Collecting data is only the first step toward knowledge but sharing data is the first step toward civilization
May 15, 2008
“I ask your indulgence if I close on a personal, existential note. We live in a time when we are flooded with information in every field of endeavor, a deluge from which Freud scholarship is not exempt. It has has become a veritable industry over which it is difficult to maintain even bibliographical control. The amount of sheer information increases incessantly. I confess that I have reached an age when I am haunted by the question of when information becomes knowledge. What I have presented here is only a special instance of that larger Angst. I am perhaps not yet old enough to seek the further line where knowledge becomes wisdom (Yerushalmi Series Z 1997).”
“Collecting data is only the first step toward wisdom but sharing data is the first step toward community (Linux 2006 33-40)
Work-in-process: “Collecting data is only the first step toward knowledge but sharing data is the first step toward civilization.”
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June 23, 2007
The industrial-size cries of the young heron reminded me of scenes from Jurassic Park. Their loud squawking can be heard long before you can see them. The activity in the nest is so aggressive and loud you would think an eagle was attacking. The huge nests balance on the tops of alder trees. This active rookery of about 50 nests is situated at c. 48°44’21.80″N, 123°37’38.78″W. On June 17, 2007 the young were visible with the naked eye. They are awkward and seem to be over-sized for their nests which sway as they fight over food that the adult heron bring.
As we chatted we could see a steady stream of herons flying back and forth between the food sources at low tide on the Cowichan Bay estuary and the rookery at the edge of the ravine that cuts deeply behind Pritchard Road. Dell Bumstead’s mature, magical garden is at the end of Pritchard just on the edge of the ravine. Dell remembers when one flock of seventy heron flew over her garden c. 1997.