Category: Datagraphic
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The Arrow Is Pointing Sideways
I was reading an article in my local rag, the Philadelphia Inquirer, when I came upon an article about the healthcare industry’s outsized role in the region’s job growth. The article led off with a staff illustration of medical-looking types on a graphic swirl background—nothing inherently wrong with that. The Inquirer would know best what…
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Gooood Morning, Bomb Iran?
As I ate breakfast this morning, I read through the Morning Briefing I receive from Bloomberg. These days, it provides a good update of what happened in Iran and the Middle East. Every once in a while I will flag one of their graphics to share here, but never decide to ultimately do it because…
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Still Irish
Last October Ancestry.com updated their ethnic origins breakdowns. Longtime readers will know these are not the most useful tools for helping one in their genealogical research. But, if they garner interest in one’s family history and motivate people to explore their own pasts, more power to them. I only encourage those people to dig a…
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Mission Accomplished
Last weekend the United States and Israel preemptively struck Iran and kicked off a regional war. As I type this Monday morning, the US–Israeli strike forced assassinated the ayatollah and numerous other senior Iranian officials—but this seems to have been anticipated to a degree and the regime quickly retaliated and has delegated roles and responsibilities.…
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Winter Is Still Here
Ah, a blizzard. Even if the worst of the storm that recently impacted Philadelphia struck mostly at night, it still left a picturesque mess for the morning. I, however, was struck by some of the maps of the snowfall totals and I figured that would be worth sharing today. What got me started on this…
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A Ruff Week
After last Friday’s post went live I headed home, because I received word that in the evening, we would be saying farewell to our family dog of 17 years, Sam. My sister adopted him after his first owners gave him up to a rescue shelter with injuries they could not afford to tend after he…
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Not the Momma
Well, we made it to the weekend once again. Sometimes—often if I’m being honest—I will sit and watch birds hop around on my balcony, chirping to each other for a minute or two before they fly off to destinations unknown. And in the back of my mind I am always thinking, that little guy is…


