The U.S. Companies With The Most Offshore Cash [Infographic]
The use of tax havens is ubiquitous across America’s 500 largest companies. Collectively, they hold $2.1 trillion in offshore cash. Establishing foreign subsidiaries in places with little or no tax such as Bermuda or the Cayman Islands, has allowed them to avoid an estimated $90 billion in federal income taxes each year. Read more
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YOOOO GUYS the new england sailing season is over and the schooner’s all plastic wrapped and i’m on terra firma for a few weeks! so there’s a few cool things happening.
Granted will be back on oct 28th! I’m just starting to draw again, now i have things like ‘electricity’ and ‘time’, but i need a week or two to build up a buffer bc:
In november I’m sailing a traditionally rigged schooner with three other sailors from Rhode Island to Bermuda to Antigua to Dominica to Guadelope etc etc etc down to the Grenadines! The capitano is Very British. I’ll probably be doing the same thing in April, except north-bound.
On a related note in a few days I’m gonna put up a post for people who are are kind of playing with the idea of running off to sea to seek your fortune. Maybe it will help all 3 of you who think this is a good idea
This December I’m gonna be backpacking in Thailand and Cambodia for a few weeks. It’s the first time I’ve really left Western culture and honestly if you’ve got any advice for me I’d really really appreciate it!
January-March I’ll be back in Italy, and like. in the same place for months. in a house with utilities. so commissions will be open then, if you’re interested! Also if you’re in Rome around then I can 100% bring you to the cafe with best espresso in the goddamn world.
Straight up I’ve missed this hell site and all of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and that you see a cute cat or something in the very near future!
The war between Heaven and Hell is as ancient as time itself, with every plane and place a battle field. Except for one…
Purgatory Island sits in the center of a little patch of ocean known to the human realms as the Bermuda Triangle. A place almost untouched by the humans of the world, but the epicenter for both sides of the cosmic war. It is the only known neutral zone where Angels and Demons, Nephalim, Fallen, and Risen can coexist in peace. Though at times the peace is a bit at uneasy…
It is a training ground for Fledgling Angels and Demons alike, and a somewhat safe place for Fallen and Risen to gather away from the wrath of their one time brothers and sisters.
Magical ability is dampened to keep order and the island is watched over by the Supervisors, trainers sent from heaven and hell respectively to act as guides and teachers to the fledglings and to keep the outcasts in line. The goal? To train new recruits to become used to their powers and teach them how to properly interact in the mortal world.
Here on this idyllic island, the powers of heaven and hell meet the human mortals of Earth, learning from each other, finding love where it exists, and causing mischief where they will. So many of them don’t know how to deal with feelings and the lives of mortals yet…we’re all here to learn.
LIKE MANY AMERICAN couples of modest but comfortable means, Susie McKinnon and her husband, Eric Green, discovered the joys of cruise vacations in middle age. Their home in a quiet suburb of Olympia, Washington, is filled with souvenirs and trinkets from their travels. There’s a plastic lizard in the master bathroom with the words “Cayman Islands” painted on it. From Curaçao there’s a framed patchwork collage made of oilcloth hanging in the entrance hall. On the gray summer day when I visit them, we all sit comfortably in their living room, Green decked out in a bright shirt with “Bermuda Islands” emblazoned on it, from a cruise in 2013. As they regale me with talk of their younger selves and their trips to Jamaica, Aruba, Cozumel, and Mazatlán, they present the very picture of well-adjusted adulthood on the verge of retirement.
Except for one fairly major thing.
As we chat, McKinnon makes clear that she has no memories of all those cruises. No memories of buying the lizard or finding that oilcloth collage. She doesn’t remember any vacation she’s ever taken. In fact, she cannot recall a single moment in her marriage to Green or before it.
Before you start to brace yourself for one of those stories—about the onset of dementia, the slow dissolve of a marriage into a relationship of unrequited love, the loss of self—let me reassure you: McKinnon hasn’t lost anything. She’s never been able to remember those experiences.
For decades, scientists suspected that someone like Susie McKinnon might exist. They figured she was probably out there, living an ordinary life—hard to tell apart from the next person in line at the grocery store, yet fundamentally different from the rest of us. And sure enough, they found her (or rather, she found them) in 2006.
McKinnon is the first person ever identified with a condition called severely deficient autobiographical memory. She knows plenty of facts about her life, but she lacks the ability to mentally relive any of it, the way you or I might meander back in our minds and evoke a particular afternoon. She has no episodic memories—none of those impressionistic recollections that feel a bit like scenes from a movie, always filmed from your perspective. To switch metaphors: Think of memory as a favorite book with pages that you return to again and again. Now imagine having access only to the index. Or the Wikipedia entry.
“I know bits and pieces of stuff that happened,” McKinnon says of her own childhood. But none of it bears a vivid, first-person stamp. “I don’t remember being shorter or smaller or having to reach up for things. I have no images or impressions of myself as a kid.” She finds herself guessing a lot at what her experiences must have been like: She assumes the Cayman Islands were hot. Perhaps she and Green walked around a lot there. “It was probably sometime between 2000 and 2010,” she ventures.
The way McKinnon experiences life scrambles much of what we presume is essential to being human. No less a figure than the philosopher John Locke argued that memory, the kind McKinnon lacks, is the very thing that constitutes personal identity. It’s hard to even imagine what it would feel like to be without these kinds of memories; when we do, we picture disaster. Last year’s blockbuster Pixar film,Inside Out, hinged on the idea that if the main character loses her core memories, then her “islands of personality” collapse into nothingness.
McKinnon has no core memories that she is aware of. But there can be no doubt of her personality. She is a liberal white woman who married a black man despite her conservative father’s disapproval. A Catholic who decided somewhere along the way that religion wasn’t for her. She’s bashful and sensitive. Intuitive, curious, and funny. She has a job—she’s a retirement specialist for the state of Washington—and she has hobbies, values, beliefs, opinions, a nucleus of friends. Though she doesn’t remember being a part of the anecdotes that shaped her into this person, she knows very well who she is. Which raises the question: Just how expendable is this supposedly essential part of being human after all?
MUSIC HAS A powerful way of evoking memories. For McKinnon’s husband, this is especially true of songs by Motown acts like the Temptations and the Miracles. They take him back to weekend nights in Chicago when he was young, when he paid a quarter to go into someone’s basement and make out with a girl as music played in the dark. People called them quarter parties. Listening to Motown also reminds him of Saturdays with his cousins at the Regal, where for three bucks he watched performers like Marvin Gaye. It was always crowded and hot and smelled of stale popcorn. The guys wore $10 Ban-Lon shirts. The women wore ankle-length dresses. Most had processed hair, but Green was just starting to grow out an afro.
He grins as he describes the scene, peering through the eyes of a version of himself from decades ago. This was before he and McKinnon met as coworkers at a hospital in Illinois; long before they moved west and started going on cruises. “She was friendly—well, she was sexy,” Green says of when they first met. To McKinnon, all this mental time traveling seems magical. “It’s hard for me to believe,” she says.
Our ability to do this—to be the first-person protagonist of our own memories—is part of what psychologists call autonoetic consciousness. It’s the faculty that allows us to mentally reenact past experiences.
Memory researchers used to believe there was just one kind of long-term memory. But in 1972, Endel Tulving, a Canadian psychologist and cognitive neuroscientist, introduced the idea that long-term memory comes in multiple forms. One is semantic memory, which allows us to remember how to spell a word like, say, autonoetic. Years from now, you might recall how to spell it, but maybe not when and where you were when you first came across the word and its definition, perhaps in WIRED.
Tulving argued that autonoetic consciousness is crucial for the formation of another kind of long-term memory—episodic memory—which integrates time and sensory details in a cinematic, visceral way. Remembering where and when you learned how to spell autonoetic: That’s an episodic memory.
As it happens, McKinnon shares Green’s love of music. She even performs with a choral ensemble. Lyrics, melodies, and harmonies stick with her, thanks to her intact semantic memory. Similarly, she can tell you for a fact that three months ago, she sang a rendition of an old English folk song onstage—a solo. But only Green can supply the scene: how she strolled onto the stage alone and took her place in front of a piano. Green says her performance brought him close to tears.McKinnon thinks she must have felt a mixture of confidence and fear, but really she hasn’t the faintest idea.
She does, however, have a recording, and we decide to give it a listen. She walks over to the living room CD player, pops in a disc, and presses Play. “Are you ready?” she asks nervously. McKinnon retreats into herself, pacing self-consciously between the sofa, dining room chairs, and kitchen counter.
An alto fills the living room, a voice from another time. “The water is wide,” the voice sings. “I cannot cross o’er.” McKinnon notices a tremble in the voice and giggles with surprise. It’s as if she’s experiencing the performance for the first time.
“but… we need to have a family discussion about why you decided to contribute to the fifty shades of grey soundtrack.”
“oh, come on! it was just two songs! and we needed the money!”
“we have a combined net worth of $535 million, beyonce.”
“okay, rivers, but we all agreed that we’re getting blue ivy a private island in bermuda for her birthday. and that private island is going to set us back about twenty mil. so maybe, instead of lecturing me, you should get in the studio with weezer and record another beverly hills! chop chop!”
Sony’s Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs was first released on September 18, 2009.
The island on which the town of Swallow Falls (later Chewandswallow) is located corresponds to the real-life geographic location of Bermuda. This is implied at the beginning when the island is said to be under the first “A” in Atlantic, as Bermuda is the only island in the West Atlantic north of the tropics. (x)
Rachel Maddow: “How would you get American companies, at the corporate level, to invest more in employee pay, to invest more in employee training, expansion of their businesses, instead of putting so much of their profit in the pockets of their CEOs and their Wall Street investors?”
Sanders: “Excellent question. And the answer is, among other things, we have to end our disastrous trade policies and create jobs in [the US] rather than just in China. Textile industry here, very significantly impacted by bad trade agreements. […] And we’re not gonna give huge tax breaks anymore to large corporations who are putting their profits in the Caymen Islands and Bermuda and not paying a nickle in federal taxes. We’re gonna use that tax money to rebuild our crumbling infrastructure and create up to 13 millions good paying jobs.”