plugin that then styles the output um have you looked at the omb maybe there's like uh maybe you know one thing about thinking out for translation is well if a site's okay we need transcluded and or we can use omb to negotiate how to do that um then maybe it's okay to like save a copy as well like the ombed like protocol like check to see if I'm allowed to ombed right right so that that would be you know yeah I mean that's one way of seeking consent but if otherwise of course I think we can say if if a user wants to save it it's fine to save it I think that's also okay yeah my excuse is this is an archive so I'm going to save everything and I don't really care about what the preference is um right like if I'm including it there then it's presumably I believe it's important enough to archive if it's important enough to archive I think it's important enough to archive and so the fact that you've got a robots.txt file or whatever is irrelevant to me I'm gonna negotiate around it I think that's fair like trust the user I'm having a I'm having a dilemma which is I was going to join a call I'd like to listen to at the top of the hour I don't know who can hang after the top of the hour or not it took us a while to get assembled here and this is a hot discussion that's clearly interesting to me so I'm not sure what we should do if we if there's a way to suspend animation here and resume next week that would be cool let's do it should we do that yeah because suspension for the one and also yeah exactly should we put that in the ammo and then that'll also give us all a chance now that we're warming up the subject a bit more to come back in with different ideas or whatever we trip across in the intervening week and Jerry you sent me a link to uh play with uh play with translation let me let me let me screen share right now from obsidian uh let me screen share my obsidian right now because I can show you that as we squeak as we live and breathe so I happen to know that the neobooks introduction has the only one of those that I've done uh so if I actually go to the page and then I come down here how do neobooks work excellent so here you see the the sort of thing that looks like a quotation here's the transclusion in action it looks a lot like how you handle it flancier in the agor like it looks very similar physically on the page and you'll notice it's duplicating the title which is yeah just a hiccup but that's what that's all I'm doing I mean here how it could look here's how it looks in the agor I mean it's just like a broken image but I'm looking forward to fixing that and how it how it will look um would be essentially like uh it does a lot of flancier if it works so I know at one convention I use in um in some you know it's not the actual uh the right now but the one convention I use is having an an allow a list of links where if it finds a link it will just conclude it so uh essentially um you know if you save dogs the google or a massive wiki or that will essentially be transcluded just by default um and it will look um like this I mean it's not maybe the best oh okay I have to sign it all but if not you will see it essentially it's just like an eye frame but anyway I can I can fix it and show you next week how it could look particularly essentially sounds awesome any other thoughts or questions right now before we roll up this call we're good then yeah um thank you this way I did I when we started and I was it was just me and flancian's other machine holding holding the the jitsie open I was like well okay I guess nothing's gonna come of this call yeah it was so exciting in the end like so many people here yeah I agree it was like uh great thank you okay let's record the contact next week neo book designed from trust translation perfect thank you awesome see you then so much so you see some of you in in in the meantime and I'm gonna turn off the recording and head over to the other call awesome I dropped to another call too see you see you next week


Four my goodness, that's kind of crazy.  I don't know what hit me that was my chance.   They're gonna I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do it. I Did a chat. Oh Okay, do you have any bombs? I think I do not even bring any bombs.  Oh If you capture if you have a hunt, it doesn't matter. Does it okay? That's in here No scale Claw some stuff Advanced armor sphere another rip session. It lasted a while chat It lasted a while The sessions dead gotta create a new one that would last about five fights. I'm proud of them that day. That's better That'll give me time to do this other stuff to Talk to all these dudes. I'm gonna reset the session. You know, I need to do I need to add that hammer to my wishlist Take the other thing off. I Actually just need to go and upgrade it see what I actually need Thank you for the Lutz appreciate it said have fun Thank you for the follow Creating online session new session ID in chat and going in title. All right. I'm gonna take care of my dudes I'm also gonna add that hammer to the wishlist So all that send another one out we're in low on points. Oh cool Rotten vell. All right wish list Run up to upgrade my power shooter Depending on what it wants. I don't know what it wants this one The older dragon bones. Yeah, sure 32,000. All right All right, we got top tier bone No And then the hammer Which is down over here near Grigante, so we're gonna add that to wish list There we go Okay, so do this Let me see how much gunpowder I have I'll run out of that stuff Level three. I'm down to 36. So I got to craft some more too. Let's do that now Just craft like 200 more and now we can do Loosen like candy sometimes. I agree Well, where are my investigations? Am I out? I think I'm out Let's add some more Keep getting where the zone is. Okay, so any rotten vell. Here we go Right and rotten vell is what I need right Yeah, yeah, okay, so there was one right there. There was a hunt right there hunt or to go around be the juice This guy That's all I have Yes, all I have. All right, so we're gonna do Let's hunt all the gear on This is a two player one. So it's gonna be me and test It's probably a short time limit or 20 minute time. It's not that bad It's up. He's fast. He's fast. This is up here, right? And made my camera look up Maybe not. Oh my gosh. Oh my goodness. Am I bleeding? I was bleeding.  No. Oh goodness. Thanks craft chest for the hosts Wait, I saw that See this too the heck give me the blueness. What that's really bad. Oh Don't make a choice chat. That's all I got bled at last time Trying to reload. Oh That just okay No, jubelous. Have a good one, man. Oh It's right here. I wear those footprints There they are and this area is ripe another one It's worse I have more blue and this area is ripe This way I'm gonna do this in one shot. Oh two shots. I have a trap. I don't have a trap I make a trap Can't make a trap trap would be nice here Play them drums boy these bones He's holding it. Oh All right, here we go Right there. Let's see if I can sneak in a good shot Yeah, I'm Kind of all I got is normal. I got my ammo back and I can eat again Nice. Hopefully this will give me enough. I'm either gonna be at it or close I think it's gonna be close. Yeah, I think it's hope. Okay. That's some good stuff out of this It was closer than that We're not friends. What okay, whatever Not even close yet. That one wasn't even close. I was completely off. I Thought I was gonna get some for finishing it, but it's just like nah, nah Nah Nah All right, I think one more do it though. Oh All that honey. Okay. I think we got it. Let's do this one. Oh, that was too as well All these are two That's two monsters. I don't want to do two monsters. Oh Well, we'll do this again. We're getting better at it I don't need to eat anyway. I don't need to eat anyway. I kind of do need to eat. There he is stop by camp first


Section 16 of Life and Sayings of Mrs. Partington Diathetical Council You mustn't be too greedy, Isaac, said Mrs. Partington, as with an anxious expression she marked a strong effort that the young gentleman was making to achieve the last quarter of a mince pie. You shouldn't be so gluttonous, dear.  She had been to hear a course of physiological lectures, and then you will have to be buried in the cold ground, and nobody will never see you no more. And what will I do, Isaac, when you are cut down in your priming, like a lovely jelly-flower? Much affected by the picture her own prolific fancy had conjured up, she pensively sweetened her tea for the fourth time, and looked earnestly upon Isaac, who, unheeding all she was saying, sat gazing at the street door, revolving in his mind the practicability of ringing the doorbell unperceived without going outside. Domestic peace can never be preserved in family jars. Mrs. P. confers with Paul. And do you believe in the spiritual knockings? asked Mrs. P. as she leaned forward over the table, and bent her eyes on a queer individual who had related some wonderful things he had seen. Oh, I would so like to have poor Paul come back. A gentle wrapping upon the old chest in the corner attracted their attention, and the whole of them immediately surrounded it. If it's Paul's apprehension, said Mrs. Partington, I know he'll answer me. Paul, is that you? Just like him, said she, smiling, when he was living he was almost tapping when he had anything in the house to tap. Didn't you, Paul? Can't you speak to me? Does that mean yes or no? What does it mean? Some of the parties suggested that the alphabet be called, which was done. Are you in want of anything? said she. What is it? And the anxious spectators through the medium of the alphabet spelled out S-I-D-U-R. It is Paul, cried the old lady delightedly. That's the way he always felt it.  The answer came back. No, I'm in better company. The old lady turned away mournfully. There was sorrow in the wavy lock of gray that struggled beneath her cap border. There was a quaver of grief in the tone that inquired for the scissors. There was a misty vapor upon her specks, like the dew upon the leaves after a rain. The cap border, like a flag at half-mast, trailed in woe over the ruin of disappointed affection. At that instant the cover of the chest opened and the head of Ike, protruding, disclosed the secret of the knockings.  Are you rogue? Was it you? You'll never be a good spirit as long as you live, I'm afraid, if you go on so. What a note it was in Paul. There was triumph in her tone, and it seemed as if a whole basket full of sunshine had been upset in that room. It was so pleasant, all the rest of the evening. Mrs. Partington at the play. The playhouse is the way to the pit, said Mrs. Partington solemnly, and pointing significantly downward. But remonstrated a friend who had asked her to visit the museum with him. There is no pit in this theatre, and the way to the pit is removed. She looked earnestly at him a moment, and then said she would go. The play was The Stranger, and she was much interested in it. Why don't he make it up with her? she inquired.  I should like to know. I think it shows a bad temper in him, and the dear children, too, coming in like little cherubs to make him forget all old troubles and follies. We hadn't ought to dwell so upon old grievousness, because we are all liable craters. How I do pity her! And the old lady wept copiously. She wouldn't leave the house till she ascertained from the policeman whether old Tobias got back his son that had listed. For he looked but feeble, she said, when he went away, and the great grief and the long pole the old gentleman carried for a cane must have broken him down. Breaches of Faith! Breaches of Faith! screamed Mrs. Partington as she heard that term applied to Mexican violations of an armistice. Well, I wonder what they will have next. I have herntel of cloaks of hypocrisy and robes of purity, but I never heard of breaches of Faith before. I hope they're made of something that won't change and wear out, as old Deacon Gudgeon's Faith did. For his was always changing. He went from believing that nobody would be saved to believing that all would be, and at last turned out a phrenology, and didn't believe in nothing. I wonder if it's as strong as Casimir, and she bit off her thread and prepared a new needle-fold.  Why don't they make these tragedies turn out different? said Mrs. Partington after seeing Virginia's performed. I think they might end them with a dance, and all that are killed should take part in it, just to show folks that they're alive. This now was too savage. And when Mr. Virginia's got the other gentleman by the throat, I looked round for the police to see if he would part them, and there he was, enjoying it as well as the rest of them. I should like to know what he is there for, if it ain't to keep the peace. And the old lady was tucked up for the night. Mrs. Partington on cold porters. So they've took our minister, and made a cold porter of him, said Mrs. Partington to her neighbor, Mrs. Sled. I suppose they're going to set him to carrying all the coal in the parish, and so take the bread out of the pockets of the foreigners and Irishmen, poor craters, that do it now. He preached last Sunday on mortifying the flesh, but when he gets to carrying the baskets, I think he will look like one mortified all over. She smiled at the conceit, and then turned to see what David said on the subject, and what analogy there was between hewing of wood and drawing of water, and cold portering, but dropped the search on his summons to tea. No matter, said she, it won't hurt him any, and my dear Paul used to say that everything honest was honorable, and that black coat of hison won't show the coal dust at all. Fourth of July. Isaac, said Mrs. Partington wrapping on the window, as she saw the boy in the act of putting half a bunch of crackers into the pocket of a countryman who stood viewing the procession. The caution came too late and the individual was astonished. Isaac had stepped inside the door to await the explosion, and the old lady met him in the entry. O you spirit of mischief, cried she. What will become of you if you go on in this way? Is this all your IDs of liberty and regeneration that you must fill that poor man's pockets with your crackers? Do you suppose this was all that the days of Seven by Six was made for?  Ah, she amused. How different boys are now from what they used to be. So wild, so rake-less, and tricky, crack. What's that? I should like to know who fired that. It was a great piece of impudence, crack. Goodness gracious! Somebody must be throwing them into the windows. She ran to look out, not a soul was near that could have done it. Crack! Another explosion at her feet, and she looked round. Isaac sat demurely, eating some gingerbread by the table, but said nothing. There was an expression about his mouth, which looked torpedo-ish, and for a moment she mistrusted him. But he couldn't have done it. He was so quiet, and she shot the window that opened upon the street to prevent their throwing in any more. Seeing the fireworks. Oh dear! said Mrs. Partington, stretching herself on her toes to get a better look at the fireworks. I always wish I was seven foot tall at times like this. And I wish I was nine foot, said the little woman before her, smitefully.  There, there, they are touching off the volcano I vow, said Mrs. P. Now, look and see if the burning lather runs down the hill this way. And the old lady looked anxiously toward the park. The telegraph. Mrs. Partington is much prejudiced against the magnetic telegraph, and takes an entirely new ground in her opposition to it. You may send your letters on it, said she to the philosopher, if you're a mind too, but I shan't trust one of mine on it while people can cut it off before it gets there, and let the whole world into family secrets, and how presumptuous it is too, for men to draw heaven's blessed lightning down and set it a dancing on a tight wire, like a very circuit rider. It's absolute blasphemy, and outrage on the highway, and again all nater and scriptor. And she turned to the books to find an appropriate text, to change the subject, by commencing a discussion with her niece on the relative merits of ball yarn and skein, and taking her sides she went on like a jolly old wheelbarrow. Let none be vain of imagined superiority over their brother men, for whatever advantage may be fancied in one respect, in another there may be a deficiency. The man who has law and divinity at his fingers ends, in the lure of horse flesh, may be instructed by his stable boy, and she, who speaks Italian and embroiderers, can perhaps take lessons in yarn stockings from Mrs. Partington, Franklin who could draw the lightning from heaven, made a poor hand attending a baby. A Story for Christmas It was with a clouded brow, and an angry eye, that young Frank Harlow stood looking upon his father's face, and hearkening to his words as he violently rebuked him. The flush upon the old man's cheek betoken the tempest that raged within his breast, and his raised and clenched fist descended in fearful emphasis as he uttered the words, Obey me, or by heaven, you leave my house for ever. Mr. Harlow, the father of Frank, was one of those unfortunate men whose impulses are stronger than their powers of resistance. His passion once aroused reason, affection, common kindness, were forgotten in the storm that held him in mastery. The hasty and severe word that conveys such bitterness in its utterance, in his moods of temper was always ready, and the hasty blow fell upon his children with cruel violence, at the least provocation. Correction they never received. It was the vindictive visitation of an Avenger of wrong rather than the chastisement of a parent. At heart Mr. Harlow was a kind man, and often times, and bitterly, when the storm had blown by and his mind was calm again, did he repent with the sincere repentance of evil he had done, of which he was fully sensible. Benevolent, intelligent, noble-spirited, self-sacrificing, as occasion called for action, he had won himself a name for probity and usefulness that was enviable, and but for the turbulence of temper above described few finer men could be found. This weakness was his besetting sin, his temptation, and his will was insufficient to resist it. Frank Harlow, his youngest son and favorite, was his counterpart in body and mind, handsome, intelligent, and witty. At seventeen he was the favorite of all in the village in which he lived. His generosity was unbounded, and the tendrils of his youthful nature shot forth and strengthened them the fertile soil of congeniality. At social gatherings he was the crowning spirit. His voice rang merriest at the harvest home. His story elicited the warmest plaudits at the husking frolic, and in the old woods his song echoed through its somber arches with the joyousness of unrestricted freedom. No jealous rivalry stood in the way of his supremacy. Young and old admitted his claim to the distinction, and the smile of beauty and the rustic rows of rural artlessness beamed for him with constant and kindly glow. Such was Frank Harlow in his social intercourse, petted and happy in the genial flow of his unembittered enjoyment. But at home he was a different being. The contrast between the sphere of home and that of neighborhood was too marked. The reverence due parental authority was too little excited by parental love. Disobedience to imperious command was followed by violence of invective or blows, and his high spirit revolted at the irksomeness of domestic oppression. His two elder brothers had no sympathy with him. They were plotting in matter of fact men, taking from their mother a more passive and quiescent nature than his own. They grabbed along the way of life like the oxen they drove. They knew no joy beyond the herbage they cropped, having no aspiration beyond the bound of their enclosure. Content with old routines, no new hope intruded upon their ruminations, they frowned upon the bold boy, whose spirit and brilliancy cast a reproach upon their lethargy. And they rejoiced when the reproof came to curb his ambition. Home was no longer home to him. The ties of consanguinity were to him iron bonds, from whose release he would pray to be freed. His mother's love alone sanctified the existence he led. It was the one solitary star in his night of domestic gloom. His affections thus turned from the home circle had concentrated upon one, the fairest of the village, but whose co-caddish pre-delictions had rendered her obnoxious to censure. And her fame having reached his father, the knowledge of Frank's attachment for her, had provoked a discussion, the result of which was the imperative command with which my story commences, a command that he must renounce her forever.  Feelings too powerful for utterance were depicted in the look he gave, and he left the room with an expression of bitter rage. The next morning there was confusion in Mr. Harlow's house. Frank had fled. No one knew wither. And the circle, whose union was so illy cemented, was broken. A letter in the village post office explained the reason. It read as follows. Dear mother, it grieves me to bid you farewell. But longer sufferance from father's tyrannical usage is impossible. I go to seek my fortune, and when we meet again, may it be when he and I shall have learned a lesson from our separation, and the alienation of father and child may be forgotten in the renewed intercourse of man and man. Farewell, mother, and may you be more happy that I should have been able to make you had I lived with you a thousand years. Farewell, remember sometimes your poor boy, Frank. The letter fell like a thunderbolt upon that household, so unprepared for such an event, and deep contrition rung the airing father's heart, who saw too late the evil he had wrought. The spirited boy had been his favorite. So like him was he in form and mind. He remembered that no words spoken to him in kindness had been unheeded. He heard his praise in every mouth, admitted the justness of the mead that was awarded him, and every word and every thought was a dagger to his soul in view of the ruin he had caused. Then for the first time he felt the weight of the responsibility that was rested upon him as a parent, and trembled as he reflected how far he might be instrumental in his son's eternal doom. Too late came penitence for the past, but he vowed reform for the future and prayed for strength to fulfill his vow. A change came over the man and his home. The mold of years and care mingled with the raven hues of youth. For years had passed, and no line of remembrance had come from the absent boy. The brothers had married and had children, and the old homestead was glad with the music of childish laughter, and a sad happiness smiled upon the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Harlow. The mother had mourned for her child, and his remembrance often came to her in the voices of her grandchildren, and in the sweet reminiscences which solitude brought. The hope of seeing him had long died out in her breast, for twelve weary years had elapsed since he went away. The village had changed. The young and joyous companions of Frank had turned into grave family men, or had moved to strange cities and become the devotees of the money-god, or worshipped fame in high places. The maids with whom he had sported had lost their smiles in the matronly cares of life, or had transferred them to their children upon whom they bloomed again. The co-cat of Frank's idolatry had years before given place to younger rivals, and mourned her faded charms in singleness of state. The village had become populous, and new steeples gleamed above the trees in the sunlight, and new streets and houses marked the steps of progress. A railroad whistle greeted the morning sun instead of the song of birds as of old, and the quiet of village life had been usurped by the confusion of city habits. Frank was forgotten in the march of present excitement, or only remembered as a pleasant dream. It was Christmas night in the year of Grace 50, and a pleasant party had met in the house of Mr. Harlow to celebrate the birthday anniversary of his eldest grandson. The wind howled around the old mansion house, and growled down the spacious chimney, as if threatening the elements of geniality that reigned below. With a submerging visit, the snow rattled against the windows red with indoor light, and piled itself in little heaps upon the sills. But all was unhated by the party within, and the wind and snow were unheard amid the music of mirth. The song was trilled from pretty lips, and manly voices joined in a chorus of praise to the festive season, when a loud knock of the ancient brazen lion upon the door arrested every attention. The sound reverberated, along the old entry, and up the broad stairway, and through the large and airy rooms with remarkable freedom for such an intruder at such a time. The timid shrunk at the sound, as from a boating of evil and anxiety marked every face. The door was opened, and a female form was ushered in. In whose scant and ragged habillaments poverty was but too plainly red, and in the bronze and wrinkled face revealed by the removal of a red hood were seen the traces of want and exposure. Her keen black eye, as she entered, surveyed the scene, and her bronzed complexion glowed rudely in the firelight. Good people, she said, in a crackin' tuneless voice, that made the flesh of her hearers creep at its sound. I am weary and hungry. Give me of your bounty in the name of him who upon this day took upon himself the condition of man. I am weary. I am hungry. An appeal thus made could not be resisted in the best the house afforded was provided for the poor stranger. The veracity with which she ate attracted the attention of the circle, fully attesting her famished condition, and a glance at her apparel confirmed the impression of want and distress, and mercy conquered the disgust which her presence had at first occasioned. Her feet protruded through her travel-worn shoes, and the snow melted from their soles and ran down upon the sanded floor. As soon as her hunger was appeased, she turned to depart, but the voice of Mr. Harlow asked her to remain, and in sympathetic tones reminded her of the inclemency of the night. The woman expressed her thanks gracefully, and seated herself by the fireside. The sport went on, noisily and happily, when it became whispered that the old dame was one of those weird people who tell fortunes by the stars, or more ignoble means, and open to view the destinies of men that lay concealed in the future. Can you tell fortunes, good woman? asked one of the youngest and boldest. I have traveled far, replied the bell dam, and I have learned strange things in my wanderings. The heavens are open to my gaze, and the stars, where the mysteries of fate are hid, are as the printed page. The Healman palm is to me a key to character. Who will test my power? One by one did the company pass before her, and the prescience she displayed was most marvelous. The lines of the hand seemed pregnant with meaning, and the past life of each individual was read with an accuracy that gave importance to her predictions for the future. Scenes were recalled to many that had long been forgotten. Loves that had been disappointed, hopes that had been destroyed, prospects that had been blasted, and many a tear was shed at the recollection of some old grief revealed by the power of that singular woman. At length, Mr. Harlow presented his hand for examination, gazing upon it a moment intently, with a voice choked by emotion, she said, Here is violence and strife. The line of life is crossed by threads of bitterness and woe, and the whole of its deep course is marked by traces of grief. Tears. Tears are here, and the lines of penitence and anguish of soul are strangely interwoven with the strong lines of resolution. I see that a deep sorrow is yours, the result of fierce passion, repented of and subdued. Is it not so? She fixed her eyes suddenly upon Mr. Harlow's face. It was pallid as death, and the tears stood in his eye. Yes, answered he and trembled as he spoke. God knows my sin, and God knows my repentance. Secret tears have been my portion for years, and oh, what would I not give if the memory of my wrong might be wiped away? He bowed his head upon his hands and sobbed in the anguish of his spirit, and Mrs. Harlow wept in sympathy with her husband, whose deep grief she had thus discovered, which had long been concealed beneath the comic exterior of philosophical resignation. Woman, he cried at last. What is the future of this picture? Is there no bomb in store for my wounded spirit? He grasped her hand forcibly, as if he would have rung from it an answer to his question. Yes, said she, with deep emotion, there is a future of peace and happiness in store for you, and the son of your declining years shall be radiant with supreme splendor. And thank God, who has given me power to verify my prophecy. Father, mother, behold your son! He threw off his ragged habiliments as he spoke, removed the gray and matted hair from his brow and the patches from his cheeks, and stood before the company in the noble form matured in manly strength and beauty of Frank Harlow. There was a new joy in the house that night at the wanderer's return, and tears and smiles mingled at the recital of his story. The wide world he had traveled, and he had learned and profited by the lessons it had taught him. He had returned home rich in gold, but he was richer in the spirit he had gained.  His letter's home had failed to reach their destination, and, deeming himself an outcast, he had at length refused to write it all. He had married a lady of wealth and had become a denizen of a far away city, but the thoughts of home pressed upon him, and the smile of his mother haunted his sleep with fond persistence, and he longed to see once more the old familiar faces that were his companions in childhood. He had thus come back to revisit the home of his early life. Stopping at the hotel, he had made such inquiries concerning his old friends as led him into the secret of their past lives, then assuming his disguise he went to his father's house in the manner above stated. The secret of his soothsaying ability was thus revealed. The whole of Christmas night was occupied with the story of Frank's adventures and in thanksgivings for the reunion. The next summer a splendid mansion graced the hill opposite the old homestead, which soon became and is now the residence of Frank Harlow Esquire, who retired from business, as he settled down to enjoy himself amid the never-forgotten scenes of his boyhood and to endeavor to make up by attention to his parents for the long years he had failed in his duty to them. Mr. Harlow is a happy old man and instills it as a sacred lesson into the minds of his grandchildren to beware of cultivating a hasty temper, which had been so full of misery to himself. Mrs. P. Among the Animals You call this a carry van, don't you? said Mrs. Partington at the Menagerie. Maybe it is, but I should like to know where the silks and other costive things are that we read of, which the carry vans carry over the deserts of Sarah in the eastern country. The elephant has them in his trunk, Marm, replied the keeper. Then that is the reason, I suppose, why he always carries it before him, so he can have an eye on it. But what is this animal with a large wart on his nose? That is a new, Marm. Mercy on me, exclaimed Mrs. P. This must be one of them foreign news that the steamer brings over, they feed him, I dare say, on potatoes and vegetables, and that is why breadstuffs and flour are so awful dear most always after they arrive. And the old lady left soon after, full of new light and admiration for the monkeys. End of Section 16 Recording by John Brandon Section 17 of Life and Sings of Mrs. Partington This is a LibriVox Recording. All LibriVox Recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by John Brandon Life and Sings of Mrs. Partington and Others of the Family by B. P. Shilliber. Section 17 Peaceful Cogitations When will distention and strife cease among our foreign relations? said Mrs. Partington with a sigh, as she looked abstractly at the black profile on the wall. As if she thought it could answer the question. When will distention cease? The Peace Congress didn't do no good, I see, for the Russians and ostriches are a carrying on just as bad as ever they did, committing all sorts of outrages and wrongs on the hungry. Heaven never smiles on them that distresses the poor. We ought to hold the rushers and all that belongs to them in excrescence. I don't know about Hayden the Rushy's salve, though, because they hate on us no harm, and the ostriches, too, that lives on nails and gimblets, that the wild beast man told us about. The unnatural heathen. Then the Frenchmen are all in a commotion, and I should think they would be eaten frogs and sitch things, and the English ministers a quarrel like dogs delight, where it will end I can't see. She laid down the times as she said I can't see, and Ike, who had been burning off the outside pages of Levitz Almanac, while she was speaking, here poked the light out, leaving the room and the subject equally in the dark. Home Missions So Mrs. Brattle has become a member of the Home Missions, said Mrs. Partingson. Well, I am rejoiced to hear it, for her poor husband's sake. For though I think it is a husband's duty to help about the house some, he shouldn't be left to wash and cook for himself and children and mend his own clothes, as poor Brattle has had to while she was running around. I hope the Home Missions will keep her at home now. And the old lady stirred Husshu Shang with animation, and she made the comment and didn't see that Ike was making tremendous havoc with the pound cake. It is astonishing what opposite effects will be produced by the same cause. As for instance, suppose a Blacking, whose principal component is alcohol, its effect when applied to boots is apparent in the cracking of the leather and in the opening of fissures admitting the free passage of water. When applied to man in quantity, the same fluid has the effect of making him tight. Old Roger and the Borders Old Roger attempted the following upon the Borders one morning. They were all sitting quietly at breakfast, when with a most provoking smile around the corners of his mouth, as if he himself fully appreciated what he was going to say, he asked if any of them could tell him why a man deeply impressed with reverence was like a very hungry one. The idea of hunger associated with the bountiful board, at which they were seated, caused the blood to rush through every vein of the landlady's body to her face, for she felt hurt. The Borders all said they didn't know. They couldn't see the least resemblance. Why, said he, chuckling, it is because he inwardly feels a gnaw. They couldn't understand what he meant, an awe, and he said it was no use talking to men whose stomachs were full of the bounties of life. This he said to propitiate the landlady, who was all smiles again, as bright and sparkling as the coffee in his cup, which catching the rays of the sun danced and shimmered on the wall overhead. BAD TEMPORS How these shopkeepers will fib it, said Mrs. Partington, with an expression of pain on her venerable features. That young man I bought these needles of said they were good tempered, only see how spitefully this one has macerated my finger.  The sewing circle sympathized with her. It will feel better, I dare say, after it has done aching.  Many a pair of razored trousers has the world seen added to its wealth, and the world never knew where they came from, perhaps didn't care. GIVING THANKS May the Lord make us thankful for the critter comforts spread out before us, said Deacon Hayes, over the hard-boiled beef on the table. Well perhaps he will, says Mrs. Partington to herself, but it seems to me it would be easier to be thankful if the meat was tenderer, and then like a barefooted boy, she went cautiously among the muscles. A GOOD DEAL OF TRUTH Poor girl's fair, said Mrs. Partington, as she spelled out the inscription upon a flag that swung across Washington Street. Her eyes dimming with the vapors that arose from her warm heart. Poor girl's fair. Indeed they do, and fair hard do. God help them, many of them. Fair hard with them, that should treat them better. Trying to rise, till all their risable powers is gone. And they are ship-racked, and cast away, and driv to making trousers, and shirts for a living, and die on it. I do pity them. A melancholy tone pervaded her speech and thoughts the rest of the day. Her snuff, the choicest macaboy, bore a taint of wormwood and rou. Her tea was salt, as if tears were an ingredient in its composition. Respects revealed red eyes in every visitor, and the faces of the poor girls looked out at her from the teapot and the sugar bowl, the lamp, and the little scrapbox on the work table. Bless her kind heart. There is a wide difference between the throes of an expiring titan, and the throes of a straggling titan. Political extravagance rebuked I don't blame people for complaining about the extravagance and costiveness of governments at Mrs. Partington, as she was reading an ardent appeal to the people in a political newspaper. She always took an interest in politics after Paul was defeated one year as a candidate for inspector. I don't blame them a mite. Here they are now, going to canvassing the state, as if the earth wasn't good enough for them to walk on. I wonder why they don't get aisle-cloth or kid-minister and done with it. And I heard yesterday, said Ike, putting his small oar in, that some of them was going to scour the country to get voters. Well, continued she, that would be better than throwing dust in the people's eyes, as they say some of them do, canvassing the state indeed. She fell into an abstraction on the schemes of politicians, and took seven pinches of snuff and rapid succession to aid her deliberations. Slay Writing As the last paving stone hides itself beneath the descending snow, the jingle of the bells informs us that slayings come, and from that minute writing on runners becomes a mania.  Boys hunt up their sleds and dash out of doors to the terror of nervous mamas, who prophesy disaster dire for their progeny.  All the day long their silvery notes are sounding in our ears, and later nights state citizens who are staying at home are disturbed by the frantic yells of returning slay parties, mingling with the noise of bells, making the hour hideous, or the sound of voices in cheerful song making melody with the tintonabulous accompaniment. We like to hear this last. We gladly listen to its approach, as we snuggle beneath the blankets in the watches of the night, and distinguish the cord of male and female voices in some familiar strain, and are almost sorry to hear it melt away upon the midnight air in distance like voices heard in dreams. There used to be great sport to us in slaying, though we were never sanguinary, but time has tampered us by matters of graver import. We can indulge now in little beside our daily omnibus rides, and can hardly realize in these the buoyancy of old enthusiasm. We watch for the appearance of our domicile, coming to meet us, and pull the check-string at our door careful not to go a step beyond. So little do we feel now about riding. But in the old time, gee who, how our heart leaped to the music of the bells, how quickly our pulse throbbed to the maddening impulse of the moment, as we, quiet and sedate, though we now are, flew over the slippery road. Haya! Haya! Haya! How we dashed on our course, leaving house and tree and millstone behind us! We knew no greater speed than this, for it was anti-railroad time. And the iron horse, we think someone has given it this name before, had not then annihilated space, as we believe somebody has said. We love to feel the cool air revel upon our cheek, and whistle among our hair. And, as it came up from over the smoothly frozen ponds, with stinging force, we laughed at its violence in the glow of excitement. The whorefrost gleamed upon hair and eyelash and fur collar, and our breath streamed away behind us on the cold air like steam. Haya! Haya! Haya! We cried. The old pine woods echoed the eldritch scream. And people in distant cottages caught the sound and listened to the unusual strain. And the woodchoppers ceased from their labours to catch a glimpse of the fleeting fiends that awaken such strange echoes. Then a stop at mine in, and the old-fashioned southern hot. We took a mulled cider, of course, made all right for the return, and a ride by starlight closed the day's joy. It was joy then. It was long before we knew Mrs. Partington and Ike and the perplexity of types. Ghosts of big slays came up before us, were in full of happy people nestled beneath the buffaloes, and hats and hoods occupy alternate positions throughout the party. Pleasant voices come back to us, and the old familiar faces renew themselves to us. Delightful. But as memory recalls the happy scene, the thought of a fair form and face, the brightest of the group flits like a spirit across our mind, leaving behind a shadow of sorrow and gloom. Ah, Maria! The sweet eye and voice that animated and blessed us are now blessing other spheres. The music of that glad tongue is now attuned to the music of celestial harmonies. There is no memory of joy that we may recall, however bright, but has some wool connected intimately with it, and twin smiles and tears make up the sum of the past. Haya! Haya! Haya! comes to our domicile and startles us, as we write, and dashing along the nearly deserted street alarming ponderous watchman on their walk, a sleigh comes furiously by, and another, and another, and the music of the bells chimes gratefully upon our ear. Here is a sleigh-right song that may do to sing some time if any one can find a tune to fit it. Over the snow, over the snow, away we go, away we go, the earth gleams white beneath the stars tonight, and all is bright above and below. Old care goodbye, old care goodbye, from you we fly, from you we fly, as if on wings our fleet steed springs, and the welkin rings with our joyous cry. Gay mirth is here, gay mirth is here, our hearts to cheer, our hearts to cheer, while on we glide there's one by our side, to cheer or to chide, who is always dear. Over the snow, over the snow, away we go, away we go, there's freedom rare, abroad in the air, everywhere above and below. Hunk for the Union The Union dissolved, said Mrs. Partington, with her specs upon her forehead, and her finger raised as if admonishing the universe. Dissolve the Union, and who would dare assassinate such a thing as that, such an outrage on the body's politics? I thought it would come to this, and if they dissolve the Union, which on them will have the children? Or will they let them grow up without nobody to look ardor their moral training, or things? Never think of dissolving it nor breaking it, what God has joined together, let not man put us under, and that's gospel truth, and they can't do it if we stick by each other.  The remembrance of her felicitous Union with Paul crossed her mind, and the remembered pain of its dissolution mingled with her patriotic emotion, and she dropped a tear as she uttered, What would our foreign relations think of it? The Union was safe from that day, henceforth and forever. Mrs. Partington says it seems to her a queer provision of nature that eggs should be scarce when they are so dear. Leaf from Philanthropos Journal Monday morning, 7 a.m., summoned to the door when shaving, a boy after cold vitals. Sorry, we had none. Ours were all hot. These evils come not as single spies, but in battalions, seven beggar boys in succession for cold vitals. Strange that they should be so anxious to have it cold. It shows a corrupt taste, probably the vitiating effect of poverty. 8 a.m., woman and child asking alms. Heart bled for them. Strong smell of gin. Persuaded that it was a gentle, soporific for child, nothing more. Subject to colic. Husband in California, been there three years. Seven children dependent on her exertions. Didn't seem to exert herself much. Promised to call and see her. 9 a.m., foreigner with a certificate. Find looking man. Certificate reads right. Signed John Smith. Honest sounding name. Think I've heard it before.  Heaven help him. Can't speak a word of English, told me so himself. Fell strongly inclined to aid him. Will hand his name to the wandering Samaritan society. 10 a.m., dressed to go out. Gentleman, a stranger, asked me if I had a nine-pence in my pocket, and if I would loan it to him to procure a letter from the post office. Sorry, I hadn't the precise amount, but gave him a dime. Was surprised to see him go into a drinking-house. Suppose it must be one of the new sub-officers. 11 a.m., asked by a little barefoot boy for a scent, implored me for his mother's sake to give him one. Knew the deceptions of this kind of beggars, and refused. The urchin called me a most scandalous name and followed behind me repeating it, though several of my friends were in hearing. Gave him a quarter to get rid of him. Shall never forget the horrid leer he gave me. Great depravity. Training days. I don't object to training days altogether, said Mrs. Partington to the major, as the ancient and honourables passed her door. The dress looks well, and the children likes the music. And I know this is moral training because the governor is there and his suet with his chateau on his head and his sword by his side. How finely he does look, so bold and portable, I declare. He looks too good to be a malicious officer. She here leaned out of the door to catch a last view of the corpse as it turned a near corner, and a portly-looking gentleman under a cocked hat waved his hand to her as the pageant swept from her view. Mrs. Partington resumed her knitting that had been disturbed by the music. Life, life, how curious it is. Curious is the word. We wouldn't have any other, for it expresses the very thing. How curious it is from the cradle to the grave. The hopes of the young are curious, reaching forward into the future, and building castles in perspective for the possessors that will crumble before them ere they arrive at that spot in time where their fabrics are located. How curious it is, the first dawning of love, where the young heart surrenders itself to its dreams of bliss, illumined with stars and garnished with moonshine. How curious it is when matrimony crowns the wishes and cares, fancied to be surmounted by ardent hearts, are found to be but just commenced. How curious it is, says the young mother, as she spreads upon hers the tiny hand of her babe, and endeavors to read in its dim lines the fortunes of her child. Curious indeed would such revealing be could she there read them. How curious it is, the greed for gain, that marks and marrs the life of man, leading him away after strange gods, forgetting all the object and good of life in a heartless chase for a phantom light that leaves him at last in three-fold Egyptian darkness. How curious it is, the love of life that clings to the old, and draws them back imploringly to the scenes of earth, begging for a longer look at time and its frivolities, with eternity and its joys within their reach. How curious it is when at last the great end draws nigh the glazing eye, the struggle, the groan, proclaiming dissolution, and the still clay that denotes the extinguishment of the spark known as life. How curious it is that the realities of the immortal world should be based upon the crumbling ashes of this, and that the path to infinite light should lie through the dark shadow of the grave. How curious it is, in its business and pleasures, its joys and sorrows, its hopes and fears, its temptations and triumphs. And as we contemplate life in all its phases, we must exclaim, how curious it is. An interesting fact. Dr. Digg and old Roger were conversing upon wonders in nature, and the doctor had given a long account of discoveries he had made during his travels in the east of intelligence in different kinds of animals. The elephant, the ichnumen, and Oxford County bear being particularly mentioned for their sagacity. With regard to the last name description of animals, he relied principally upon the testimony of his friend Fitz Whistler, who had given him some wonderful particulars concerning their habits. Mr. F. had stated to him during a conversation that the Oxford County bear had been known to be at times devotedly attached to New England rum, and to make no great scruples about using, now and then, tobacco in its various forms, which he considered a degree of intelligence very nearly approximating to the refinement of human civilization and surpassing that of all other animals. Roger admitted the truth in the main of what the doctor submitted, but said that however much he was disposed to yield to Fitz Whistler and the doctor in most matters, in this one particular of superiority he must differ from them. For there were animals in his own state, New Hampshire, that excelled them all. The doctor had not claimed for either class he had named any knowledge in mathematics, but from a long residence in the Granite State, the doctor, with that greatness of mine so characteristic of the individual, immediately tendered his hat to Roger, who magnanimously placed it again upon the pundits head. New Patents We often read, in patent office reports, of patents being granted for improvement in governors. We don't care how much governors are improved, and all efforts in this direction will receive the full consent of the governed. We have seen, too, not long since, that a patent has been given for an improvement in railing. This invention must be a vast utility in quarrelsome neighborhoods, where the quality of the railing has long needed improvement. Reef Answers It is a terrible affliction to fall into the hands of one who either cannot or will not answer a question directly. Who will either evade a direct answer or buy an everlasting prolixity in replying render his information useless? The question you ask, like the eye of the ancient mariner, holds you fast, and you cannot escape until, as the reviewers say, you arrive at the end of the volume. For instance, Mr. Walker is out in the country and going towards a certain place. He is in doubt about what direction he shall take, and asks a man whom he meets the way to blank. Why, the man replies, after hesitating for five minutes, if you should go back a quarter of a mile, you could take the road that leads round by the old mill, but that'd be a little further, or you can take the road straight ahead and get over the wall and cut across, only there's a swamp in the way, which would bring you about half a mile out of the way. Or you may go through Deacon Willey's pasture, you can see his barn from here, and when you come to the barn, take the path that leads through the woods. This is the farthest way, but the gals allers go through this way when they go home with their sweethearts. Or you can go up the road to the left, and when you come to the crossroads, turn to the right, or the shortest way is for you to go right ahead, and you'll get there in a half an hour. Organs A quiet tone is observable in the Russian organs, said Mrs. Partington, as the line in the telegraph news arrested her eye. She mused upon at a moment. Church organs, I dare say, and we heard the other day that the emptier of Russia, dear pious man, was organizing his soldiers to go and give the gospel to the Turks at the point of the bayonet. Quick-toned organs Well I wonder if they won't get one for our church, that'll play nothing but serious tunes. For the one we've got'll play Yankee Doodle just as well as Old Hundred, and for my part I don't put no faith into it. She looked at the vein, on top of the distant spire, that turned in the wind and mixed with variableness with church organs that played many tunes, and men of the church as variable as the organs, while Ike was teasing the kitten with a brand new cap border that the old lady was just doing up. End of Section 17, Recording by John Brandon End of Life and Sayings of Mrs. Partington and Other Members of the Family by B.P. Shilliberer


In his sociology classes, Jacob was often required to use peer-reviewed research articles. The first time he was asked to find a research article, he was a little confused. Was a research article the same as a scholarly article? Were all articles that he found in a database research articles? Jacob's professor explained that scholarly journals publish many different types of articles, and not all of them are research articles. If he searched in a database, not all of the articles he found would be research articles. Research articles are those that report the findings of an original research study or experiment. Some research articles describe quantitative research, some describe qualitative, and some describe a mixed methods approach. Another type of article often found in scholarly journals is known as literature reviews. In a literature review, the author does not conduct their own original research experiment. Instead, the author reviews articles written by others and summarizes their findings. Scholarly journals publish many different types of articles, some research and some not. Other types of non-research articles Jacob would sometimes come across include book reviews, commentaries, or letters to the editor. Although published in scholarly journals, these are not considered to be scholarly articles. These articles do not describe the results of an original research study, and they have not been through the peer review process. At first, Jacob sometimes had difficulty determining which type of article he had found. However, he learned to carefully read the abstract for the article, as this often described what type of article it was. He also realized that research articles often have a specific format, with clearly labeled sections, such as a method section, a result section, and a discussion section. Knowing about the different kinds of articles in scholarly journals made it easier for Jacob to find the specific kinds of articles that he needed.


Hello, and welcome to the session in which we would learn a very important topic, which is how to compute the tax liability using both the tax tables as well as the tax rate schedule. So as an accounting student, especially taking this introductory accounting course, you need to understand how to compute the taxes using both. I'll also show you how to find out what's your marginal tax rate and average or effective tax rate. You can find those topics before, but I will apply them in this example as well. Before I start, I would like to remind you that if you are a CPA candidate or an accounting student, I strongly suggest you check out my website, farhatlectures.com. If you're a CPA candidate, I don't replace your Becker, Roger, Gleam, or Wiley. I can be a useful addition to your CPA review course. I can add those 10 to 15 extra points that's going to help you get to your CPA. How so? I explain the material differently than your CPA review course. 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They're both on the IRS website, but most likely if you're using a textbook, they will be in your textbook summer. So I'm going to show you where in your textbook they would be typically found. For the sake of illustration, in this textbook that I am using, the tax tables can be found in appendix D IRS tax table. So these are the tax table appendix D for the purpose of what I'm showing you. Now in your textbook, it could be appendix A, it could be appendix B, it could be at the end of the chapter. I really would not know, okay? But it's someplace in your textbook and I'm going to show you how to use it in a moment. Notice here you have, although you can't see it very well, but I'm sure you can barely see it. For example, it says if line 15 is your, if your taxable income is at least 3,000, but between 3,000 and 3,050, your taxes, if you are single, 303, married filings separately 303, married filings separately 303, let's go to a separate where there is a difference between them. Well, let's assume you are, you make between 30,000 and 30,050. If you are single, your tax will be 3,406, married filings only 3,208. If you are married filings separately 3,406, if you're ahead of a household 3,321. So this is how you would find your tax based on this bracket. For example, if you're between, if your taxable income between 30 and 30,500, this is how you will find it. And this tax table will go up to 100,000. If you are more than 100,000, you have to use, you have to use another, another, another source, which is the federal tax rate schedule. And again, it will be provided for you and my textbook, it's appendix F and this is what it looks like. There is one for, if you are single, you would use the one for single. I will show you how I'm going to be using it. One for married filing jointly, quantify widow or widower, married filing separately, head of a household. Now, the first thing you want to make sure is you're selecting the right table, okay? Because what happened is some students, they made the mistake of finding the answer in the wrong table. So if the tax, if the person that you're finding the answer with is filing single, you would use this table. Married filing jointly, you would use this table. So on and so forth. Now, I'm going to, I'm going to go back and show you how to use those tables to solve the problems that you're going to have to deal with in your course and to prepare you for the scores as well as for the CPA exam. So let's go back to this problem to illustrate how to compute the taxes. We have Homer and Marge are married and will file a joint return. Homer has a W2 income of $38,588, Marge has a W2 income of $49,438. What is their tax liability? Now, you have to be careful. They're giving you the W2 income. They're not giving you their taxable income. So what you have to do first is take $38,588 plus $49,381. That's their income together, okay? But what we have to do is after we compute the income for them, let me just keep this calculator here because we are going to use it, $38,588 plus $49, let me reset this and then go through the plus. So we're going to have $38,588 plus $49,381. So their total taxable income together is $87,969, I'm sorry, that's their total income. Now we have to deduct the standard deduction and the standard deduction for married, fighting jointly for married, fighting jointly happens to be $24,800 for year 2020 because we're dealing with year 2020. Now this could be different. If you're doing this in a different year, make sure you would use a different standard deduction. So I'm going to deduct from their income, the standard deduction of $24,800 and that's going to give me a taxable income of $63,169. This is their, we call this their taxable income, okay? This was their total income. This was their total income and this was the standard deduction, which is a deduction giving based on your filing status and they told us their married, fighting jointly. Now we haven't answered any questions yet. Now we have to find out what is their tax liability, how much taxes do they owe using thirsty tax tables. So again, I snipped the tax table and they are at the $63,169, so I'm going to go up here and this is the $63,000. I'm going to go $63,000, so they're between $63,150 and $63,200, they're in this bracket right here. They're married, fighting jointly, therefore their tax bill is $7,186, so $7,186. That's it. They're in this, they're in between those two and $7,186, therefore for the first answer from the tax table their bill is $7,186. Now I'm going to show you how to do the same computation using the tax rate schedule. Now with the tax rate schedule I snipped it and I snipped two, so I'm going to be using this tax, this table, this table and the way it works is this, remember their taxable income is $63,169. Now here's how it works. The first $19,000, so their income from zero to $19,750, so from zero to $19,750 they will pay 10% on that, so let's say $19,750 times 10% and that's going to, they'll be responsible for $1,975 for this first amount. The amount they earned above $19,750 up to $80,250 they're going to have to pay the $19,75 that I just computed plus, so the $19,75 plus 12% of the amount in access of $19,750. So look, so they have in total $63,169 of this amount, $169 of this amount, I'm going to use a different color to show you that of this amount $19,750 was already taxed at a rate of 10%, so I'm going to deduct from this amount $19,750. The remaining is $43,419. Now this amount it's going to be taxed in the next bracket and maybe it might exceed the next bracket, but look, the next bracket and what I mean by the next bracket, let me highlight the next bracket, I'm going to highlight the, this is the next bracket and let me show you how much, how big is that bracket, so this bracket is between $19,750 and $80,000, so $80,250 minus $19,750, the next bracket, the next bracket, this bracket here is, oops, let me go back, this bracket here and what I mean by bracket is as long as you are below this amount, $60,500, the difference between those two, as long as you don't make more than $60,500, okay, you're going to be taxed, your tax will be the previous amount plus 12% of the amount in access of this and notice the remaining to be taxed is only $43,412, so this is the amount remaining that need to be taxed and this amount, how much are we going to pay on this amount, 12%, this is the remaining amount, okay, let's do this, so I just wanted to show you that the next $60,500 will be taxed at 12%, but they're below this amount, what remain is $43,419, let's assume the remaining was $100,000 then let's assume the remaining was $100,000, then $60,500 will be taxed at 12% and any extra will go into the third bracket, okay, so now $43,000, $43,419 and we're going to multiply this by 0.12 and that's equal to $5,210.28, but remember we're going to have to add those two numbers, it's $1,975, this number plus this number, let's add them together, plus $19.75 and that's going to give us $7,185.28, so according to the tax, according to this computation, the tax rate schedule, the tax bill will be $71.85.28, so according to the tax schedule, $71.85.28, the difference is because there's, you know, there will be some difference because the tax rate schedule, it gives you between, you know, 60, the tax rate schedule will give you between $63,150, the tax between and $63,200, so it's going to give the, it's going to compute the tax based on the mid-range, that's why there's a slight difference between the two, in case you're wondering why the tax rate schedule is more accurate because you will compute this exactly per dollar amount, okay, now so that's that, so we computed the tax liability which is you need to know how to do this, which is you need to know how to do this, if I ask you what is their marginal tax rate, what's their marginal tax rate, their marginal tax rate is based on the last dollar they earn, how much was the last dollar was taxed at, let's go back down here, the last dollar was taxed at 12%, therefore we say their marginal tax rate is 12% because they're in the 12% tax bracket, therefore their marginal tax rate is 12%, their marginal tax rate is 12%. What is their average tax rate? Well, their average tax rate is how much that they have to pay taxes based on their taxable income, well we're going to go with the tax rate schedule, they have to pay 71, they're responsible for 71.85.28 and their taxable income is 63.169, now what we can do is we can find out what's their average or effective tax rate, effective tax rate 71.85 divided by 63.169 and their average tax rate is 11.37 and hopefully the average tax rate makes sense 11.37 and why did I say it has to make sense? It has to be less than 12 because that's the highest and remember they paid some money on 10% and they paid some taxes based on 12%, therefore it has to be in the middle but remember they paid more toward 12%, therefore 11.37 makes sense, makes sense. So this is how we compute the average or effective tax rate, so remember you need to know the difference between the marginal during the 12% marginal rate and here their marginal rate and their average rate are very close because they did not really deviate a lot from the, deviate a lot, you know, between they went from 10% marginal tax rate to 12 and they stopped there, so there's not much difference between 10 and 12, that's why the average is between the two and very close to the marginal, okay? So that's basically how we do the computation. Now again, how would you learn how to do, how to do the computation? You work exercises, you work practices, I just showed you how to do this, so you have to practice more exercises using the tables. For example, if somebody is making, if their taxable income is 70,000, you have to go through the same thing, the first 17th and 19,750, they all pay 10%, well actually I went through this step by step, but really you don't have to, I showed you this step by step, actually let me show you how to compute this, let's assume someone's taxable income is 70,000, you don't have to do it the way I did it, the way I did it, I just wanted to show you the, how we come up with this 17, 1975. So if someone's taxable income is 70,000, you don't have to go through every step, you would say 70,000 belongs to this bracket here, 70,000 is between 19,750 and 80,250, so what you do is, you would say my taxes will be 1,975, which is, I showed you how to do this, plus the amount and access of 19,750. Now you say, okay, 70,000 minus 19,750, let's do this computation, I will do it on my phone, it's much easier than using the calculator on the computer because it's the, the keys are very small, so I'm going to take 70,000 minus 19,750 minus 1,9750 and that's going to give me 50,250 and that amount is subject to 12% times 0.12 and that's equal to $6,030. Therefore, their tax will be 1975 plus $6,030 plus 1975 and their tax liability will be $8,005. Same concept will apply, if I told you someone's taxable income is 100 and, let me make it 180,000. If someone is 180,000 is their taxable income, they belong in this tax bracket. The marginal rate, it's going to be 24% and what you do, it's, you would say it's 29,211, right here, plus the amount and access of 171,171,50, so 171,50, therefore I'm going to take 180,000 minus 171,50, let me do that, find that access minus 171,50 and that's going to give me $8,950, therefore it's $29,211 plus $8,950 and their total tax will be $38,161. So what's their marginal tax rate? Their marginal tax rate is 24%. They're in the 24% tax bracket. So this is how you find the tax using the tax rate schedule, the tax rate schedule, which is more accurate than the tax table. But for your homework, make sure to follow what they're asking you. Are you being asked to compute the number using the tax table or are you being asked to use the tax rate schedule to different computation? At the end of this recording, I would like to remind you to check out my website for head lecturers.com for additional resources, especially if you are a CPA candidate. Good luck, study hard and stay safe.