I've only just stumbled upon this thread. Isn't the point that if one assumes (conservatively) that every individual will have shaken hands with 100 others, then six steps away will take you up to 10-to-the-power-of-twelve contacts. Is this the size of the world's population? And if I, by this method, have forged a link with someone who cleaned Mao tse-Tung's lavatory, then so what? Sorry...I'm being a bit of a curmudgeonly iconoclast here.
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Richard Tarleton
Originally posted by ardcarp View PostI've only just stumbled upon this thread. Isn't the point that if one assumes (conservatively) that every individual will have shaken hands with 100 others, then six steps away will take you up to 10-to-the-power-of-twelve contacts. Is this the size of the world's population? And if I, by this method, have forged a link with someone who cleaned Mao tse-Tung's lavatory, then so what? Sorry...I'm being a bit of a curmudgeonly iconoclast here.
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Originally posted by clive heath View PostThe back of the house has a yard with three sides of outhouses adjacent completing a rectangle. Next morning Brian set up his drumkit in the middle of this space and proceeded to woodshed for a good hour which is a sight I will treasure.
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clive heath
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What I really want to know is how many removes I am from John Dowland - it might all get a bit tangled during the Civil War.
Returning to my numerical obsession, I gather from Dawkins that everyone alive today is a descendant of a single woman (a sort of mitochondrial Eve) who lived a few tens of thousands of years ago. This is not to say that other men and women were not around then from whom nobody is descended. It's all a bit mind-blowing really. I'd better go and woodshed now and stop spoiling the fun.
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clive heath
Yes to fhg and it occurs to me that it could derive from calling a saxophone an ax, hence a private practice would be "woodshedding". It's all very frontier what with chops referring to embrochure.
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Richard Tarleton
Couldn't help reviving this, as I discover I can now get to Haydn in 6. An old friend has a black and white photo of her great grandfather, a late 19th century Czech (or rather Bohemian) Wagnerian tenor dressed in Lohengrin outfit complete with swan helmet. He. it turns out, was hugged by Liszt. That means me - friend - friend's aunt [granddaughter of tenor] - tenor - Liszt - Beethoven - Haydn.
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Originally posted by Richard Tarleton View PostCouldn't help reviving this, as I discover I can now get to Haydn in 6. An old friend has a black and white photo of her great grandfather, a late 19th century Czech (or rather Bohemian) Wagnerian tenor dressed in Lohengrin outfit complete with swan helmet. He. it turns out, was hugged by Liszt. That means me - friend - friend's aunt [granddaughter of tenor] - tenor - Liszt - Beethoven - Haydn.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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