and whatever it is humans are made of, too.
Reviving the Lost Art of Naming the World,
adapted from “Naming Nature: The Clash Between Instinct and Science” by Carol Kaesuk Yoon, 2009
Taxonomy is dying. But it is by classifying nature that we come to know it in all its beetleness and daffodility.
. . .The past few decades have seen a stream of studies that show that sorting and naming the natural world is a universal, deep-seated and fundamental human activity, one we cannot afford to lose because it is essential to understanding the living world, and our place in it.
I read this NYT Science Times out somewhere waiting for a child, the dentist’s office I think, having grabbed my Tuesday newspaper from the driveway as we hustled to be on time, then left to my own thoughts in an artificially hushed and lighted and cooled faux-living room way-station in which life is in fact suspended, not lived, which I therefore couldn’t quite categorize according to established taxonomy. 😉
But I had good quiet-time fun trying, particularly because on some level the piece is also about how artificial human systems screw up natural human systems and language is both natural and contrived, how in the end even naming itself is complicated by naming itself! Given the time and inclination to let yourself play around, such ideas connect in expanding-universe style and draw you in ever-deeper, like some M. C. Escher Hogwarts-staircase world . .
So I brought the Science Times home for blogging this “what’s in a name?” power of story punch on different levels and connecting it explicitly to a bunch more. I wanted to fully enjoy it, do it justice in my own mind and yours. But since then, real life has intervened repeatedly.
This morning I realized it had been nearly a month and my Gators are starting a new championship run as the Red Sox are pursuing one to the big (or bitter) finish, my Grand Slam tennis fan season is climaxing in NYC all next week, the kids are rehearsing again and my bedside on-deck reading stack is higher than ever. IOW I realized awaiting time to do this theme justice would exceed the freshness date of whatever thoughts I’d had that day that might possibly DO it justice. 😉
Maybe the “diminished capacity” stereotype of aging minds is literally a lack of room, less space for idly rearranging ideas to our heart’s content because all our living spaces both inside and out get “full” and there’s less literal capacity for more?. . .need to think about that, maybe come up with a great label that captures its essence?
Whatever we call it, it’s a real condition and I’m developing it. For today a practical compromise is throwing open what laughably disorganized space I’ve got left for both time and thoughts on this theme, to invite other Thinking Parents into my life-of-the-mind living space for, hmmm, an “engagement” party! (Do taxonomists enjoy word play or eschew it? Wouldn’t it be great if the answer were — yes?)