I recall, about a year ago, being at some kind of party. I was talking to a friend of mine who expressed some serious misgivings about the phenomena (in the popular sense) of TED talks. At root what he found distasteful about them was the way that the speakers present the fruits of their research, imbibed with their own conclusions and opinions, processed and digested, they deliver a ready-made feast of information to a hungry audience. An audience with an appetite too large and urgent to think everything through for themselves. Thinking about it provoked the image in my head of mother birds feeding their young, with their shuttered eyes and yawning beaks. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at TED talks in the same way again.