If you make soup, tasting it is a way of taking a sample of its flavor. If you don't stir first you might taste only the last seasoning you added and get the flavor wrong.
Jaana M Goodrich (1955 - )
If you make soup, tasting it is a way of taking a sample of its flavor. If you don't stir first you might taste only the last seasoning you added and get the flavor wrong.
Jaana M Goodrich (1955 - )
Lyrics © 2016 Lawrence M. Lesser
may sing to the tune of the Beatles' "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds"
Picture statistics in the newspaper
With context all missing or half summarized;
Somebody chose just who would be surveyed
And the order the items arise.
Stats are each chosen and given a setting, polished and cut for a view:
Look for the angle that reaches your eyes when they're done.
CHORUS: This is how stats are like diamonds,
This is how stats are like diamonds,
This is how stats are like diamonds, ahhh……
Follow the chain of a long calculation
For students who view stats as math mechanized.
But when you tell them "all stats are constructed",
Their eyebrows will rise up so high!
Newspaper numbers appear on page 4, labelled and grouped for display:
Like a nice gem, this story now sparkled, unlike rocks. (Repeat Chorus)
Picture a stat with no error or bias,
Without a confounder that's lurking disguised.
Take care that you see how that stat is presented:
Most jewels have a flaw to apprise. (Repeat Chorus twice)
Q: What type of survey can give accurate results even though the subject cannot speak or write a response?
A: A land survey!
Larry Lesser & Dennis Pearl
Q: Why did someone think the first scientific opinion poll was done by a knight?
A: Because he heard it was a SIR-vey, by George!
Larry Lesser
from Greek, psēphos for pebble and vote
by Eveline Pye
I have hands the size of Scotland;
my fingers reach through dense cloud
scoop up bundles of balloon-words
from a thousand interviews.
I mould answers into mountains,
calculate contours
as public opinion surges and slips,
moves like a wave through days.
I am a conduit for the crowd’s roar
in a vast virtual amphitheatre;
voters, drowned in data, becalmed
in a fog of facts, listen as I speak.
Do I affect what I only seek to measure:
the observer-effect multiplied
on a million screens? I cast a pebble:
a Marbled White unfurls its wings.
Lyrics copyright by Dennis Pearl and Lawrence Lesser
may sing to the tune of “Old Time Rock and Roll” (Bob Seger)
Just take those clippings off the shelf
I’ll sit and read ‘em by myself
Today’s surveys ain’t got the same soul
I like that old time random poll
Don’t try to show me a weighting scheme
Without evidence to back it up
In ten minutes it’s gonna blow up
I like that old time random poll
Still like that old time random poll
Error margins under my control
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time random poll
Don’t wanna hear ‘em play a robo call
I’d rather hear a voice that’s got a soul
There's only one way to get me on board
Start with an old time random poll
We got response rates that are almost nil
with old-fashioned bias that that’ll instill
Today’s samples ain’t got the same soul
I like that old time random poll
Still like that old time random poll
That live voice just soothes the soul
Robo calls leave me feeling cold
I want that old time random poll
Still like that old time random poll
Error margins under my control
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time random poll
Still like that old time random poll
That live voice just soothes the soul
Robo calls leave me feeling cold
I want that old time random poll
Hey, Still like that old time random poll
Error margins under my control
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time random poll
Still like that old time random poll