Google

Google Forrest Fenn. If you haven't heard of him, don't worry. I hadn't either until it was time to field test.

I love google. Mr. Fenn talks about googling his father. He talks about leaving his mark in time. Google is a phenomenal set of algorithms created by thoughtful geniuses who not only understand how to build a remarkable index based on popular relevance, but also how to distribute the information across a scalable infrastructure... as long as it isn't required to be accurate or timely. I look forward to when google is able to crawl the deep web and discern relevance from garbage, and be able to free the information that is trapped there for various reasons. But more so, I look forward to when google is able to decide on its own what should be available immediately rather than just whenever. News releases are fresh, but so is something like a court filing or a campaign contribution. I look forward to when those are instantly available and aggregated through google instead of distributed and available after 30 days or more. It will make building a more timely network diagram so much easier.

In text mining Mr. Fenn's book, I have stumbled upon something I believe to be a clue within the same chapter where he publishes his poem. It is related to his fascination with collecting soda caps. Perhaps there is a gravestone marker which is also relevant to the poem, although he has stated specifically that the treasure is not in a graveyard. And a canyon with the word wood in the name is useful. In this case warm waters halting would be a former steam engine train station.  Google has helped me with some research. But as Mr. Fenn states, it's best to be out there looking.  After all, google won't put me on the 10"x10" spot.