An unsophisticated forecaster uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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He uses statistics like a drunk uses lamp-posts, more for support than illumination.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support rather than for illumination.
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Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination.
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Statistics are like a drunk with a lampost: used more for support than illumination.
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I notice increasing reluctance on the part of marketing executives to use judgment; they are coming to rely too much on research, and they use it as a drunkard uses a lamp post for support, rather than for illumination.
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So what are you doing with your life now?
She says
She stares blankly on the wall
She is busy
Counting the lamp posts on the streets
She is so busy
She thinks God is preparing something
Grand for her and she is so busy
Too preparing something for God
Who prepares for her.
I am amazed
I ask her
“So, did you stare long enough on that blank wall
Was it really blank? Did you really stare?
What made the wall so blank? Is the stare really
Worth making on a blank wall?
And how many lamp posts have you counted?
Is the street filled with lamp posts?
How is God? When will the preparation last?
How are you doing with God? Is God busy too? ”
She is a little bit understanding to my way of thinking.
“There you are making a poem again. You have never changed.”
She said.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be able to analyze statistics, which can be used to support or undercut almost any argument.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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I've come loaded with statistics, for I've noticed that a man can't prove anything without statistics.
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The statistics of life out there and the statistics of intelligent beings and advanced civilization is a certainty, the way I look at it. that It has not been accepted, because we've been in an anthropocentric era.
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Paghubad Sa Balak Ni Candice #3
Duality
A gloomy wintry night
Standing between two lamp posts
My pair of shadows
Four wheel drive
Wala na sa Mindanao
Nagtindog sa tunga sa meralco
Ang gunting niyang anino
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There has been this - and it's reflected in the broadcasts - this moronic use of statistics. Which has suggested to everyone who is intelligent the use of statistics is moronic.
quote by Michael Lewis
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First Things to Hand
In the skull kept on the desk.
In the spider-pod in the dust.
Or nowhere. In milkmaids, in loaves,
Or nowhere. And if Socrates leaves
His house in the morning,
When he returns in the evening
He will find Socrates waiting
On the doorstep. Buddha the stick
You use to clear the path,
And Buddha the dog-doo you flick
Away with it, nowhere or in each
Several thing you touch:
The dollar bill, the button
That works the television.
Even in the joke, the three
Words American men say
After making love. Where's
The remote? In the tears
In things, proximate, intimate.
In the wired stem with root
And leaf nowhere of this lamp:
Brass base, aura of illumination,
Enlightenment, shade of grief.
Odor of the lamp, brazen.
The mind waiting in the mind
As in the first thing to hand.
poem by Robert Pinsky
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A Lamp In Us!
The small lamp commenced to burn,
When two bodies united as one,
From the day one until the day yet to know,
The lamp burns slowly in the spirit of ions.
Keeping the lamp safe from rough climes,
Protecting the yarn from the heavy dye,
Nourishing the lamp with fuels approved,
The lamp may burn quietly as expected.
we let it burn with bigger flame,
By adding steroidal fuels and nocturnal fun,
we let the motor to run in higher speed,
by pressing the temptation to accelerate.
The lamp may start to play snake and ladder,
By climbing up and down at the dice of illnesses,
Sometimes gets overheated to jam up the motor,
Hold your lamp lovingly for it to glow pleasantly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Forecaster of rains
Valets of water season
Leaping frogs again.
haiku by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Lava Lamp
In the half light of the evening
I could almost see you glow, I can tell by the way you're moving,
Time may be right to let you know,
you've got a many coloured halo, the body of venus
a babe rainbow and if I come on any closer, I might fall into your silhouette
but the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, lava lava lava lamp
indigo, violet and blue, can we meet where the edge is blur cause I am comin' atcha, like a bug eye heading for the burn
the truth is I can't stay away, no I wanna let you light my volcano
and maybe it's just my imagination, but you never know
because the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
so let it, so let it, so let it ...
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
song performed by by Duran Duran
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To (H) ATOR
She kisses inspiration with the scent of living lotus;
raining resurrection on this body’s light of mind.
Her eyes’ imagination dreams a dance of desert day gods;
orbiting oasis in a triumph tone of one.
She speaks initiation with a word of no beginning;
talking of the Tora in an aur ‘a mouth to ear.
Her heart’s illumination lights a lamp of liberation;
asking ‘nihilation for each lick of elixir.
1995
poem by Randy Resh
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A child's world
Would you like to go a trip with me?
To a Wonderful Joy Land
Where Smiles and Laughter fill the air
Come let me take your hand
There'll be sugar coated Mountains
River of Lemonade
Clouds of Cotton Candy
Lollipops Trees for shade
Chocolate covered side Walls
Marshmallow Lanes
With lovely lighted Lamp Posts
Made of Candy Cans
poem by Pratiksha Jain
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A new road map to North in Sri Lanka
Borrow a pencil from the West and start to draw the map.
The road was almost dark for the last thirty years,
Firstly, it's ideal to draw lamp posts and give them proper food and shelter.
Be friends!
And give them hands.
Sing the fading song loudly
We are brothers & sisters until we sleep together in the common graveyard Earth.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tell Tale Of The Storms
All of a sudden as a faraway witch-like relative,
You bring damages to the entire atmosphere.
Politicians really scared of mud slides
And they kept locked and stay indoors quietly nowadays.
But the poor folk wander here and there along the streets.
Be careful, let the rain wash your sins
And grab the oblique lamp posts tightly
Because the gossamer life could have blown away.
* Please do not tell secrets to the wind as she might spread all over.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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