In the late 1980s David Brin wrote a book called Earth, published in 1990, which I eventually read last fall. It’s a pretty good book, and today I remembered a scene in it where a main character, a biologist-cum-mother-figure, instructs a filter program to randomize part of her news to prevent herself from imposing too much order on her awareness. Amazon, bless ’em, along with Brin’s publisher I guess, had the text available and searchable, so I found the exact passage I’d remembered in pretty short order. The remarkable thing, though, is that I found it while the book itself is some thousands of meters away in my room, while I'm here busily at work . . . well . . . you know.