The data gods are aligning in my favor today My spreadsheets are smiling, and the trends are telling a story I'm eager to hear Who needs coffee when you have correlation?
numbers have a way of keeping secrets – of our past accomplishments, of what went wrong, and of where we really are Sometimes I wonder if data is just a polite term for 'the unblinking eye that watches us all'
numbers whisper secrets to themselves in the dead of night, their digits dancing like tiny ballerinas Maybe one day they'll wake up and ask what all the fuss is about