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In the past, most people were self-employed. They owned and worked on farms or had their own small businesses. This changed in the 19th century, when the Industrial Revolution created massive factories and offices manned by wage slaves. Now, the process is reversing itself. Indeed, the growth in the number of the self-employed has been dubbed the “Industrial Revolution of our time.” Some of the factors that make being self-employed better than ever before include: •More work. It’s common today for businesses of all sizes to hire independent contractors. The COVID-19 pandemic accelerated this trend for many businesses. •The Internet. The Internet makes it much easier and cheaper for self-employed people to market their services, exchange information, and communicate with clients and customers. Many self-employed people find work through online freelance hiring platforms like Upwork, Freelancer, TaskRabbit, and Guru. •The Affordable Care Act (Obamacare). The advent of Obamacare made it possible for every self-employed person to obtain health insurance coverage, even those with preexisting conditions. This freed millions of people from “job lock”: the inability to leave a job because it provides health insurance. •Solo support industry. A substantial solo worker support industry has developed. This includes unions and other organizations for the self-employed (such as the Freelancers’ Union), and inexpensive or free software and applications freelancers can use for bookkeeping, invoicing, project tracking, contact creation, and tax preparation. CAUTION This book is not intended for businesses that sell goods, such as someone who owns a clothing store or restaurant or sells jewelry on Etsy. In these cases, other Nolo business books might be appropriate, such as Peri Pakroo’s Small Business Start-Up Kit. Six Things You May Not Know About the Self-Employed Welcome to the world of self-employment! You’re in good company. Here are some things you may not know about the self-employed: •There are lots of them. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, 10.6 million independent contractors work in the United States, representing 6.9% of total employment. In fact, four out of ten adult Americans are either currently working or have worked as independent contractors sometime during their careers. More than $1.2 trillion in total income is generated by the self-employed each year. •Rich people are more likely to work for themselves. Self-employed people account for two-thirds of all American millionaires. •They tend to be older. According to a recent survey, 44% of self-employed people are 50 years of age or older. Only 20% are younger than 33. •They tend to be happy. A recent survey found that almost two-thirds of self-employed people were highly satisfied with their situation. Only 9% expressed dissatisfaction with their work situation. •They work more hours. Nearly half of all self-employed Americans work more than 44 hours in a typical workweek, compared to 39% of American workers overall, 38% in government and @huutruongyandex.ru (foxlegends)

Working for yourself can be both financially and emotionally satisfying and give you freedom employees rarely get to experience in their professional careers. However you label yourself—consultant, freelancer, or independent contractor—you have a unique opportunity to choose how you’ll do business, where you’ll do business, and how you’ll handle all the day-to-day details of running your business. This book will help you successfully start and run your operations in a business-like manner. Working for Yourself is intended for those self-employed people who provide personal services, such as writers, health care consultants, artists, photographers, household movers, lawyers, doctors, Web designers, accountants, quality assurance (QA) testing, and drivers. It includes those who work in the gig economy and sell their services through online hiring platforms like Uber, Upwork, Freelancer, and many others. Working for Yourself covers all the current legal and tax basics self-employed people need to know, including how to: •choose the type of business entity that’s right for you (sole proprietor, corporation, or LLC) •obtain business licenses and permits •insure your business (and yourself) •price your services and get paid on time •pay estimated taxes •keep track of tax-deductible business expenses, including special breaks for home-based businesses •prepare and sign written client agreements (including special issues with online hiring platforms) •take steps to ensure that the IRS doesn’t view you as an employee if you (or your client) are audited •set up a good record-keeping and bookkeeping system •manage employees (if any), and •deal with any special IP issues that may come up, such as regards ownership of a copyright or patent. This twelfth edition has been completely updated to reflect all the tax changes Congress enacted in response @Huutruongespritgames

You just said “as quickly as it is” But that doesn’t make sense! “As quickly as it is”, what is? What are you referring to? “Me, yeah” You’re saying “me, yeah” in response to my question, but my question was “why are you making that sound ‘mm’”? You’re the most confusing person I’ve ever spoken to. What’s going to be long? “It’ll be long” doesn’t actually make sense as a response to my question. That sentence makes no sense at all. Did you use Google translate or something? If that’s the case, then why are you translating? You clearly know how to speak English, so why don’t you use it? @huutruongyandex.ru (foxlegends)

In 1951, Chomsky presented his Master’s thesis: Morphophonemics of Modern Hebrew. It is considered by many as a landmark study in linguistics and generative phonology, which provides not only an analysis of morphophonemics but of the entire grammar of Modern Hebrew from syntax to phonology. This work is of singular importance as it contains the genesis of the author's work in the field of generative grammar which has had such a profound impact upon the study of linguistics. This reissue of a truly pioneering work will be of great interest to all those concerned with generative grammar. [Routledge Ret-Morphophonemics of Modern Hebrew, a reissue of Noam Chomsky’s 11A thesis, written in 1951] “The fundamental question about any grammar, aside from that of its adequacy in describing the facts, is the question: why is it constructed in the particular way it is? As -49- stated in the introduction, we will attempt to give a limited answer to this question for the morphological statement just presented by demonstrating that the statements are partially ordered by criteria of simplicity. The necessary ordering of the statements of the morphology is given […] in this chart, a line drawn from left to right, not crossing horizontal lines, determines a necessary order (left to right) among the elements in the boxes through which it passes. These elements are the numbers of the morphological statements @huutruongtv

distance, and had been contacted by two of them. Both had been what Thiago called “unusually divergent” and some of the others had called deeply weird. Both groups had taken the same elaborate precautions to show they were approaching in a non-hostile manner and had not displayed any weapons. Both groups had wanted to trade supplies with us. (Arada and the others had wanted to just give them what they needed, but Thiago had asked them to trade their stories of why they were here on this planet.) So okay, maybe Thiago had reason to suppose this group would also be non-hostile. But the earlier groups had given me a chance to develop a profile of local non-hostile approaches/interactions and this group hadn’t fit. Nobody fucking listens to me. Potential Target Leader and their friends aboard Stupid Boat were also dressed better than the other humans we’d encountered, in clothing that looked newer if not cleaner. There was no planetary feed (stupid planet) but Stupid Boat had its own rudimentary feed that was heavy with games and pornography but light on anything that might be helpful for a security assessment, like who these people were and what they wanted. Even the individual humans’ feed signatures only contained info about sexual availability and gender presentation, which I didn’t give a damn about. I slipped through into a grimy metal corridor, then a human stepped out of the next doorway. I disarmed them and slammed their head into the floor. The door to the next compartment was closed, but one of my drones had landed on the roof earlier, flattened itself to a window, and got me some good scan and vid intel. That was kind of important, because this was the compartment with the control station for the large boat-busting projectile weapon that was currently pointed at our facility. According to the drone’s video, one small human sat in the weapon station, their attention on a primitive camera-based targeting screen. Three large humans, all armed, sat around casually on battered station chairs, though the other stations had missing or badly jury-rigged or outdated equipment. They were chatting, watching Thiago and Potential Target Leader on the screen, la la la, just another day at work. The compartment was @Huutruongespritgames

distance, and had been contacted by two of them. Both had been what Thiago called “unusually divergent” and some of the others had called deeply weird. Both groups had taken the same elaborate precautions to show they were approaching in a non-hostile manner and had not displayed any weapons. Both groups had wanted to trade supplies with us. (Arada and the others had wanted to just give them what they needed, but Thiago had asked them to trade their stories of why they were here on this planet.) So okay, maybe Thiago had reason to suppose this group would also be non-hostile. But the earlier groups had given me a chance to develop a profile of local non-hostile approaches/interactions and this group hadn’t fit. Nobody fucking listens to me. Potential Target Leader and their friends aboard Stupid Boat were also dressed better than the other humans we’d encountered, in clothing that looked newer if not cleaner. There was no planetary feed (stupid planet) but Stupid Boat had its own rudimentary feed that was heavy with games and pornography but light on anything that might be helpful for a security assessment, like who these people were and what they wanted. Even the individual humans’ feed signatures only contained info about sexual availability and gender presentation, which I didn’t give a damn about. I slipped through into a grimy metal corridor, then a human stepped out of the next doorway. I disarmed them and slammed their head into the floor. The door to the next compartment was closed, but one of my drones had landed on the roof earlier, flattened itself to a window, and got me some good scan and vid intel. That was kind of important, because this was the compartment with the control station for the large boat-busting projectile weapon that was currently pointed at our facility. According to the drone’s video, one small human sat in the weapon station, their attention on a primitive camera-based targeting screen. Three large humans, all armed, sat around casually on battered station chairs, though the other stations had missing or badly jury-rigged or outdated equipment. They were chatting, watching Thiago and Potential Target Leader on the screen, la la la, just another day at work. The compartment was a bulbous structure set

Still managing to sound calm despite everything, Thiago said, “There’s no need for any of this. We’re researchers, we’re not doing anything to hurt anyone here.” Potential Target Leader said something that our FacilitySystem translated through our feed as, “I showed you I’m serious. We’ll take what we want, then leave you in peace. Tell the others to come out.” “We’ll give you supplies, but not people,” Thiago said. “If you have nice supplies, I’ll leave the people.” “You didn’t have to shoot anyone.” Heat crept into Thiago’s voice. “If you needed supplies, we would have given them to you.” Don’t worry, the “anyone” who got shot was me. (Thiago, while violating the security protocol everyone agreed to IN ADVANCE, had walked out to the observation deck to greet the strangers on their stupid boat. I followed and pulled him back from the edge, and so Potential Target Leader shot me instead of him. Got me right in the shoulder. I managed to fall off the observation deck and miss the water intake. Yes, I was pissed off. “SecUnit, SecUnit, are you there—” Overse, in the facility’s command center, had shouted at me over the comm interface. Yes, I’m fine, I’d sent her over the feed. It’s a good thing I don’t bleed like a human because hostile marine fauna was about all this situation needed. I’ve got everything under fucking control, okay. “No, it says it’s fine,” I heard her relaying to the others on our comm. “Well, yes, it’s furious.”) I swung over the railing and dropped to the deck. I’d tuned my pain sensors down but I could feel the projectile wedged in next to my support framework and it was annoying. Staying low, I crawled down the steps into the first cabin structure. The human inside was monitoring a primitive scanner system. (I’d jammed it even before I got shot, feeding it artistic static and random reports of anomalous energy signatures to keep it busy.) I choked her until she was unconscious and then broke her arm to give her something else to worry about if she revived too soon. I didn’t take her projectile weapon but I did pause to break a couple of its key components. The room was stuffed with bags and containers and other human crap. There were neat storage racks https://vk.com/huutruongespritdu

The upper deck wrapped around the bow where the forward weapon emplacement was. It gave the stupid boat a lot of blindspots, which were someone else’s security nightmare. It was more sophisticated than the other boats we’d seen on this survey, with better tech. Of course that just made it vulnerable. I was also monitoring our outer perimeter and the scattered islands surrounding us, in case this was a distraction and there was a second boarding attempt planned. And of course I had a camera on the unfolding shitshow on the observation deck. Thiago stood out there nearly four meters from the hatchway, not even wearing his protective gear, very much like a human who didn’t trust his SecUnit’s situation assessment. The apparent leader of the Potential Targets stood at the edge of the deck, barely three meters away, casually pointing a projectile weapon at Thiago. I was more worried about the six other Potential Targets scattered around on the stupid boat’s bow deck, and the nozzle of the weapon mounted above the bow deck currently trained on the upper level of our facility. Some of the Potential Targets weren’t wearing helmets. There’s a thing you can do with these small intel drones (if your client orders you to, or if you don’t have a working governor module), when the hostiles are dumb enough to get aggressive without adequate body armor. You can accelerate a drone and send it straight at the hostile’s face. Even if you don’t hit an eye or ear and go straight through to the brain, you can make a crater in the skull. Doing this would solve the problem and get me back to new episodes of Lineages of the Sun much more quickly, but I knew Arada would make a sad face at me and Thiago would be pissed off. I would probably have to do it anyway. Unfortunately, Potential Target Leader was wearing a helmet. (Thiago is a marital partner of Dr. Mensah’s brother, which is why I gave a crap about his opinion.) Also, I had no intel yet on how many hostiles were inside the boat where the controls to the large weapon were. Prematurely eliminating the visible targets (excuse me, potential targets) on deck might just tip us out of incipient shitshow into full-on shitshow. There was sort of a chance that Thiago might actually

level of security. (And I’m talking absurd even by my standards, and my code was developed by a bond company known for intense xenophobic paranoia, tempered only by desperate greed.) I’ve also had clients who thought they didn’t need any security at all, right up until something ate them. (That’s mostly a metaphor. My uneaten client stat is high.) Dr. Arada, who is what her marital partner Overse calls a “terminal optimist,” was somewhere in the comfortable middle zone. Dr. Thiago was firmly in the “Let’s investigate the dark cave without that pesky SecUnit” group. Which was why Arada was pressed against the wall next to the hatch to the open observation deck with her palms sweating on the stock of a projectile weapon and Thiago was standing out on said observation deck, trying to reason with a potential target. (That’s “potential” per the earlier conversation where Dr. Arada said Oh SecUnit, I wish you wouldn’t call people “targets” and Thiago had given me the look that usually means It just wants an excuse to kill someone.) But then, that was before the Potential Targets started to brandish their own large projectile-weapon collection. Anyway, those are the kind of things I think about while I’m swimming under a raider vessel that’s attempting to board our sea research facility. I swam out from under the stern, careful to avoid the propulsion device. I broke the surface quietly, stretched and caught the railing, and pulled myself up. The daylight was bright, the air clear, and I felt exposed. (Why couldn’t the stupid raiders attack at night?) I had drones in the air, giving me camera views of both decks of this stupid boat, so I knew this part of the stern was empty.

Iris said, “Only if I can ask you what you’re doing here.” This was some kind of human posturing thing. It was pretty obvious Iris’s task group had been fixing the routers; if the B-E humans had been oblivious, their SecUnit would have called their attention to it. It was also pretty obvious that, considering the specific explosive bolts their SecUnit had been armed with, they had been out looking for contaminated bots. That’s not encouraging, ART said, which was understating the case dramatically. We were collecting depressing datapoints indicating Barish-Estranza’s intentions all the time. The first thing the new Barish-Estranza explorer had done was power up to ART and try to intimidate it/us. (I know. I was below 66 percent operating capacity at the time and I thought it was a bad idea. ART had dropped its main weapon port and transmitted, Targeting lock acquired. The explorer had replied something to the effect that they didn’t mean to be intimidating and was the widdle academic transport crew scared, but in corporate speak, and ART had replied, It’s so easy for ships to disappear out here. There was a pause, indicating a scramble to adjust operational parameters, then they made the mistake of trying to intimidate back with something like Oh yeah well you’ll get damaged, too, and I am not exactly an expert on nonfictional human interactions but that just obviously wasn’t going to cut it. ART transmitted, You can make this complicated situation simple for me. Which I can tell you was not any kind of posturing, it 100 percent meant that. Barish-Estranza must have picked up on that subtext because they backed down and now they think ART is a human commanding officer who’s a giant asshole.) (ART is a secret from everyone except for the upper level departments at the University of Mihira and New Tideland. Barish-Estranza had no idea what it was dealing with.) The rest of the B-E group was staring at me and the humans. Overse had said that the B-E corporates always look like they’re trying to figure out how much to sell you for, and she wasn’t wrong. I was glad I had refined my move-like-a-human code because if I had to wing it on my own, I wouldn’t have known what to do with https://vk.com/huutruongespritdu

doing it and killing them all was problematic, though don’t think ART hadn’t run those numbers a few times. The ag-bot plummeted toward me in a controlled fall, and I was about to hit the triggering sequence. Then a quick scatter of large explosive projectiles from off toward the right hit the central part of the bot’s body. Right where its processor would be. The bot made a clunking noise. Metal shrapnel sprayed out and a couple of limbs flew off. I scrambled out of the way as the torso broke loose and slammed into the ground. Oh, great save, B-E SecUnit, most humans wouldn’t have been able to evade that. What the hell kind of retrieval was that supposed to be? ART, watching my visual data, said, That was .2 degrees away from a murder attempt. Important question you might have: Did this SecUnit know I was a SecUnit? Answer: I fucking hope not. On the secure team feed, I said, Use the feed for anything you don’t want them to know. Their SecUnit can pick you up on audible from over there. ScoutDrone1 was already in stealth mode and I told it and ScoutDrone2 to head for the nearest shuttle, which was the one the router team had left up on the plateau. The shuttle ART had landed for me was farther out, past the field, out of the ex-ag-bot’s sensor range. I had one backup drone in the pocket of my environmental suit and I told it to go dormant. I had already let go of the launcher and made sure it rolled out of my reach. I was running all my move-like-a-human code, and I had improved it substantially from the first version I’d written. My feed, the team feed, and my connection with ART were all locked down tight, though SecUnits with intact governor modules aren’t free to detect and hack systems like I am. They have to receive a specific order to do it, and most employers are too paranoid to allow that. But this SecUnit (designate: B-E Unit1) was only about four meters away; it might just look at me, know what I was, and report it. The only thing I could do was confuse it as much as possible. I rolled over and groaned like a human (potentially not a great idea, it sounded embarrassingly fake) and pulled a few clips from Sanctuary Moon of the various scenes where the colony solicitor’s bodyguard had been injured and had to stand up again. https://vk.com/huutruongespritdu 背景 你好啊朋友，欢迎来到离谱的英语学习指南。 当你的目光与这些文字相遇，我衷心希望，这不仅仅是一次攻克英语的艰苦征程，更是一场开启智慧之门的奇妙冒险。愿这方寸纸墨，化作你我心灵共鸣的琴弦，弹奏出语言学习的天籁妙音。 时间回到 2017 年 7 月初，备考托福的女神W.问了我一个问题：如何高效学习英语？ 在我思考如何回答这个问题时，回想起我在大四一学期一次性考过 26 门课的经验（其中重修 19 门，当前学期 7 门），再加上本人英语 和 语文 两门学科曾侥幸在高考时摘得省第一（江苏卷），或许我勉强有资格提供一些高效学习的小技巧，权

https://vk.com/huutruongespritdu 背景 你好啊朋友，欢迎来到离谱的英语学习指南。 当你的目光与这些文字相遇，我衷心希望，这不仅仅是一次攻克英语的艰苦征程，更是一场开启智慧之门的奇妙冒险。愿这方寸纸墨，化作你我心灵共鸣的琴弦，弹奏出语言学习的天籁妙音。 时间回到 2017 年 7 月初，备考托福的女神W.问了我一个问题：如何高效学习英语？ 在我思考如何回答这个问题时，回想起我在大四一学期一次性考过 26 门课的经验（其中重修 19 门，当前学期 7 门），再加上本人英语 和 语文 两门学科曾侥幸在高考时摘得省第一（江苏卷），或许我勉强有资格提供一些高效学习的小技巧，权