Chatter: the Mother of Clarification.

Dear John 

I confess: a nail in the heart & somewhat intimidating
for me when you disparaged FacultyL.Reply-to-All  as
chatter.

A vast renewable resource I've been trying to tap for
 years. Like "stupid" is to "study" and "student" :: so
"chatter" and "confusion" is to clarity and coherence.
Horse and carriage. Love and marriage. . Rolling yr
own holy smokes rather than buying pre-packaged
& shrink-wrapped off the shelf. .

Hard to crack into the dominant professional finished-
product values that understandably  govern quality control
and  resist factoring-in the mess & guess of process. 
(Non-Critical Thinking)

But it would be a good thing if we could. 

These days and this century: It's not what we know that
counts so much (everyone with  laptop dancing accessibility
to the Main Frame) but whether we can put it  in play.

NO? You disagree?
Perfect--we can argue--or
what's a college for?.


        What’s Good re Sustainable Resilient
                 Environmental Priorities

Informational Theorists and some Linguists claim that
the mother of all News is always Noise and that self-
corrective and sustaining systems support an ongoing
"stochastic" process with which they access and scan
Noise for the possibility of new News.    Innovation

          Chatter as a Mother of Clarity
                      &  Resource
        (practicing the P in our PhDegrees) 

Ongoing Chatter Across the Curriculum  among Natives
Amateurs and Disciplinarians: the more the better if not
always the merrier.
 
Otherwise it’s like gardening in tuxedos.  Walking
stiffly in thesis-driven suits, starched Clean-as-a-
Whistle & no flies on me, not that there’s anything
wrong with that if I’m off to Santa Cruz to deliver
a missile.  Clarity, coherence, & consistency  if 
never completeness. 
 
Individual propriety &  taste, idiosyncrasy—
of course: turn it up and  put it in play—no g0od 
hiding it under a bushel  these days of turmoil 
and turbulence,
 
Chatter. Leather britches & boots shovel ready: 
let us gather   in the garden  growing local food 
for thought and it’s  dirty work but someone’s 
got to do it— a faculty that plays together .  .  . 
you know. . . etc

xxxooo, Sam