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A little reflection prompted by I use the news as an excuse to update the blog ...
In the news summary says: "29 people have died in road accidents during the weekend, of which 14 were under 30 years (which is no longer explains how many of those under the 3rd years were drivers the vehicle and how many were mere passengers). " Although data are lacking, we can say that the wording of the news is meaningful only if it is to say which is worse or more severe the death of "under 30" than "over 30".
To better information through the newspaper that says "25 killed in 23 traffic accidents during the weekend (we must assume that either the closure of the issue were missing 2 or 3 accidents to account, or 4 persons subsequently died as a result of injuries).

If each of the accidents there was at least one death, let's say it was either the driver or passenger (who are most likely to die in collision), and a small number of cases both or none (since there will be some cases in which Both are saved and the dead is one of the passengers in the rear), and some cases all.
If we consider that those under 30 years should be about 50% of those who lead, or even a little more, since in the group older than 30 there are many women who do not drive, and above the 60-taking into account the average life expectancy "should not have many drivers, the conclusion is that 14 Strip killed in less than 30 (of which one was not the driver but the passenger in a vehicle driven by another, younger or older than 30 years), is roughly half of the victims, which corresponds with half the number of drivers.
In conclusion, the dead in road accidents are more or less the same regardless of the age group they belong to, especially if we consider that the most likely in cars where the driver was under 30, more people travel in the other (a group of friends to come out for drinks and travel together, which will kill all its inhabitants and the majority also , or in spite of the driver, who is at fault), while over 30 are more likely to travel alone or with one person pr, which would tip the proposed statistic for young people and would say that in fact, are injured less ... but not to incur another fallacy number, consider that the group of children under 30 is limited below by those over 18, because before that age can not have a drivers license ...
Go as one for the other, and say that group of drivers 18-30 (young) is roughly equivalent in number of 30-65 (not young). But maybe, to be statistically balanced, we should disaggregate the group of "young people not in 2 or 3 segments and examine whether the differences are significant or not ...

The traffic accidents is unimportant (for the argument, of course it is very serious people to die anyway!), Only meant to illustrate how using statistical figures is very easy to manipulate people's perception.
As I said long ago, reviewing a book by the mathematician John Paulos, in mathematical terms but that "only 50%" is the same as "nothing less than the 50%", the psychological perception is not the same (remember the glass half full or half empty). So I invite you to read or hear news and statistics to critically review your findings in this regard. Let's hunt statistical fallacies!

Basics Of Distillation

Soledad, reciprocity and Wind

"There's nothing rarer than a single comeiendo Ant. Alone, not by choice. Sola for not having one."

I thought years ago while deborava small animals of another species, at that time occurred by chance. Ant was red and there was timidly [...] still blackened

When eating alone, listen to the rustle of her own teeth each, which when not lubricated squeak to kill. Ant always ends with the beautiful post-nasal (noisly Called mustache) covered with flour when you eat is bread Pyrenees, since saturated ground wheat in their bark. The stupid, Black always looks ahead and finds a pristine white wall, irregular texture that when the owner does not see it spits truth. They know everything [...]. When you eat one does not talk, just listen. And do not listen because he has to whom. Escuha it all and does not speak. Much talk and not listen to penalties.

Then she , La Hormiga, remembers a former colleague of yours adjective: Reciprocal , often bastard. Sure, he will always hesitating streets and roads. I know I never do anything because it is always accompanied. [...] Feel protected

La Hormiga always think, "I, because I'm not lift span Ant and soil, but it was gonna find out that son of a bitch. Is a vacilón. Well, to say nothing of his friend, the noun. That if you are foolish, the bastard. He calls reciprocity, and see you. Where to go with that name [...]".

Y La Hormiga spins, and think: "Do not go where the noun woman named hermaphrodite." Sometimes the bug exclaims: "I do not care what the vacilón your friend Alike!". But as the time passes, the food is consumed and no one there to La Hormiga. No one aside, let alone the other. Absolutely nobody. Only the Sole, its neighbor. Soledad is called, but called Sole. Less depression, is the idea that it is their neighbor and so is more bearable.

By the way, has spent time and The Ant warns that have the guts half full, empty plate and empty the refrigerator, Deserted and headed by an imaginary line that acts as a political border. And physics. Emotional and affection.

But you would not believe, tomorrow everything will be the same: The stupid, will feel the snap of his teeth scolding each other (even they Repdrocidad). Again see the shadow that causes the bulk of the wall when the window bearing the three rays of sun that deign to visit. The bread in the Pyrenees will spray your mustache with ground wheat. And every day they will realize all this. Because his neighbor Sole each day so he is remembered.

The Ant every day realize that all these little things, all the ants and other insects are true, but that is not fixed if you have a neighbor that is called Sole . And indeed the Sole is good aunt. The hijaputa is wise. If you learn to remove loads of it. [...]

But everything is back. Ant out of the hideout and goes by the vereas. You go up the arms and legs, fingers and hands, eyelids and lips and there, between those lips, where you breathe. And I'm Ant, much smaller than you, you're Wind take me by [...] seas and mountains where there is empty and you do not breathe.

Hoto Come Of Diazipam

vomiting, fever and

I could never even think that the render that kept me alive so long wound me so much and so slowly.

disgusts me your every gesture of contempt and I will be a gap which oxidizes and creates crostra that never heals. Never. And on top of ant'm still in your nest for the utopian belief damn, when you should walk a thousand miles of this redoubt. But where am I going? I have no place.

For

believe in respect and not to run, to run it and not charge him. Welcome. As a black bug without direction or prescribed cadence. Being a bitch ant shit and not have bug company less than three forests around. Because I found in that ppg, have wanted to show the depths of the video, having smelled Monterrubio, because in 36 hours not enough time for more. Having lived so long and now have to smell both dead.

For all this I feel disgust that fills me and I drown in the shit that surrounds us. To you and me.

Ant I became, you know, and you're bigger. Neither I nor I can or I will, no damage. For a lot of shit I will always want to eat vomit and reconsider, because I will not but believe in the impossible. And this is it. But nothing is, therefore, believe in it.

seek not just a friendly greeting between an ant and a wild animal either. Not anymore. Just look for your honesty, for pride only creates obstruction and nothing else. Pride is not until it bursts into a single and then [...]¿ that ?[...] not deserve.

I suffer the evil of masochism and the same hatred generate me turn it into love later vomiting and I have to swallow.

remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and fingers. animal I hope to never be your kind and have you, however, as a reference in what. remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and legs. But I hope and desire, never to be me tingling actor.