Thursday, March 7, 2013

In Which I Am Happy

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.

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