Sometimes I sit in class and take notes on basic threats to internal validity in psychological testing and their solutions and only think about beauty because how am I supposed to think of anything else when the sun is just on the other side of this cinderblock?
(Sunlight always births run-on sentences.)
Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.
- A. A. Milne
Extremes almost always, in terms of probability, regress to the mean. Weeds are flowers, flowers are weeds, and both are beautiful. People think beauty is an outlier, but I think it's the mean.
I'm humming some song by Vampire Weekend and the girl in zipped-up boots with decorative laces sitting next to me is trying to ignore me and I should be stressing about inferential statistics but it's Winds-day and I'm going to go home and drink honey in my tea.