In the year 2017

Have you entered the Change Contest yet?

An update on eMusic: I have been trying it out. The trial period is 30 days, and you get 50 free downloads. So far I’ve downloaded Paul McCartney’s new album and a few other random tracks. The sound quality is pretty decent, although I’d prefer if they ditched MP3 in favor of Ogg Vorbis, for ideological reasons, y’understand. (Not only that, but the sound quality could be better, and they wouldn’t have to pay licensing fees, so they could pass the savings on to their users.) I’ve also created an account at Last.fm; I figure it’ll be a good way to discover new artists. I listen to too much dumb stuff. Hopefully these sites will fix that.

You should try Asking Jordon once in a while. It’s fun! See, my friend Justin likes it.

Justin: Is the answer to this question “no”?

Mu.

Justin: Should I be up this late at night?

This question was sent at… 4:09 A.M.? No, you should not be up that late, young man. Go to bed this instant.

Justin: I have one more. If you could describe the modern age in one word, what would it be and why?

Wow. This is an interesting one. Throughout the 20th century, we’ve developed such a capacity to do good by advancing technology and changing our attitudes toward one another. We have the capacity, but we haven’t put it into place. People are succumbing to horrible diseases and being massacred, and we haven’t done nearly enough to stop it. I would say: unfulfilled.

I’ve previously noted that the contiguous 48 states will not see a total solar eclipse until Monday, August 21, 2017. According to predictions, the eclipse will be greatest at 37°N, 87.7°W, near Bainbridge, Christian County, Kentucky. I’m all for booking a room in a hotel close to this point to ensure that I’ll see the eclipse at its fullest. I’m also all for booking it 10 years in advance. Who’s with me?

Find out how to memorize anything. I’ll have to see if it works.

Over the past few centuries, it was common to make a mask of someone’s face when they died. Other people had masks made while they were still alive. In either case, these are often the best likenesses we have of historical figures. Here’s a collection of life and death masks.

Change Contest

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been keeping change in a plastic container in my room, hoping that someday, I’d have enough to exchange it for real money. Now, the jar is almost full, and since I’m about to go to college, I need the cash more than ever. Before I exchange my hoard of coins for paper money, I want to make things fun. So here’s a contest for you all:

The challenge: Guess how much money, in US dollars, is in the jar pictured above.

The prize: The person with the closest guess gets to write a post here at The World of Stuff.

The deadline: You have until Saturday, August 11, 2007, 23:59 UTC-5 (World of Stuff time), to post a comment on this entry with your guess. After that, I will count the change and determine the winner.

Rules and stuff:

• Limit one guess per person, please.
• You must include a valid e-mail address with your comment. Guesses provided without an e-mail address will be deleted. No exceptions.
• If there are any non-US coins in there, they won’t be counted.
• My relatives are not eligible. Sorry, but that’s standard procedure.
• In the event of a tie, everyone who ties will get to write a post.

Extra information: The jar weighs about 8 lbs. It’s heavy.

Post your guesses here. Good luck!

Emu [sic]

DRM is bad. The term DRM (digital rights management) refers to access control and copy protection technologies that make it difficult or impossible to make legal copies of digital media. Of course, it’s legal (in the US) for you to make copies of music or movies that you own for your personal use; that means it’s perfectly fine to convert your LPs to MP3s and put them onto CDs (or MP3 players). DRM gets in the way. Most of the songs that you download from online music stores like iTunes have DRM technology that prevents you from making legal copies of the music you’ve bought, a right to which you are legally entitled.

Enter eMusic, the #2 online music retailer. eMusic sells high-quality MP3s without DRM. Of course, the major labels don’t like it, but in spite of that, the site has thrived, selling music from independent labels. And just because it’s not on one of the Big Four record labels doesn’t mean that you won’t like it. Some of your favorite artists might have albums on eMusic, and the genres are in no way limited to what you’d consider “indie music.” I don’t know how I got into all of this, but it probably happened the other day when I suddenly decided not to like such dumb music and maybe discover other things.

I asked my friend Luke if he knew anything about eMusic, and it turns out he’s a subscriber who can’t get enough of their selection of jam bands. There’s something for everyone. So I’m ready to sign up for the free trial, and therein lies the rub. You need a credit or debit card to sign up so they know what to charge if you don’t cancel before the free trial ends. Since certain people aren’t being cooperative, all I have to go by is my debit card that I don’t have yet for my new bank account that has no money in it. So it looks like I’m going to have to wait, but I hope it’ll be worth it.

I was browsing through some old photos when I found these photos of gas station signs, taken around Pompano Beach, Florida, on Sunday, May 4, 2003. Check out those prices.

Only four years later, prices have broken $3. Another great reason not to have a car.

I got an e-mail the other day from the creator of a new site called We101, which indexes blogs by city (USA only). I decided to add my site to the listing, and I encourage others to do the same. (Most major cities in the US are listed; mine wasn’t, so I chose the city closest to me.) There aren’t many sites there yet, but it could quickly grow into something useful.

Old Vinyl is a blog that features MP3s and cover art from hopefully out-of-print LPs. There’s probably nothing you’d want, but they’re interesting to look through.

I don’t have a category called “Books”

On Friday night (Saturday morning), my sister and I got Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows the instant it came out. Getting the book at midnight was easier than I thought it would be. We had already bought a voucher, so when midnight rolled around, my sister and I went to Books-A-Million to pick up our copy. Looking in the window, we saw that there weren’t many people there. Once we got inside, we could see that there was a small crowd at the front of the store. Then we saw the line. It went along the side wall. It went along the back wall. It went along the other side wall. That’s where we got in line. But just as we entered, it was 12:01 A.M., a choice of time no doubt born of the confusion as to whether the day starts at 00:00 or 00:01. Since all people were doing was exchanging pre-purchased vouchers for books, the line moved quickly, and within 10 minutes, we had our copy.

I finished reading the book today. I must say, it’s pretty good. I won’t post any spoilers here, but I’d say that the series ended on a satisfying note. Loose ends were tied; old questions were answered; new questions were raised and then answered. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you can tell that I’m pretty sucky at reviewing books and movies, even when I feel free to give important plot details. That said, I really don’t have much else to say about the book itself. If you want to read the book without paying for it, spoil everything for your friends, or simply recap the story, here’s a lengthy, sarcastic summary of the entire book that I’d say is worth a good laugh. For instance, Yaxley talks like a lolcat. (Of course, it contains pretty much every spoiler, so reader beware.)

Once I finished the book, I came out of Harry Potter emergency anti-spoiler mode (that is, I started communicating with other people again). I found that, in a week’s time, my friends didn’t try to spoil the book for me at all. Maybe I overreacted, but since they had pretended to spoil it for me before, I figured it was worth it. I’d still say it was, although I should probably have my paranoia checked out. I was half-expecting Luke and Brian to show up at my window shouting out spoilers. Looks like I’m the crazy one. I could still go for some butterbeer, though.

Sorted Books: Stacking books so that their titles form interesting phrases.

Wikipedia has a list of snowclones. What’s a snowclone? Look at the list and you’ll get the idea.

Hey everyone, I am excited about reading a book

The long-anticipated final book in the Harry Potter series will be released Saturday morning at 00:01. I’ve long been a fan — since shortly after the first books came out, I guess. I remember in second or third grade, some lady was showing my class this book called Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and saying that it was a big hit in England and that it would be coming out in the US soon. Little did anyone know that Harry Potter would still be so popular ten years later. I’m eager to read each new book as it comes out, and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is no exception. I think I’ll go with my sister and her friend on Friday night to get the book the moment it comes out. I won’t be able to read it then, though, because my sister has called first dibs on the book, and she plans to read the umpteen-hundred-page tome through without stopping for sleep. I’m a pretty slow reader (compared to her), and I have to take breaks, so I’ll need considerably longer time: a few days.

After an incident that my friends Luke and Brian instigated a few months ago, I decided that, upon release of the book, I would try to avoid contact with any source that could spoil the book for me until I’d reach the last page myself. What had happened was that Luke and Brian kept tormenting me with what they claimed was a major spoiler. Since this was months ago, they couldn’t have really known, but now they can… and do. On Tuesday, I learned from a number of sources that the entire book had been leaked onto the Internet, and that Luke had learned the spoilers. Needless to say, I haven’t talked to him since then. I’ve been on high alert, putting away my cell phone, not checking my e-mail, and blocking my access to any web site that might give away the ending. Luke, you know it’s hard for me to sound polite when I’m trying to avoid you, but it’s not like I don’t trust you in particular. I don’t trust the world. I don’t trust Wikipedia. Did you notice there were no Wikipedia links in the last paragraph? It’s hard not to go to Wikipedia. I couldn’t even look up how many pages the book was, so I went with “umpteen-hundred.”

I don’t mean to portray Luke and Brian as rabble-rousing troublemakers whose goal is simply to spoil plot details for others. Although they can rouse the occasional rabble, they arguably have a moral and ethical basis for what they’re doing. Apparently, two years ago, a store in Canada accidentally sold a few copies of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince a few days before it was supposed to be released. The publisher got a court order saying that the people who had bought the book early couldn’t read it or divulge any plot details until the official release date. Some people, among them Free Software Foundation founder Richard Stallman, said that this was illegal and called for a boycott of the Harry Potter books. (If any of the preceding details are wrong, it’s because I’m writing this by memory as I’m afraid to Google anything related to Harry Potter right now.)

Am I going overboard with the whole thing? Maybe. But I really, really don’t want to know what happens in the last book until I read it myself. All I want to do is let the book have its full effect on my emotions, as the author intended, and maybe enjoy a glass of butterbeer. I don’t think that’s unreasonable to ask. This will all seem pretty silly in retrospective, but I wouldn’t have to resort to this silliness if there weren’t such a threat. In fact, I’m even a little afraid to go to the bookstore tomorrow night because I don’t want someone to open their copy of the book to the last few pages and shout out what happens. Okay everyone, I am paranoid. Go ahead and laugh. Oh, wait, you can’t — I turned off the comments.

Here’s some art that looks like a pile of junk… that, is, until you shine a light on it at the proper angle.

A few weeks ago, some toll-free number wouldn’t stop calling the main landline in our house. Finally, after looking at the caller ID and searching for the number with Google, I found that the number had an entry at 800notes. The entry had comments from other people who had been called by the number and their experiences trying not to be called by the company on the other end. The next time you get a telemarketer calling, submit the number to this site; maybe someone else will find your information useful.

Bag peace

My birthday was nice. As I mentioned, my twin sister and I did different things this year — a first. While she took her friends for fondue at The Melting Pot, I met with my friends at Roadhouse Grill. Of the twelve people I invited, five said that they would probably be able to go, and of those, three showed up. The other two had good excuses, though, but I was more upset about the people who either said they wouldn’t be able to go or those who didn’t respond to my invitation at all. I understand it’s inconvenient to have a birthday party in the summer, though, so the next time I’m born I’ll make sure it’s some other time of year.

Justin, Mark, and Andrew showed up, and that seemed to be about the right number of people to have a nice dinner conversation at a restaurant. (At previous birthday dinner outings, it was impossible to talk to everyone at the table, which kind of defeated the purpose of inviting everyone.) It was really nice, and nobody sang “Happy Birthday” to me, which was fine with me. When we were done with dinner, Mark got picked up, and Andrew, Justin, and I went back to my house for a little while and hung out. Then it got to be late, and they went home. It might not have been enough for some people, but it was enough for me to enjoy my birthday, and that’s all that counts. Aww. Saturday night was the family party, when we had relatives over for dinner (and cake).

Yesterday, I finally got a bag for my new laptop. The decision was a tough one. I went into Office Depot thinking that I should get a laptop bag with a handle and pockets so it would basically be like a miniature briefcase. Then my dad brought up the point that I’d probably often be carrying around both that and a backpack, and that would probably make traveling by bike difficult. Then I took note of the combination backpack/laptop bags, but those were pretty small, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to fit all my stuff in them. There’s nothing wrong with my old backpack; it’s not falling apart, even after five years, and it has a lot more capacity than any backpack/laptop bag I saw. So ultimately I settled on a small, soft bag that’s just big enough for my laptop and a few small accessories. It’ll fit into my backpack (at least, I hope it will) so I can carry my books and my computer around with me wherever I go.

Actually, I just tried to fit the case into my backpack and it needed a little coaxing. Now I’m a little worried. I’m thinking about putting the laptop in its bag and then putting the bag in the backpack, but I can’t do that right now since, well, I’m using the laptop. What if it doesn’t fit? Should I have just gotten a new backpack with a special pocket for my laptop? I guess I can always get a refund. Well, I’m not sure if I can now since I took the tags off the bag. I worry about things a lot, if you couldn’t already tell. I guess I shouldn’t, but having a computer is important in college, and so is being able to carry around your books and stuff. I think I’ll try not to worry about it. Because if I can’t refund it, it was only $20 anyway.

Ah, software licensing. Here are some details about Microsoft’s licensing mess.

I’m glad I don’t work or make expensive purchases at Circuit City: 27 Confessions of a Former Circuit City Worker.

18

So, today I am 18. I am an adult (not a dolt). I don’t feel 18 — I still feel about 16 — but from now on, things will be different. Here are some things I can now do:

• Sign a contract
• File a lawsuit
• Vote
• 24-year-olds
• Smoke
• Get drafted! All right!

So, basically, I can do everything a normal person can do except decide what sort of beverages I want to drink. And how am I going to celebrate? I’m going out to a restaurant with a few friends tonight, so that should be nice. I should mention that today is also my twin sister’s birthday, and she’s going out with her friends for dessert at a different restaurant. I think this is the first time we’ve had separate events for our birthday. I would have had more friends with me, but a lot of them are away, or they have to work. That’s the thing about having a birthday in the summer. Everyone’s always doing something else. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll still enjoy my birthday.

Here’s a backwards music video. They must have done the lipsynching backwards so it would be forwards with the film reversed. “A” for effort.

Check out some interesting islands and lakes.

Midnight movies

Last night I went to a midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I’d never been to the movies at midnight, but surprisingly, I wasn’t tired. I didn’t even get hungry. The movie was really good. I think I can safely reveal some key plot points because everybody who wants to see the movie has already read the book on which it was based. That being said, I think the movie was pretty fast-paced, which made it seem shorter than its 2 hours and 18 minutes. They could have take then the opportunity to flesh out certain key elements such as, say, the Order of the Phoenix. They didn’t seem to have as big of a role as they did in the book, although I might be mistaken. Also, Sirius’s death was pretty underdramatic. I think I just made up a word there, but it felt right. Other than that, the movie was really engaging, and it was about as good as the book.

Since my future roommate asked whether I had a Facebook account, I decided I’d better get one. All I can say is: wow. Actually, I can say a little more than that. MySpace introduced me to social networking almost two years ago, but Facebook really belongs to a higher echelon, and here’s why. While MySpace bills itself as “a place for friends,” Facebook is about relationships between friends, and that’s really what social networking is all about. When you add a friend on Facebook, you can specify how you met them. When you upload a photo of you and your friends, you can identify each person in the photo, and photos of you posted by your friends will appear on your photo page. It’s simply more social and more networked. Another strength of Facebook over MySpace is that while you can add various extra features to your profile, you cannot make it look as outlandish and ridiculous as the AOL Hometown page you had eight years ago. Although I won’t be leaving MySpace for good, Facebook is quite a diversion.

Friday is my 18th birthday, so this will probably be my last post as legally insignificant person. Thanks to all of you who have supported me throughout my legally-insignificant-personhood.

It’s been discovered that some color printers print tiny yellow dots that, when viewed correctly, can identify the serial number of the printer and when the printing took place. The ostensible purpose of the dots is to thwart currency counterfeiters, but it could also pose a serious threat to your privacy. Here’s an incomplete list of printers that do or do not display tracking dots.

A bunch of teenagers in Las Vegas were asked to draw outlines of the United States. What they came up with reveals a lot about their personal senses of geography. For example, almost none of the students acknowledged the Great Lakes, which suggests that they don’t really care about that region of the country, I guess. A fair number of them drew Baja California, though.

Find out why music really is getting louder.

Preview

Wow. I’m back from my trip to northern Florida, which was mainly in order to go to Preview, the University of Florida’s two-day orientation for incoming freshmen. I got to pick classes, sleep in a dorm, and more.

But first, my family had a few days to kill. We visited my aunt at her house north of Gainesville. There, we took in the scenery. It’s pretty rural — in fact, a lot of Florida is. Actually, I’d say that a lot of most places are rural. Anyway, my parents love the area so much that they’re going to move there. So they spent some time looking around at houses that were for sale. They’re a long way from selling our home yet, so they sort of just went around to get an idea.

On the Fourth of July, we had a picnic at a private park and then went kayaking and tubing down the Ichetucknee River. Unfortunately, it rained the entire time we were on the river, but that was okay. Later, we watched Office Space. It was my parents’ first time seeing it, and they really liked Bill Lumbergh’s “Yyeeeeaahh…” It was hard not to quote the movie as it turns out that “yeah” is an extremely common word.

Early Thursday morning, Preview began. We started by going to the Reitz Union, the main building where a lot of the important stuff is. In this case, the registration was going on there, and that was certainly important. What threw me for a loop was that the ground floor was not numbered; the floor above it was floor 1, the floor above that was the 2nd floor, and so on. I know they do that in many countries, but it would be hard for me to get used to. (To make matters worse, the Welcome Center, located on the side of the Reitz Union building, is below the ground floor at street level, so the “1st floor” is two floors up from there.)

After a quick breakfast (eaten as we sat on the floor), there was a welcome session for the would-be students as well as the parents. After that, we (young persons) were separated into small groups. Each small group met in a conference room and was led by a student. Each group leader gave us some general information about classes, and we introduced ourselves to one another. Then we could go individually to lectures from different departments. They were supposed to help you choose a major. First, I went to the “exploratory” session (a euphemism for “undecided”), where I learned how to choose classes that would satisfy the requirements for multiple majors. Then I went to the liberal arts session simply because I was undecided and I knew that many fields of study fall under the umbrella of liberal arts.

After getting back into our groups and having lunch, we started picking classes for ourselves from the big book of majors. It was then that I decided that computer science struck my fancy. (At the exploratory talk, I learned that it’s best to major in something you like, and I like computer programming.) It was so nice to actually have a major chosen that I went ahead and selected only those classes that were recommended for that major. Among them was Calculus 3, which I could skip to because I had gotten a score of 5 (the highest possible) on the AP Calculus BC exam. I had found out by phone on July 1, the day the scores were released. I’d be interested in seeing how everyone else in the class did.

Later in the evening, the students working at Preview put on a series of skits illustrating some issues that would be likely to come up in college life: things such as getting drunk (bad), being gay (okay), using a fake ID (leads to getting drunk), and having a friend with an eating disorder (talk to them). It was pretty cheesy, but it was funny and informative too. Later that night, we had extra time to go over our choices of classes (it’s a big decision, after all, and a lot of factors need to be taken into account). I took about as long as I possibly could with that, but the results were satisfactory. I also decided to change my major to computer engineering, with a focus on software. The difference seems subtle (so subtle, in fact, that I didn’t need to change the classes I had already picked), but I prefer software to hardware.

We spent the night in a real live dorm (Broward Hall, to be exact) with a real live roommate (not necessarily the one we’d have in the fall). My roommate was from nearby Fort Lauderdale, so that was cool. He didn’t have much to say, but he was probably as nervous as I was. I was the one doing most of the talking in our brief conversation. The dorm itself was pretty small, but for some reason, it was bigger than I thought it would be, so I was pleased. Broward is about 55 years old, and it shows, but I could imagine living there.

The next morning, my group took student ID photos early — before breakfast. I had been awake for less than an hour, and it showed in my picture. I look all squinty and spaced out. Oh well; I only have to carry that ID around for, what, four years? Maybe more? And I’ll be using it for such various purposes as banking and boarding buses? Not that important. It’s actually pretty funny how bad the picture is, so it’s all right. I’ll probably laugh about it more later.

After breakfast, we walked to Hume Hall, the dorm exclusively for honors students. Since my group consisted entirely of honors students, this made sense. It was here that we would actually register for the classes we had chosen the day before. We gathered in the common room, which has a big-screen TV and some furniture. “Jeopardy!” was on TV, and I think it was the first time I was able to watch the show without anyone else wanting to change the channel. That’s what I love about honors students.

After taking an extremely long and boring survey about myself for the university, it was time for me to meet with the guy I was supposed to be meeting with to register for my classes. He was very friendly, and he had some things to say about me studying computer engineering, like how it’s a potentially lucrative field, and how it’s always changing, and things like that. He suggested I take an Intro to Engineering course, which would bring my number of fall courses to six, and I agreed. I figured he wouldn’t have given me more classes than I could handle. After he reviewed my schedule, I went to another room where someone helped me register for my classes online. I didn’t quite get the schedule I wanted, but it’ll have to do. Afterwards, I got an free UF Honors t-shirt.

Then we hitched a city bus and toured some gym complex in which almost everything was free for students. That was pretty cool, but I wouldn’t exactly be one to take advantage of the offer. After that, we got on the bus again, and a girl who I vaguely recognized saw me. She was apparently from my high school, and I figured (correctly) that my sister knew her. She knew me, though, so it was kind of embarrassing that I couldn’t think of her name. After that, our group went to the football stadium, known as “The Swamp” because the Florida Gators play there. Last season, UF became the first school ever to win both the college football and basketball championships in the same year, so they’re very proud of that. Next, we walked back to the Reitz Union. Along the way, a familiar voice called out my name. It was a girl who had gone to elementary, junior high, and (briefly) high school with. She was in summer classes like the other girl.

We attended some more talks and things about safety on campus, and then, finally, we met with our group leaders one last time, and it was all over. It was a very, very long two days. I did get to socialize with other incoming freshmen, and I also got to take advantage of the guidance and support of the student group leaders. My group leader sent out an e-mail today asking how everyone was doing. It’s nice to know I’ll be able to ask him questions when the school year starts. I also need to get a Facebook. I don’t have one yet, but I need one so I can contact my future roommate. He says that e-mail is too inconvenient.

Yesterday, my family visited my grandparents in their new home in The Villages, which is a massive retirement community. It’s pretty nice, but I think I’d like it more if I were retired. You also sort of have to be a fan of the suburbs because the houses there are very suburban. They have new communities coming up left and right, and the houses all look pretty similar. It’s sort of picturesque, though, and the closeness allows you to get to know your neighbors better. We got to meet one of the neighbors, and she was nice, so that was all fine and good. After a million-hour drive today, we finally got home, and here I am.

What’s the longest article on Wikipedia? Find out on Wikipedia’s list of long pages.

Here are some photos of a computer keyboard that survived a fire. Well, maybe “survived” isn’t the best word. It’s a melted keyboard.

G-ville

I’m leaving today to go to my college orientation. While it’s true that the orientation doesn’t start until Thursday, I also have relatives who would love to see me. I’m not sure what the chronology of events will be, but I’ll be visiting my aunt who lives in the Gainesville area, and I’ll also be visiting my grandparents in their new house in The Villages, a massive retirement community that, if my grandparents are to believed (and they are), would make us young pups jealous. For one thing, it’s a bunch of… well… villages. And they have all the amenities. And everyone drives around in golf carts?

I’m pretty nervous about going to my college orientation. Can you believe it? I guess that’s where I’m going to pick classes and everything. How fun. I absolutely love picking classes, let me tell you. Always have. It should be a real treasure. On a more serious note, I’ve e-mailed Adam, my future roommate, whom you’ll probably hear about more in the coming months. Apparently, he’s already been to the orientation (they have dozens of sessions to accommodate the large influx of students), and he seems to have had a good time. He says that Hume Hall, the dorm where we’ll be staying, is really nice (for a dorm, I assume). Anyway, while I’m gone, there will probably be no posts unless I can get to a computer and post something. I’ll be back in about a week.

Yesterday shooting for Beowulf 3 began. We got some things done, but a ton of rain came out of nowhere (as it tends to do on summer afternoons in South Florida) and cut us short. We’ll have to go back to Justin’s house (for we’ve kind of run out of filming locations in my house) another day. After that, Nick, Mark, and I went with Cristi to Flanigan’s for dinner. Then the four of us went with Kelli to the arcade at Dave & Buster’s. I didn’t have much money, so I didn’t play any of the games, but it was still cool. I texted Natasha while I was there, and we had a nice text-message conversation.

The brainiacs on the nerd patrol will enjoy reading about these unsolved problems in physics. I did.

Here’s an art exhibit called Running the Numbers. It’s a staggeringly detailed set of prints that illustrate huge numbers from recent statistics.

Have a look at several hundred pie charts. Each represents a country’s flag, with each colored portion of the graph corresponding to the amount of area of the flag that has that color. Make sense? I didn’t think so. Just click on each graph to see the corresponding flag, and you’ll see what I mean.