Economics is more pretty charts than numbers

The Spin teacher yells out the instructions for the next song:
"The first row will sprint for 20 seconds, and then they'll rest for 20 seconds, and then the second row will sprint for 20 seconds and rest for 20. And then we'll go again. So each group does 20 seconds of sprint, 40 seconds of rest."
"60 seconds." I yell.
"What?" He sdreams back over the music.
"60 seconds rest. 20 plus 20 plus 20 is 60," I bellow.
He nods in understanding although he hasn't heard a word i said. Headbanging music pounds our eardrums.
"Okay," he instructs. "Start in three seconds... two, three, one GO!"
"What does this guy do in his day job?" i ask Ashley later.
"Oh," she says, "He's an economist."

the bitter truth

I haven't mentioned anything about the weather for a while now, but I have to say, I'm about the only one to have shown such forbearance. See, it was warm here for the beginning of the winter, but now it got cold. And not just cold, "bitter cold". Circumstances have prevented me from attending to the television at all over the past week (except for Heroes, of course!) but Leah tells me that the tv news made a great deal of the cold weather, up to and including broadcasting a live report in front of one of those big bank signs that shows the temperature alternating with the time. Well, how else are they going to show cold on video?! I did happen to glance at the newspaper one or two mornings, and they also gave the cold "snap" prominent coverage.

Sure, it's colder than it was before. But really, if 20°F is "bitterly cold" then what do you call 5°? Oh sure, there's a little breeze, which allows the excitable news personalities to bring up the wind-chill too, but even then the wind-chill adjusted temperature is still above 0°. You know, that's a warm winter's day in Mongolia! Last time we looked it was the heat, and now this. Weather is fascinating to more than just me, clearly; though my fascination generally manages to involve significantly less panic.