Category: Personal

  • Locked Out

    I spent my formative years without a plan. Always so interested in the future, but my own future just did not occur to me. The reverberations of that of that are still impacting me today. I didn’t do college, get a degree, find a career and thus I now find myself in no position to buy a home.

    While I operated my life without emphasis placed on my future, I did always wistfully picture having my own house. The sense of stability that must come from owning a home must be an exceptional feeling, and my own home would serve as a proud marker of my success in life. But primarily, for me, a house is the ultimate project. You can just keep fucking with it until you die. It is the eternal project. The project from which a million projects are born. That’s my idea of a good time.

    It wasn’t until very recently that it’s begun to dawn on me that my dumb-dummy choices of yesteryear not only prices me out home ownership, but that lack of essential middleclass wealth is going to lock me out of the most probable path for upward mobility. Oops.

    That is to say; without a owning a home I will likely always be a little poor.

    I could probably stand to be a little less hard on myself. I am not alone. Far from it.

    It used to be a lot more attainable to own a home and that was just a couple of short generations ago. Even since 2000, wages have increased by 18% but home prices have increased by an approximate 145%. The reasons for the meteoric climb in prices are varied, but a contributing factor and consequence is that home ownership has become an investment tool of the monied class and corporations alike, with 1 and 7 new start homes being corporate owned.

    Like our democracy, home ownership simply isn’t for the average citizen anymore. It’s another thing that they’ve been edged out of.

    I’m listening to “Abundance” by Ezra Klein and Derek Thompson, which seems to argue that the most direct path to solving our housing affordability crisis is by simply building a lot more housing with a lot less regulation. I do love simple solutions that appear to cut through the proverbial gordian knot, but I’d argue that entire production process has grown too rotten to just “do it more.”

    I’ve been investigating alternative home models to traditional home ownership since I created the People’s Accord, which has prescriptive measures listed in the article about the right to quality and affordable shelter. I’ve come across some interesting ideas, but a lot of them remove the wealth building advantages of owning a home and while I’m an enthusiastic progressive, I’m not trying to remap the pathways of the middleclass economy. That, and I don’t want roommates, even if we’re working for a common goal and all those noble purposes.

    What I’ve found are Community Land Trusts, which right away conjures images of life by committee, but its actually about separating the land ownership from the home ownership to make housing more affordable up front, and as a feature, affordability is maintained rather than quickly escalating.

    That’s the basic idea of a Community Land Trust (CLT): take the land out of the equation, put it in the hands of a nonprofit trust, and let people buy the homes that sit on it. You still own your home, you still get a mortgage, and you can still paint your front door whatever color you want. But you lease the land underneath it from the trust, which keeps things stable and a hell of a lot more affordable.

    The whole point is to treat housing less like a hot stock and more like what it actually is: a place to live. The trust keeps the resale prices in check, usually with some kind of formula that limits how much profit you can make when you sell. That way, the next buyer can afford it too—and the cycle continues. It’s a kind of anti-gentrification magic trick.

    And yeah, at first blush, that sounds like a tradeoff. Less upside if the market goes wild. But also? Less downside. Less chance that you’re priced out, bought out, or boxed out of ever owning at all. For folks like me, who’ve missed all the traditional on-ramps to middle class wealth, this starts to sound less like compromise and more like salvation.

    Now—if you’re a wonk like me or just someone trying to squint down the road to the future—you might ask: okay, but what about equity? What about actually building wealth, even if it’s not obscene Zillow-fueled windfalls?

    Enter: Community Land Trusts with Enhanced Equity.

    These models still put community stability front and center, but they loosen the cap a bit. They let homeowners keep a larger share of the home’s appreciation when it’s sold. So, you’re not flipping it for profit like some HGTV fever dream, but you are rewarded for improvements, for tenure, for the basic principle that you lived and invested in a place.

    Some of these enhanced models even use shared appreciation formulas—like, say, you and the trust split the increase in market value 60/40 or 70/30. Or they let you pocket the added value of that new bathroom you paid for out of pocket. It’s equity with a conscience. You’re not getting rich, but you’re not stuck either.

    It’s still not perfect. If you’re a “house as investment vehicle” person, this isn’t your model (and you’re a dick). But if you’re someone like me—who wants roots, who wants a place that’s mine to tinker with until I croak, and who doesn’t want to be punished forever for not getting a head start—this looks like a real path forward.

    And more than that, it’s a collective strategy. A different way of imagining ownership in a system that’s increasingly stacked against the un-rich. CLTs are a patch on a broken system, sure. But they’re also a crack of light.

    They’re not the whole solution. But they’re something real, something now, and something that works.

    Three very fun words for my future house: Secret Bookcase Doorways.

  • The Price We Pay: How AI Could Reshape Our Wallets and Our World

    I was at a wedding recently and my newly acquired dinner-table friend and I hit it off talking about AI, which I might’ve started. It’s a favorite topic of mine.

    As we all squeezed past chairbacks into the line for food, he marveled absently at what the next five years could possibly bring. “We’ll all be drowning in subscription services.” I declared. “Every last cent will have been identified and pre-allocated. We’ll subscribe to multiple AI services but the privacy we cede to make them work efficiently will work against us when they know exactly how much we can afford.” I didn’t know until it blurted out of my mouth that I thought that. I too often learn things about myself this way.

    I later told AI my prediction.  

    That’s a chilling thought” It began. —the notion that AI could serve as the final piece in a meticulously tuned economic mechanism, ensuring no surplus for the individual beyond what is strictly necessary. Dynamic pricing already exists in sectors like airlines, e-commerce, and even digital services, adjusting costs based on demand, location, and user data. But what happens when this concept is pushed to its extreme, where AI models fully optimize personal finances across every transaction?

    Imagine an era where your spending power is not just tracked but preemptively adjusted—AI-driven financial models setting product prices based on how much is in your account, ensuring you can afford something, but never accumulate excess. This could reshape wealth distribution, effectively locking people into economic tiers where upward mobility becomes algorithmically suppressed.

    It also opens questions about control. Who decides where the threshold lies between survival and prosperity? Do we trust corporations to wield such power responsibly, or will governments attempt to intervene and regulate AI-driven markets? It might turn into a pay-for-access reality, where the ability to even use certain AI-enhanced services depends on how much financial data you allow them to see, creating entirely new forms of economic discrimination.

    The more AI understands human behavior, the more it can refine pricing, advertising, and market demand to nudge people into specific financial and psychological states.

    The unexpected revolution here might not be AI displacing jobs or taking over industries—it could be AI ensuring every transaction extracts the precise amount needed to keep individuals compliant within the economy, neither failing nor thriving.” The AI (Copilot) mused.

    The cyclicals of history in finance are not to be ignored, I have recently learned. Capitalism has always wanted to extract maximum value out of an individual while also ensuring that they have just enough for survival and nothing more. Think company towns. Think sharecropping. I’d argue that what Copilot worried about as a novel problem presented by it’s own existence has always been the trajectory of capitalism and AI just accelerates it with surgical precision.

    The fantastic problem with nearly all AI is that it’s prone to backing your way of thinking, your ideas, your ambitions, enthusiastically; even if those ideas are actually quite bad. The studies they’ve done are hilarious. There’s no guarantee of this particular flavor of dystopia, but I can conversely say that I promise a future full of both AI and dynamic pricing and the two are to be inevitably paired.

    My AI is gonna think like me and I’ve grown to think that while we worry about AI influencing government and taking jobs, it could quietly turn capitalism into a perfectly sealed machine of compliance.

    How does one buck this impending thing and prevent it from happening?

    Do you see a future where AI and dynamic pricing could honestly be utilized for the greater good under our cutthroat system of capitalism? What does that look like? 

    Would this lead to a backlash? A rise in decentralized economies, underground markets, or AI-resistant transaction models? Or do you think people would just accept it as the new norm? 

  • PLASTIC DIESEL

    To give you a quick rundown of what you’re about to read; it’s going to start out as a bummer, but I promise this about hope and ends on an up note.

    I used to refer to myself as a “techno-optimist”. I think that term even once landed me a job. The CEO was Star Trek fan, and he understood the egalitarian utopia I envisioned by use of the phrase.

    I’m not sure what I would call myself now. I still believe in the promise of technology but I can’t say that I’m bullish on the proper utilization of said promise. Technology, rather than freeing us from the artificial constraints of capitalism, seems to have only cemented a future where every dollar is allocated to a subscription service and every occupation asks that you accept less and to be less.

    The optimism portion has been replaced with a guarded numbness. I scroll the news like everyone does and each headline reads like a pointed assault against a bright future. I swipe away. I close the app. I shut down. It’s more than I can bear.

    With the People’s Accord I found a plan that I believe addresses a good portion of our fundamental national problems, but there are so many relentless injustices that it doesn’t fix, doesn’t acknowledge, that are beyond the scope of the Accord, that it makes me wish I could throw my energy and efforts into absolutely everything. If only I could be the superhero I dreamt of being as a child.

    But, today I got teary eyed at a Tik-Tok and was reminded once more that hope springs eternal.

    It’s so hard to trust anything on the internet these days that I reflexively tore apart what my eyes were telling me, but that techno-optimist in me saw a quick glimpse of the post-scarcity, solar-punk future and my want for it to be real overtook my suspicion of a scam.

    This young scientist, and you know he know he’s deep science because of the elbow length protective gloves, addresses a fairly small gathering of people in the back of a non-descript building, who’ve come to witness an incredible scientific proclamation. That even that many people want to believe and give a shit is like a kiss to my heart. But with a relatively small amount of coffee looking liquid held aloft triumphantly, he announces that he’s created plastic-diesel; a clean burning fuel made entirely from plastic waste. Our ecological disaster transformed into the fuel to power us. The stuff of dreams.

    I looked it up.

    Our young scientist is mostly Tik-Tok, but his YouTube videos can be found searching “plastic diesel Portland”. There seems to be yet any investigative work on his specific claim, but even a cursory search reveals that he is far from the first to apparently demonstrate that fuel can be made from plastic waste. There were videos of plastic diesel from fifteen years ago and further back than that. I still can’t say if it’s real.

    But I hope it is. And there it is: hope.

    It’s a reminder that the future could still be incredible. It’s late, but it’s not too late. The future isn’t here quite yet and we have an opportunity to decide what it will look like.

    I will continue to envision the best for us. And this pursuit of hope, this belief that solutions exist, is why I’m committed to building the future we deserve through The Allied People’s Union.

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