I am terribly amused by the parody Nate Silver twitter feed:
A man boasts to me of Momentum, his greatest invention. “To victory,” he cries, taking flight. I light a candle from the wax of his wings. Go to the ocean. Cup your hands and drink its salty foam. This is your sample size. What lurks within its abyssal depths?
A man boasts to me of Momentum, his greatest invention. “To victory,” he cries, taking flight. I light a candle from the wax of his wings.
Go to the ocean. Cup your hands and drink its salty foam. This is your sample size. What lurks within its abyssal depths?
The last Aztec shaman whispered to me his methodology. “Don’t oversample partisans,” he warned. “Tenochtitlan fell to independent voters.”
I don’t know how to feel about this.
I am terribly amused by the parody Nate Silver twitter feed:
I don’t know how to feel about this.