Saturday, August 25, 2012

A possible future?



As everybody knows statistics began in the 70s when George Best wanted to count-up how many ladies he'd courted. But it has been argued that it may predate this when the crew of Star Trek went back in time to add up the number of Velosaraptors.

Regardless, no-one can argue that statistics in now one of the most popular and fashionable persuits known to man. Ever. Teenagers, looking meloncholic and apathetic, mumble sarcasticly to their parent about Normal distributions and Chi square tests. Kids sit at the back of class scratching famous names in to their desks, like Poisson and Guass, or at the back of buses playing stats quizzes on their iphones. The stats word is well and truely on the street.

Celebrities are clammering over themselves to be seen with the latest statistics text book under their arm or be spotted collecting medical or household data. Statisticians get all the girls. When Angelina Jolie dumped Brad Pitt for Dave the statistician we all knew it was just a matter of time. No longer do school kids aspire to be film stars or singers but famous statistician. Gold digger page three girls hope to land a statistician and lead a life of leasure. The TV show Stat Factor is officially the most watched program with, on average, everyone in the world watching every episode. At least once.

The recent film Statman, grossed the most of any film of all time and still has queues circling the block weeks after premiering. The 3-D version broke new ground in excitement and amazement.

Top Shop conitnues to bring out new designs in its Thats So Random range. Including I'm into Random Deviation or I'm a data, wanna date?

Well, I say enough! Yes, its cool to be into statistics and yes statisticians are better looking than the average people but I hark back to a different time, a more innocent time, when people cared more about anecdote and superstition. A time before the National Lottery came to end, when people really thought it could be them. A time when people thought of themselves as arty types and so never even ventured in to the cold heartless world of science. I dream back to the salad days when people would simply fold their arms and refuse to be

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