A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Bayesiana, every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking her neck. It isn’t easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it’s so dangerous? We stay because we’ve got something to protect. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: precision!
Who, day and night, must scramble for tenure Do his calculations, write a dozen papers, And who has the right of the lowest-level science To have the final word of all?
Zack_M_Davis comments on Open Thread: November 2009