Fun with stats
So anyway, in the absence of opinions on that wrong-headed new ‘weird’ folk comp that’s doing the rounds at the moment, in the absence of analysis of the new Ellen Allien/Apparat interface, in the absence of any musings on the psych/noise/weirdshit presence on Myspace (and you thought it was all indie kids and pervy old dudes etc etc), in the absence of anything resembling time in which to write anything about anything - oh, and in the absence of an internet connection in my house! don’t let’s forget that, readers, because it’s important - here’s my favourite site today.
Although they’re only purporting to “check out the facts and figures behind the news”, there is something incredibly comforting about Stats.org. Often because they seem to conclude that even if we’re being lied to, the truth is, oddly, not as bad as you expect. That’s something I need to tell myself on a sort of generalised level most days, and of course it’s not always the case (neither on Stats or on me), but what the hey, a girl’s gotta believe something and today I believe in statistics. Intelligent interpretations of, obviously.
Posted on Wednesday, February 8th, 2006by Frances May Morgan
On the sidebar, the first sentence of this blog entry includes a remark about Adem. In the entry proper, it does not.
Posted by Sean on February 10th, 2006 at 9:47 am