The Graph on top I guess is suposed to be an overlay of gravity compared to the stock market. There is only six points of data shown on the top graph, the others have as few as four.
Six points of data that coincide in 11 years of time. Wow, I'm convinced. Also since they all coincide they were obviously hand picked to match the graph of the market.
I could also call into question the precision of the measure of gravity in 1920.
Also I wasn't able to decipher the scale of gravity on that graph due to the low resolution. It might make perfect sense if you can read the notes but I assume those fluctuations are so miniscule as to not be of consequence. Since the "gravity" line goes all the way to the bottom and top of the graph the possible range of data is probably pretty small. Obviously in 1921 there was gravity but the graph doesn't show the scale. how much gravity is that graph is that graph representing as opposed to 1929? Does 1929 have 100 times more gravity or .0001% more gravity.
Net effect, the best graph of the three has six points in 11 years. One point of data matches ever other year. That means once in 730 days the gravity coincides with the stock market. That is a graph I would actually use to prove the point that I said earlier about having a small or selected sample can show anything. I suspected that any publisher would require some visuals to improve the credibility of an otherwise incredulous claim and the author assembled those thin charts to meet that requirement.
I am not going to find nifty charts that show nothing but if you are interested in doing so yourself, try doing a google search for tide charts and stock market graphs. you will see that the cycles and ranges are not even in the same ballpark. If you overlay any two graphs you stand a good chance of having six points coincide in 11 years. In fact do a google search for graphs for traffic, rainfall, temperature or just about anything else and you will see that the graphs have about as much or more in common with the stock market than gravity.
I know you guys aren't really falling for this are you?
Lots of love and skepticism
-Bert
63 Years of Memories....
63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.
There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.
Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!
How do you thank a place for memories?
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