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When a child I developed a private doctrine for counting numbers. None were bad, but some were good-er. I didn’t know why. As a teen I became fascinated with fonts, with their ascenders, hooks, beaks and counters. The die was cast. Though pointed at a career in maths, I transferred into graphic design. Later, in 1997, I became both dad and web worker. I had no clue at either, but I was determined to do both well. And the web bit was kind of mathy and fonty. I seemed to fit.

This century, the counting has accelerated. We count carbon and page views and deforestation. The counts tell us what happened but not why. And so we have no idea what counts, or what to do about it.

And throughout all this I’ve biked. Often, but not always, when I cycle I count pedal revolutions. I don’t know why. But I hope I count for something.