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Mike's Nature trick explained

1. "I've just completed Mike's Nature trick of adding in the real temps to each series for the last 20 years (i. e. from 1981 onwards) and from 1961 for Keith's to hide the decline." - Phil Jones


Phil Jones has publicly gone on record indicating that he was using the term "trick" in the sense often used by people, as in "bag of tricks", or "a trick to solving this problem ...", or “trick of the trade”.

In referring to our 1998 Nature article, he was pointing out simply the following: our proxy record ended in 1980 (when the proxy data set we were using terminates) so, it didn't include the warming of the past two decades.

In our Nature-article we therefore also showed the post-1980 instrumental data that was then available through 1995, so that the reconstruction could be viewed in the context of recent instrumental temperatures. The separate curves for the reconstructed temperature series and for the instrumental data were clearly labeled.

The reference to "hide the decline" is referring to work that I am not directly associated with, but instead work by Keith Briffa and colleagues.

The “decline” refers to a well-known decline in the response of only a certain type of tree-ring data (high-latitude tree-ring density measurements collected by Briffa and colleagues) to temperatures after about 1960.

In their original article in Nature in 1998, Briffa and colleagues are very clear that the post-1960 data in their tree-ring dataset should not be used in reconstructing temperatures due to a problem known as the "divergence problem" where their tree-ring data decline in their response to warming temperatures after about 1960.

“Hide” was therefore a poor word choice, since the existence of this decline, and the reason not to use the post 1960 data because of it, was not only known, but was indeed the point emphasized in the original Briffa et al Nature article.

 

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Posted November 26, 2009
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Two

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Posted November 26, 2009
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Tooth for an Eye

 

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Posted November 26, 2009
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Known to boat

I have been known to boat
On the waters of oblivion,
Bucking for a buoyancy

I once knew as a scruff,
You and I rowing over
To the grassy bank to fuck.

You were then taking your orals
In English and I was already out
Working for a firm. Weekends

Were when we lived for then.
Now I’ve freelanced so long
I can no longer tell the days,

Except where a deadline, where money
Is involved. We didn’t stay involved.
You married for money but were soon

Back to your wilder ways, and I stayed
Single, lived in a condo, and then could
Afford an expensive loft. I live now in

A very expensive view
Where I can still see you
Still in the sway

Of our boat, in the sway of
The long grasses along the bank.
You took your ex to the cleaners,

I heard, leaving him only
With a very pressed pair
Of grass-stained trousers.

I can afford and am addicted to
Morphine now, chemically kissed,
And row that boat farther every day.

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Posted November 26, 2009
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Redemption

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Posted November 26, 2009
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Is that supposed to be a fucking joke?

Dear Simon,

Disregarding the fact that you have still not paid me for work I completed earlier this year despite several assertions that you would do so, I would be delighted to spend my free time creating logos and pie charts for you based on further vague promises of future possible payment. Please find attached pie chart as requested and let me know of any changes required.

Regards, David.
27bslash6

 

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Posted November 25, 2009
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Urban Bandit

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Posted November 25, 2009
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Gift

I took everything from my mother, her liquor, her ghosts,
her sweetness, her heavy lips, her breath of sorrow.
I took her waist and her spools, her ears and her thimble,
I took her green thumb, and the purple cosmos blossoms
that trembled under her kitchen window.
I took her feet and her loneliness, the cities
she lived in, the small towns, their friendless dusks,
her quilts and perfumes and fingers.
I took the sound of her dresses at midnight,
and the goat she kept as a child,
I took the crickets beneath the boards of her first houses
and her lovers; I got lost in their shadows.
I took her hatred of her father,
I ate from her dishes in rooms that smelled of the sea.
I took the war and the horses that pulled the cart
that carried her mother away.
I took the odor of crushed thyme and sweat,
I took a handkerchief embroidered by my great aunt
and the iron in her shoulders and the road signs
of old villages.
I took my mother’s maiden name and her fear of oceans,
I took her bravery and her strangeness,
I took a blessing from her and
the lullabies she whispered, drunk,
and my terror of that dark music.
I took my love for a woman
who walked through a broken doorway
with her eyes closed
following no one.

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Posted November 25, 2009
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Nerd Boyfriend

John Ford (Chained and Perfumed)

         

Nerd Boyfriend

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Posted November 25, 2009
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