This is my favorite graph, I think. It operates entirely on a principle of misdirection. There are bars, but all they’re doing is hiding pennies. It makes me laugh every time I see it. I also like it because no one else seems to. It’s like a rescue dog.

This graph, too, took quite a bit of work, and I was surprised to see that it actually yielded some results. The Great Gatsby has more g’s than f’s, which is uncommon, and may have something to do with WestEgg and East Egg. But like the Pi Graph (see previous), it’s interesting mostly for having more art and less matter.

Fairly late in the game, I started making charts that actually took some work, as opposed to a moment of Conceptual Epiphany. This one was, in its own way, very time consuming, and it turned out to be almost interesting beyond its fundamental pun. “Almost interesting” is the key. The digits, as I assumed, are almost evenly distributed. If there had been any statistically significant variation, I probably would have thrown out the graph.

After I made the Percent Chance These Bars Will Reach the Top of the Graph (see previous), which is tautologically true, I wanted to make a graph that couldn’t possibly be true. That’s this one, which changes every time you look at it, but can’t change, because, well, it’s already printed.

After I made the Percent Chance These Bars Will Reach the Top of the Graph (see previous), which is tautologically true, I wanted to make a graph that couldn’t possibly be true. That’s this one, which changes every time you look at it, but can’t change, because, well, it’s already printed.

The fire chart scared me, and so I went in search of a safer naturally occurring graph. At first I couldn’t think of what it should be, so I tried to think of who might know. As it turns out, the shadow knows.

Nature makes its own graphs, and as I am part of nature, I thought I’d follow suit. This was actually the third try — the first two almost got away from me, and the chart was almost “How Much I Had to Pay to Rebuild My House After Comedy Turned To Tragedy In the Blink Of An Eye.”

Charts that eat their own chronology interest me greatly. They twist up the one thing we take for granted: the passage of time. So this especially self-referential tattoo graph, which isn’t so readable unless you scrutinize it (like many tattoos), says “How Much They Hated This Tattoo,” and then has Dad (small bar), Mom (bigger bar), and Girl in Bar (biggest bar).

I have one pen that I hate. I got it years ago as part of a prize in college, and I sort of want to keep it, but no matter how many refills I buy, it never works especially well. It has a particular function, though, and it’s to help me make this graph.

Unless this is the truest graph ever. We spend much of our time looking at charts, graphs, and infographicsand analyzing their conclusions. Have they presented data in astraightforward manner? Are their conclusions defensible? This graph tries to represent that process as tautological and indisputable, and I think it does a pretty good job.