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The theory of consciousness that asserts that a new and better personality [[Emergence|emerges]] from the networked personalities of those in the organisation.  
The theory of consciousness that asserts that a new, independent and better personality [[Emergence|emerges]] from the networked minds of those in an organisation. This new mind then generates its ''own'' ideas that are not traceable to any particular individual mind in the “hive”.


Evidence, too, of the [[Zero-sum game|non-zero sum game]] that multinational organisations play, for somehow they persistently generate the cash flow to pay the salaries their employees demand without it ever being apparent quite what any one of those employees does to deserve it. If a multinational is a goose, then its staff roster is the messy, pungent mix of bloodied feathers and viscera that would remain, wandering around outside dazed, clutching Iron Mountain boxes, when the farmer — a.k.a., the unforgiving brick wall of reality — has cut it open in search of a golden egg.
The theory seems nice, accords with [[Evolution by natural selection|evolution]] and so on, but still — it is hard to identify any of these brilliant emergent ideas in the wild, since the first thing that anyone will do should they stumble on one is to claim credit for it.  


So, for example, the idea of displaying, in foot-high letters, “WINNING MINDSET” over the entrance to the ground floor lift lobby by way of clumsy neuro-linguistic programming of your worker-bees as they roll up for their daily toil is not a decision traceable to any particular individual (this is not to say that a single individual could not be so foolish, but that such a person wouldn’t be so foolish as to ''admit'' to it, at least without first engaging in [[Circle of escalation|diffusionary butt-covering]]).
Therefore, no ''good'' ideas emerge from the hive mind. Just ''bad'' ones. What we are left with is a welter of transparently ''preposterous'' ideas that to this day lie unclaimed on the face of the collective: [[Debt value adjustment|debt value adjustments]], [[Enron Corporation|mark-to-market accounting for non-existent forward markets]], [[Performance appraisal|performance appraisals]], [[Goals|SMART]] goals, [[Crypto asset|cryptocurrencies]], [[non-fungible token]]s, and [[environmental, social, and corporate governance]].  


The appearance, as a result, that such an springs fully formed out of the higher consciousness of the [[hive mind]].
Such poor ideas will persist and flourish as long as plausible livelihoods can be made from them, but they have a habit of imploding, catastrophically and without warning when the reality distortion field fails. Here, the hive mind comes into its own: as an emergent property of a super-brain, these bad ideas turn out to have been ''no-one’s'' idea, and therefore no-one’s ''fault''. Responsibility has been ''sublimated''. There has been a kind of [[Escalation|diffusion by escalation]].
 
In vain will regulators, auditors, and prosecutors look for culprits among burning wreckage, choking smoke and dazed staff, stumbling around outside the building clutching [[Iron Mountain box|Iron Mountain boxes]].


===The exploding whale===
===The exploding whale===
[[index.php%3Ftitle=File:Oldsmobile_whale_damaged.jpg|alt=|frame|Umenhofer’s “whale of a deal”.]]
Take the celebrated exploding whale of Lane County, Oregon, from 1970. See the entertaining news report in the panel.
For a more distant example, take the celebrated exploding whale of Lane County, Oregon, from 1970. See the entertaining news report in the panel.
What is most amazing here is not that onlookers, held behind barriers a quarter of a mile away, had to run for their lives while brick-sized lumps of stinking, fetid, whale flesh rained down on them from from the sky, but that no-one — not the highways authority, not the project manager, not the forklift driver, not the reporter, not the film crew, not the gelignite vendor, not the hundreds and hundreds of spectators — not a single one of them asked that most basic of questions: “you are proposing to detonate a rotting sperm whale with half a ton of dynamite. Have you completely lost your mind?”
 
Actually, one man had, and this is where the irony gets positively Homeric. A certain Walter Umenhofer, a military veteran with explosives training who happened to be in the area to take advantage of a “''Get a Whale of a Deal!''” promotion in a nearby car dealership, warned anyone who would listen that half a ton of dynamite was far too much. Umenhofer suggested 4 kg would be enough. His advice went unheeded.
 
Miraculously no-one was hurt during the blast.
 
There was just one casualty: a brand new Oldsmobile Regency 98, flattened by a hunk of blubber the size of a truck tyre. It was Umenhofer’s brand new car. A whale of a deal, indeed.
===Heterogeneity as a bad thing===
[[Thought leader]]s — the same ones who, with the hive mind, fetishise diversity — may declare that ''[[heterogeneity]]'' — contrarianism to you, dear reader — is a ''bad'' thing.<ref>But here is an irony for you: the Oxford dictionary defines [[heterogeneity]] as: “the quality or state of being [[diverse]] in character or content”.</ref>


“''Homo''geneity is important to bind your people to a common purpose and vision,” they will say. “[[Heterogeneity|''Hetero''geneity]] can weaken and undermine that sacred, fragile flame.”
What is most amazing here is not that onlookers, held behind barriers a quarter of a mile away, had to run for their lives while brick-sized lumps of stinking, fetid, whale flesh rained down on them from from the sky, but that no-one — not the highways authority, not the project manager, not the forklift driver, not the reporter, not the film crew, not the gelignite vendor, not those hundreds and hundreds of spectators, fleeing for their lives — not ''one'' asked: “you are proposing to detonate a rotting sperm whale with half a ton of dynamite. Have you completely lost your mind?”


We [[Jolly Contrarian|happy heterogeneticists]] would beg to differ. The problem, in our darkened times, is not that there is too much diversity of thought, but not enough. The diversity we do have — that we fetishise — is a superficial, plastic, ''optical'' diversity. Under its cover, our hive mind stampedes after shiny but basically stupid ideas. We jump on bandwagons: [[Cryptocurrency|cryptocurrencies]], [[non-fungible token]]s, [[AI]], [[ESG]] and [[critical theory]], some of which are engineered — ironically enough — to ''quash'' contrary voices.  
Well, ''one'' man did, and this is where the irony gets positively Homeric.


There is very little “wacky contrarian” risk. Squeaky wheels can’t hurt you. Fashionable [[yogababble]] ''can''.
That fellow, one Walter Umenhofer, was a military veteran with explosives training. He came to the area to take advantage of a “''Get a Whale of a Deal!''” promotion in a nearby car dealership. When he heard the plan, he warned anyone who would listen that ''half a ton'' of dynamite was far too much. ''Four kilogrammes'' would be plenty.


Now: contrarianism fails only when it produces ''incontrovertibly'' pernicious ideas — ones that cannot be quickly assessed and, if need be, rejected on their merits. Most tend not to be a problem ''as long as they remain contrarian ideas''. It is only when the hive mind lunges at them that trouble begins to brew. [[Cryptocurrency|Cryptocurrencies]], [[non-fungible token]]s, [[AI]], [[ESG]] and [[critical theory]] — all of these are good, useful ideas a''s'' long as they remain contrarian. They challenge orthodoxy. They remind us to be humble. They remind us that the status quo in which we have flourished is an unjustifiable contingency with which we shouldn’t become besotted. This is a valuable unreality check. As orthodoxy they are not.
But no, the hive mind knew best: his advice went unheeded. The hive mind went with half a ton.


In a [[wicked]] environment there are very few of these, and in a “tame” — closed, bounded, fully understood — environment they are easy to dismiss: in a game of football, the undoubtedly heterogeneous idea to pick up the ball is stupid and no-one will do it. ''But'' even there … well, just ask William Webb Ellis whether it was a stupid idea to pick up the ball and run with it.<ref>Understood this is, largely, apocryphal.</ref>
Miraculously, no-one was hurt during the blast, which showered a half-mile radius with brick-sized bombs of rotten blubber.  


Situations where the consensus view is so unarguably right that there’s no scope to challenge it are as good as non-existent in commerce. Many of the our great crises of the past have come out of apparently sensible homogeneous consensus, and in the face of a small, vocal, but ignored heteregenous dissent. [[LIBOR]]. The [[global financial crisis]]. [[Madoff]]. [[Enron]]. [[FTX]].
There was just one casualty: a brand-new Oldsmobile Regency 98, purchased off the lot that day, which was flattened by a hunk of meat the size of a truck tyre. It was parked up while its owner, one Walter Umenhofer, beseeched the project manager, in vain, not to be so stupid as to use half a ton of explosives to remove a deal whale.


We operate in a [[Zero-sum game|non zero-sum]], not-bounded, incomplete, ambiguous environment it is hard to see how having ''some'' level of dissent doesn’t put you in a better place.
A whale of a deal, indeed.  


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Umenhofer’s “whale of a deal”.
In which the curmudgeonly old sod puts the world to rights.
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Hive mind
/haɪv/ /maɪnd/ (n.)

The theory of consciousness that asserts that a new, independent and better personality emerges from the networked minds of those in an organisation. This new mind then generates its own ideas that are not traceable to any particular individual mind in the “hive”.

The theory seems nice, accords with evolution and so on, but still — it is hard to identify any of these brilliant emergent ideas in the wild, since the first thing that anyone will do should they stumble on one is to claim credit for it.

Therefore, no good ideas emerge from the hive mind. Just bad ones. What we are left with is a welter of transparently preposterous ideas that to this day lie unclaimed on the face of the collective: debt value adjustments, mark-to-market accounting for non-existent forward markets, performance appraisals, SMART goals, cryptocurrencies, non-fungible tokens, and environmental, social, and corporate governance.

Such poor ideas will persist and flourish as long as plausible livelihoods can be made from them, but they have a habit of imploding, catastrophically and without warning when the reality distortion field fails. Here, the hive mind comes into its own: as an emergent property of a super-brain, these bad ideas turn out to have been no-one’s idea, and therefore no-one’s fault. Responsibility has been sublimated. There has been a kind of diffusion by escalation.

In vain will regulators, auditors, and prosecutors look for culprits among burning wreckage, choking smoke and dazed staff, stumbling around outside the building clutching Iron Mountain boxes.

The exploding whale

Take the celebrated exploding whale of Lane County, Oregon, from 1970. See the entertaining news report in the panel.

What is most amazing here is not that onlookers, held behind barriers a quarter of a mile away, had to run for their lives while brick-sized lumps of stinking, fetid, whale flesh rained down on them from from the sky, but that no-one — not the highways authority, not the project manager, not the forklift driver, not the reporter, not the film crew, not the gelignite vendor, not those hundreds and hundreds of spectators, fleeing for their lives — not one asked: “you are proposing to detonate a rotting sperm whale with half a ton of dynamite. Have you completely lost your mind?”

Well, one man did, and this is where the irony gets positively Homeric.

That fellow, one Walter Umenhofer, was a military veteran with explosives training. He came to the area to take advantage of a “Get a Whale of a Deal!” promotion in a nearby car dealership. When he heard the plan, he warned anyone who would listen that half a ton of dynamite was far too much. Four kilogrammes would be plenty.

But no, the hive mind knew best: his advice went unheeded. The hive mind went with half a ton.

Miraculously, no-one was hurt during the blast, which showered a half-mile radius with brick-sized bombs of rotten blubber.

There was just one casualty: a brand-new Oldsmobile Regency 98, purchased off the lot that day, which was flattened by a hunk of meat the size of a truck tyre. It was parked up while its owner, one Walter Umenhofer, beseeched the project manager, in vain, not to be so stupid as to use half a ton of explosives to remove a deal whale.

A whale of a deal, indeed.

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