I start the story, The tall man sat down in the green chair. Does the chair really need to be green? Cross out.
The tall man sat down in the chair. Down… Now there’s a necessary word.
The tall man sat in the chair. Tall? Cross out.
The man sat in the chair. Why a chair? Why not a couch? Why not a bench? Why not a chaise-lounge? Cross out.
The man sat. Does he really need to be sitting?
And now I have no story.
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Don’t ya just hate it when that happens?
nice deconstruction…kind of like Franklin’s illustrative
sign anecdote.
but you do have a very fine example of reduction that makes oxidation seem quite trivial.
i, for two, favor the literary sort reduction. science is so predictable. move your eiches and move those oows.. that’s it. what a fine reaction you’ve understood. the strong acid became a weak base (hydrogen lost!)-
speakin uh foundations: some me(accent)lange of emotion and choice must form the mortar upon which these foundational stones rest.
.. no choice in a redox rxn.
ooops. or did i loose an oxygen?..
typical response: guess i’ll look it up.
point of it all: the answer is either right, or wrong, and it’s waiting for you in a book. to be able to find that place in-between words that causes us smile sOOOo Ohwide, one must have choooice! it is far more difficult to master an art of the subjective.. also, i wanna go home ’cause i’m tired of the lab today. how serendipitous.