In two new studies, Harvard economist Raj Chetty and his colleagues found that where poor kids grow up has a huge effect on how much money they earn as adults.

The table above lists the 50 U.S. counties that have the biggest effects on kids’ incomes as adults. The numbers, based on the new research, show how much growing up in a given county affects a child’s annual income as an adult.

Where Poor Kids Grow Up Makes A Huge Difference

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NPR - Bitcoin Goes Haywire

Jacob Goldstein, blogger for NPR’s Planet Money (@PlanetMoneywrites a post with an attention-grabbing title:

“We’re working on a bitcoin podcast, but I wanted to post something now, because the exchange rate between dollars and bitcoins has been going haywire lately”. 

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Jake's Death - Lizzie

So, we can disregard all previous things I’ve written about Jake’s death, stuff with Elizabeth, blah blah blah because this is how things end up. No more changing. But yes, like Nicole said, this is Part 2 to what she wrote, and is influenced a lot by that FREAKING video she posted the other day. So, needless to say, there’s some Fionn and Cory in this. I’d say “Enjoy!” but yeah…

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Elizabeth played with the new addition to her left hand, twisting the ring around her finger. She glanced around the small cafe she was sitting in, her eyes passing over each face, searching for a familiar one. Shifting in the wooden chair, Elizabeth turned her attention back to the cup of tea sitting in front of her, bringing it to her lips. The bell on the door jingled, signaling another customer’s arrival and her head shot up. Her shoulders slumped slightly when she saw it was just another businessman, rushing in for a cup of coffee. 

Biting her lip, she placed her hands in her lap and glanced up at the clock on the wall. Jake had never been late before, and she was starting to get worried. Granted, this wasn’t their usual day to meet, but whenever she’d owled him to randomly meet up in the past, he’d always been there before her, waiting. Frowning slightly, she wondered if she’d given him proper directions to the small muggle café. Perhaps it was her fault he wasn’t there yet. For all she knew, he could be sitting in another café, patiently waiting for her to show up like he always was.

Just as she reached down to grab her purse from beneath her chair, the bell above the door sounded again and she glanced up hopefully. A large grin lit up her face when she saw her best friend standing there, scanning the room for her. His face lit up when he spotted her and he quickly moved over to the table she sat at. “Lizzie! Hey, sorry m’late. Mum was nagging me about stopping by for dinner later and, well, you know my mum.”

“You’re fine, Jake.” Elizabeth rose from her chair, laughter laced through her voice. She stepped into his hug, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek in greeting. Stepping back, she kept her hands on his waist as she grinned up at him. “Though, I did start to think you’d forgotten all about me.”

“What? No! No, Lizzie, you know I’d never forget about you! I told you, Mum was riding my arse about-” 

Her laughter cut him off and she wrapped her arms around his middle again. “I was only teasing, Jake.”

Jake grinned down at her, scratching the back of his head as she moved back to her chair. “The jokes are supposed to be my thing, Lizzie,” he sat across from her. “You’re supposed to cover everything else. You know: the smarts, the maturity, the stunning loo - er, the uh…accepting of…everything…” Jake trailed off awkwardly, tapping his fingers on the table. “Yeah…”

Elizabeth stared at him curiously, a soft smile on her face. “You…you think I’m stunning?”

“Well…yeah, I mean, I guess,” Jake blushed slightly. “Everyone thinks the same, Lizzie. It’s not really a, you know, secret or anything that you’re, you know…pretty.”

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and ducked her head. “I don’t know, it just means a bit more coming from you.”

“Yeah?” he leaned forward slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching. “H-how come?”

“Well, you’re my best friend, Jake. Everything you think matters to me,” Elizabeth stated. She tilted her head to the side and stared at him. “What…what other reason could there be?”

Jake blinked a few times and leaned back, shaking his head. “Oh…I-I don’t know, uh…”

“Can I be getting’ ya sumthin’, luv?”

“What?” Jake glanced up at the girl suddenly standing at their table. “Oh. Oh! Uh, just, uh…tea, I guess.”

The girl glanced between the two of them, her eyes lingering on Elizabeth’s hands, and offered a small, slightly sarcastic smile. “Right away. Congrats to ya both.”

Elizabeth’s eyes grew at the girl’s words and she quickly grabbed her left hand with her right. She glanced over at Jake, watching as he grinned crookedly, obviously confused. As he turned back to her, Elizabeth tried to keep a neutral expression on her face. “Why’d she congratulate us?”

“I’m-I’m not sure…maybe she’s confused.” Elizabeth replied weakly, looking down at her hands and biting her lip. The sudden placement of his hand over hers caused her to jump slightly and look up at him. She saw that he was staring at her hands, brow furrowed slightly. That look had always been her least favorite of his. Jake was supposed to always be smiling, happy, but Elizabeth had the tendency to bring out his barely seen serious side, and this specific look of confusion and concern always caused a pang to shoot through her. “Jake…”

“What’re you hiding, Liz?”

She slid her hands out from under his. “It’s nothing. It’s-“


Sighing, she dropped her hands back into her lap and opened her mouth to speak when the girl placed a cup of tea in front of Jake. “Enjoy.” Jake’s gaze didn’t even waver from Elizabeth’s face, even as the girl huffed and walked away. Licking her lips, Elizabeth smiled slightly and shrugged. “Um, something happened last night. Between Kilian and I.”

“What’d he do? Did he hurt you? Lizzie, what’d he do?” Jake moved to stand form his chair, his gaze moving all over her, looking for any sign that she’d been hurt.

“Jake, no. Jake! He didn’t hurt me,” she laughed softly. “He did quite the opposite.”

He relaxed back into his chair. “So…what? What happened?”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “He…Kilian asked me to marry him.”


“Proposed,” she nodded slightly, a small, tentative smile on her face. “He proposed.”

Jake chewed on the inside of his cheek and dropped his gaze to the table. “And, uh…w-what…what did you say?”

Elizabeth slowly brought her hand up from her lap, holding it so he could see the ring on her finger. She smiled somewhat bashfully. “I-I said yes.” His immediate frown caused the smile to fly off her face, concern taking over. Reaching across the table, she placed her hand on one of his. “Was that wrong of me?”

He moved his hand out from under hers, causing a frown to appear on her face, and shook his head, sending a tight-lipped smile down at the table. “No. No, of course not. It’s just…”

“What, Jake? It’s just…what?

“I need to go outside,” he stood suddenly, leaving his untouched tea on the table, Elizabeth quickly following after him.

“Jake! Wait!” Elizabeth pushed through the door and called after him, grabbing his arm and stopping him a few storefronts down. “What’s wrong?”

Jake swallowed and glanced down at her, confusion written all over his face. “He…you…you’re still so young, Lizzie. Is, you know, getting married now the right thing to do? And, you know, to him? I mean, yeah, he’s nice and all, and after everything that happened, you know, at school, I know he loves you but…we’ve only been out of school for like, not even a year, Liz. It just seems…I dunno, fast to me.”

“So, what? You’re saying I shouldn’t marry someone who obviously loves me?” Elizabeth’s brow furrowed as she gazed up at him.

“No! No, Lizzie, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I-I don’t know what I’m saying,” Jake ran a hand over his face. “I just…I think you’re moving really fast. And-do you love him?”

Elizabeth was taken aback, and she took her hand off his arm. “What?”

Jake shrugged, sending her a small, crooked smile. “You never said you loved him back. Just that…you know, he loved you.”

“I accepted his proposal, what do you think?”

His shoulders slumped and he shook his head. “I’m-I’m sorry, Lizzie. I think I’m just afraid of losing you. You know, as my friend. ‘Cause that would kinda…suck.”

“Jake…” Elizabeth shook her head and moved in to hug him, pressing her face against the fabric of his jacket. “You’ll never lose me. Ever. I love you, all right? You’re my best friend in the entire world, and I love you, and my getting married isn’t going to change that.”

He leaned his head down to rest his cheek on the top of her head. “Just being typical silly Jake, yeah?” Hugging her tighter, Jake chuckled weakly. “Um, congratulations, Lizzie. Really. I’m, uh…glad you’re happy.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and squeezed him tightly once before stepping back and smiling softly up at him. “Thank you, Jake. And I do love him. Don’t worry about me being rash with this.”

“’Course not, Lizzie.”

She watched as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, her eyes fluttering shut. Something inside her twisted in a slightly painful way, but she pushed it away, opening her eyes to smile at him. “I’ll still see you next week, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he rubbed the back of his head and smiled slightly. “Get home safely, yeah?”

“Always do,” Elizabeth grabbed his hand and rose up on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, almost at the corner of his mouth. Stepping back, she squeezed his hand once before letting go and turning, walking down the street. After a few minutes, she stopped and looked back, a slight feeling of sadness filling her when she saw he was no longer standing where she’d left him. Sighing, she turned back around and ducked into an alley, Apparating to Kilian’s. 

Episode 534: The History of Light
  • Episode 534: The History of Light
  • Jacob Goldstein/NPR
  • planet economy: The Economy Explained

On today’s show: How we got from candles made out of cow fat to as much light as we want. The history of light is the history of economic growth, of things getting faster, cheaper, and more efficient

anonymous asked:

Elizabeth, Jake, kiss

-_- Fine. This takes place during their third year.

Elizabeth sighed and stomped her foot. “Jake, I swear to Merlin, leave me alone.”

“Aw, come on Lizzie. You know you love me,” he grinned at her. “You owe me something.”


Jake continued to grin at her. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I won’t tell anyone. Deal?”

She looked him over, internally debating whether or not to follow through with the outcome of their little challenge. He had bet her that if he finished his Charms homework before her, she’d have to kiss him. Overconfident, Elizabeth had agreed to it, and near about threw a fit when he finished his essay before her. Crossing her arms, she glared at him. “Fine.”

Taking a deep breath, she stepped towards his stupid, grinning face and hesitated. Did she really want her first kiss to be with Jacob Goldstein? Before she could back out, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers. Standing in shock, Elizabeth quickly regained her senses and returned pressure, never one to be outdone. Pulling back, she stared at him, slightly wide-eyed.

“Merlin, Lizzie. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Jake laughed, not really understanding her expression.

“My first kiss…” Elizabeth mumbled to herself, looking away.

“What was that?”

Elizabeth chewed the inside of her cheek and looked up at him. “That was, uh…that was my first kiss. You were my first kiss…” she shook her head, realizing what she’d just said. “You were my first kiss. I-wha-of all people!”

Jake frowned slightly, the expression looking very out of place on his usually smiley face. “That’s not very nice, Lizzie.”

“Jake…” she sighed, realizing too late how her words would come across. Running a hand through her hair, she looked over at him apologetically. “It-I…I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…you’re sort of my friend and it’s not like I fancy you or anything. I guess I just thought my first kiss would be with someone I fancied…”

He shrugged. “Could’ve been worse, if you think about it.” Jake laughed. “Could’ve been with someone you hated, and wasn’t your friend,” he grinned at her. “See how I left out the ‘sorta’? You’re my friend, Lizzie, whether you want to admit it or not.”

She smiled at him slightly. “Guess I’m stuck with you, then.”

Jake slung an arm around her shoulders, chuckling. “Yup. Sorry. Now let’s go back to the library so I can actually write my essay.”