Back in the crappy olden days, one of the best/worst things in your life was vacationing with your parents’ friends. At first it was cool seeing your face on the slide projected above the fireplace. … .
is, and has been, controversial. I think there’s an argument to be made for a government funded census.
Further, if the government, as an entity, collects information– for whatever reason– that information ought to be publicly available. Amazingly, the IRS keeps pretty good records of aggregate data down to the county level. I remind you of this.
I’d like to comment on the structure of the data.
The increments are not uniform. This is from the IRS web site that collects and publishes data. This is my county. Column headings are “Size of adjusted gross income by county,” and “Numbers of returns.”
$1 under $10,000
$10,000 under $25,000
$25,000 under $50,000
$50,000 under $75,000
$75,000 under $100,000
$100,000 under $200,000
$200,000 or more
So, if we summarized these data on a bar graph with these eight categorical categories (X) by number of returns (Y), what would you think about my little county?
I’d think my county is freaking rich! But that’s because I’m not stupid.
For dinner tonight we had a salad of homegrown lettuce, and bubble & squeak.
But what to watch? Against what backdrop would Daughter C, The J-Man, Mr. Big Food and I commune, given our desire to be a bit more positive and gleeful than The Six Seasons of Doom we’ve just watched?
I gotta hand it to Daughter C. Our DVRd basket is loaded. Mr. Big Food homed in on the Terminator. Thank the Good Lord Almighty, we kept scrolling and discovered The Blues Brothers.
Watched about 1/2 of it. What a great musical.
Everybody loved it. How could you not? That Church scene is fabulous but it pales in comparison to the Restaurant scene. Think. Whatchudo to me.
Comments that very few of the actors in the film are still alive today got sorry-ful nods.
I mean, I watched six fuckin’ seasons of this shit and what do I get as a.. what’s it called?… a de-nu-somtingorfucking other. I get a family in a diner. I get Meadow so incompetent that she can’t even parallel park a car. I get a guy going into da toilet. Maybe he’s going to blast Tony’s brains out. Maybe not.
I get talk therapists who don’t even have the gumption to get pissed when they’re insulted. [Lisp just a smidge when you read that line.]
And then I get a blank– no I mean— black screen. Like that’s supposed to be meaningfulorsomesuch shit. What the hell? Is it jest me?
I mean, seriously. I watched six seasons of a television show about… SIX FUCKING SEASONS, I’m saying.
In all honesty, I do not know what the hoopla was about and I’m happy to be rid of it.
Though I do consider it a badge of honor that we stuck it out. Now we know. Lesson learned.
Here’s some background. I am in a *really* bad mood. Thus, I am looking for something stupid to call out based on its stupidity.
2017 – 1999 = 18 !
I’m pretty sure the Fahrenheit scale has been around since… for about 300 years (1784). And I’m pretty sure human beings have been keeping track of the ambient temperature at about 5′ above ground level for at least about… since 1807, or before. Why, in the name of the Good Lord Jesus Christ hisself– who was crucified and rose from the dead back about 2000ish years ago this very weekend, would you limit temperature data– averages, records, and such– to the last 18 years?
To piss me off. That’s why.
62 to 80°F
46 to 62°F
*Based on data from 1999-present
I have a question (or two). Why 1999? I wouldn’t agree with using only 20 or 25 years of data, but I could understand the argument– 5-10-15-20-… 100-125-150… all useful, though meaningless, demarcations of time. But why 18 years’ worth?
It’s safe– I think– to assume that if a set of data where plotted X (time) by Y (temperature), there’s a rolling average (and median), very much dependent on the particular window one chooses to highlight.
It’s also a safe bet– even accounting for outliers and assuming a normal distribution– that the average of the range approximates the average of the individual daily values (in this case, 18 years’ worth of high and low temperatures for April 14).
Let’s look first at the lows for April 14, 1999 – April 14, 2016.
The range is 46-62°F. (46 + 62) / 2 = 54°F.
The reported average low is 51°F. That means there were more nights colder in the years between 1999 and 2016 than you would expect if our assumption of normality had been met.
Looking at the range of high temperatures for April 14, 1999 – April 14, 2016, we see 62 – 80°F. The average of 62 and 80 is 71, four degrees less than the reported average of 75°F.
No people except people growing tomatoes care about nighttime temps. The trick is to get the right window of data to support your position.
Also, if i see one more instance of, e.g., “Her child only wanted to play with their toy,” I am just going to check out and go build a hut next to the beavers and live on fruits and nuts.
Makes me remember the good old days when we said, “He or she.”
As you are well aware, there are a lot of books at the Farm.
In last week’s newspaper, there was a call to donate books.
If you are interested, the project is called “United We Read.” It’s a redistribution project, but as books have value that cannot be quantified but can only be piled on, I am in favor of this project.
So I went through a few shelves of books from back in the day. I asked if any had (sentimental) value (as I had observed that they had all taken these lessons to heart).
I sent it as an email with two panels, one of which you are seeing. And please note that sheet music for all of the Hanson’s Greatest Hits was omitted.
In an email, I said,
I am donating some books to a local book drive aimed at distributing books to both kids and adults for summer reading.
Do you have attachments to any of these?
Let me know!
Remarkably– and if I do say so myself– all three have replied.
Within about a minute or so, Miss M repled:
Nope. I’ll allow it.
The gall. She doesn’t even live here anymore. “Allow.” Ha!
Shortly thereafter, Kat said, “I recognize some, but they’re all OK to donate. Thanks for asking!”
Passover has begun. You would call yourselves lucky to have such wonderful daughters.
And now, after having sent the original email several hours ago, Daughter C, who lives like right up those steps– and who trips over me (her mother) all the time replied, “Yes, please do not give those away just yet. I have books you can give away.”