When the temperature in Boston falls from 88F to 55F in a day, the erratic weather makes me wonder if there’s any connection to an erratic personality and an erratic environment. Then that got me thinking about order and the nature of order. I wondered whether there is an order that we don’t see, or if order is man’s way of defying the world which runs on chance and entropy.

I run on a disordered order. I will walk into a room and drop my coat on the floor. As civilized people know that coats go in closets, this looks like I’ve created disorder in the room. But if you come into the room, and put the coat away, I will wander around looking for the coat for 15 minutes in every place that I would’ve normally thrown it on the floor. In this example, who has created disorder? And with this example in mind explain order.

Please let me know, as I’m going to order some shrimp into a meal and eat the little bastards.

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