i looked at my blog today after a while, and realized it's been languishing a bit.
but then i looked at the post history, and realized i've done 25 posts in these 8 months of 2013, while i did 33 in all of 2012... which actually sounds like i've posted above last year's average.
not wanting to things in half measures, i quickly calculated the quarter-on-quarter totals, and concluded that i'm actually at the exact same post rate as i was last year - what happened was that my posting tapered off dramatically, back then.
which reminds me of a conversation i had yesterday, on twitter:
@rohanbabu: In India, every year 1.2 mn new cases of cancer gets detected.
@vodkaholic: That's a huge number. :(
@krist0ph3r: 1.2m in a country of 1.3b = 0.1%. 1.4% of population dies annually. with 100% mortality, cancer accounts for just 7%!
@krist0ph3r: numbers are all my guesstimates + back of the envelope calculations. but i think 7% is a close enough ballpark.
@vodkaholic: My comment has nothing to do with statistics. Cancer is not a fun way to die.
@krist0ph3r: would you prefer malnutrition? tuberculosis? a heart attack? i think a 93% chance of not dying of cancer is decent :)
@vodkaholic: Never mind.
@krist0ph3r: thoughts: philosophically, it doesn't matter how you die. scientifically, dying of unpreventable diseases is a sign of progress.
ps: i meant "incurable", not "unpreventable" in the last tweet, but you get my gist.
it's true. numbers don't lie... but their interpretation can :)
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