Odds hin, odds her

What were the odds this month that you came here and found a new blog post? Probably a bit higher than this:

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[Upon finding these i felt guilty, excited and fascinated all. at. once.] Finding a new jule-post... may have come close to the likelihood of Mexico appearing in this graph. You spot it?

Nope, me neither. is.na(MX)==TRUE. In fact, it's graphs like these that eat my time lately. But, yes, they feed me, too. I like them graphs. Inspired by my daily bike route to the office (don't tell my boss):

What are the odds that i am with Su before the 18th?  I fear no leftovers.


What are your odds to get a black eye? Well, that is quite a likely one: while riding downhill dismount your bike in looping-style across the handlebars and chances are

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[The big piece of chocolate cake served for consolation was much darker though.]

To increase your chances for spotting a deep red sunset, take a paternoster ride to the 4th floor and sit next to me. Chances are i am watching out the window, eyes pointing opposite the articles and chapters i have come to read. Hold your breath















And what about spring? Let me tell you, it's coming, yes, on its way. I can smell it in the mornings, upon leaving the house. And i am not the only one sure about that. Essex+sun=LOVE.















P(i marvel at the new life that is unfolding on my window sill)=1.

 

enjoy this spring[, and please be back soon]