It was not a conscious decision but a fuzzy avoidance in hope that it might not need to happen. Unfortunately, my side-stepping of inferential statistics has been outed by my supervisors. They have unceremoniously yanked my head out of the sand I had snuggled it comfortably into.
So, now this unmathematical linguist must face means, standard deviations, and significant differences with conscientious and meticulous enthisiasm. Yay!
Such a slow, laborious, process, analysing data and writing it up. I am bored yet concerned that I will never find anything worth saying. And if I am bored, how about those who have to read this stuff?
But then through the cold misty haze shoots one small pinprick of light, then another, and another. Each not enough to guide the wise men to the stable but enough to make a small, pretty formation in the night sky.
“Matariki is the Māori name for the cluster of stars also known as the Pleiades. It rises in mid-winter – late May or early June. For many Māori, it heralds the start of a new year. Matariki literally means the ‘eyes of god’ (mata ariki) or ‘little eyes’ (mata riki).”
Te Ara Encyclopaedia of New Zealand