September 26, 2011

• 6 degrees and critical mass, or; the straw that broke the camels back.

  

  most of us have heard or know a little about the ’6 degrees of separation’, the idea that we all are connected to each other by six people. some know of the game ’6 degrees of kevin bacon’ actors and films and how they connect to him.

  i took this idea to the streets,so to speak,with the alternate fuel source of hydrogen. deciding to talk to at least 6 people about my ideas for its use. this went very well, everyone was interested and engaged. i was pleased.

  as i was walking to my front door that evening, my neighbor comes up  asking if i new anything about hydrogen fuel!?!

  i started laughing.

  i saw later on a national geographic documentary, an experiment. where a number of packages were delivered to the most random of people around the planet, from an african village to hong kong. each person was asked to get these packages to an office in new york. to a particular person. it had to be hand delivered.

  each package made it, not one of them went through more then 6 hands. i dont recall how long it took. it was less then a year.

  i do love my geometry. it always makes me ask more questions.

  connections, so many things cross my path in a day that i wish i could give you better references for my data, if you find these things worth investigating, i would love to hear back from you on your discoveries.

  another thing; ‘ the 100th monkey’ phenomenon.

  this is speculative.

  the story goes, a group of japenese scientists were studying individual troops of monkeys on a small group of islands. and they had observed that when they tossed chunks of potatos in to the sand the monkeys wouldnt eat or ate with reluctance. this went on for awhile.  

  now the number designation is arbitrary. whether it was the hundredth monkey or not is unknown,but one of the monkeys went down to the beach and washed the sand off,and enjoyed his potato. the others followed suit and notes were taken.

  meanwhile, the scientists found upon visiting the other islands that as they tossed out the potatos, the monkeys immediately ran down to the waters edge and washed their potatos. these separate troops having had no contact all learned as a collective.
  

  just thinkin’ out loud…….(connecting?)

  “waiting for the tide to come in”

   

   

     

   

   

   

     

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