Robin's Little Red Recycling Book - Thirteen Threads of Page One.

The evolution (or devolution) of blogging to 280 characters (Twitter Maximum) has had positive and negative impacts on wisdom.

It does create a mental talent for pruning excess verbiage, which was always my bane in high school and college. My dad, "Doctor I" had a habit of crossing out the word "that" in books and articles, as if to keep a trove of "that" pages he would have saved being printed, like trees saved by recycling tons.

It also gives wind to oversimplification, and "black and white" (almost literally, but not literally) opinions.

Intolerance is increasingly treated as a virtue, both on the "left" and on the "right".  I can tolerate intolerance for things that are truly black and white, like torture of children and extinction of species and destruction (e.g. via mining) of habitat. I cannot tolerate the idea of "endangered species platter" in restaurant tourism. But I have to consider the domestication of wild species (Tiger King is nearly intolerable, but might have preserved the very last tiger DNA in a future paradigm) as a possible "seed bank", and realize it's funded by Chinese restaurant tourism (watched "Wet Markets" documentary on VICE over the weekend).\

Now Blow Your Mind on Q-Analysis

Clean, Big and Obvious:   Six Billion People Aren't Going Away

"Uncle Will" Stephenson

I left the last blog hanging on a follow up (which is coming).  But it's a holiday and vacation coming up, when I traditionally "go academic" in the blog.

Dirty Little Secret : Clean Big Obvious

The weak link is between "Secret" and "Obvious".  The first question you have to ask is "Obvious to Whom?" "Secret to Whom?"   Or does a secret only matter to one billion "big and clean" people?

Whom is being Surveyed?   This is a question I grew up with, as the oldest kid whose dad was getting a Ph.D. in Journalism at Columbia Missouri - then considered the top J-School and still a giant.   I sat as a kid and absorbed dinner conversation between my dad, his Faculty Advisor Will Stephenson, and my great Grandfather, William Freeland.  And I was told to finish my peas, and not spread them about the plate, because children were starving in China...