The World is an Open Field of Possibility

Photo #811: Open FieldLocation Taken: Snake River Valley, Idaho
Time Taken: June 2010

Here I was scratching my head over what in the world to post, and I run across a gem of a video. The open and closing narratives are a bit schmaltzy, but the heart of it is pure gold. I really suggest giving it a watch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone quite as self-knowing and self-confident than the person profiled.

Self esteem really is an odd beast. Too little, and you pass on opportunities you could have succeeded at. Too much, and you tend towards arrogance, thinking yourself capable of things you can’t do. Even the middle levels can be more of a hodge-podge of the two extremes rather than a true middle.

It takes a lot of soul-searching and accepting all your flaws, as well as all of your strengths. Many can manage one or the other, but still run imbalanced. And tracking down each and every one takes time, especially given how many don’t reveal themselves every day.

But there is a certain joy in knowing exactly what you’re capable of. And, should you find that state of mind, life no longer seems so overwhelming.

  

It’s got leaves! They’re green!

Photo #810: Green FlowersLocation Taken: National Zoo, Washington DC
Time Taken: March 2010

…You know, I really don’t have much to say about flowers. I’m not interested in them enough to learn their names, much less all the interesting trivia that I’m sure is out there. The main thing I care about is how pretty they look in a photo.

So yeah, I like this flower because the petals are slightly green! Isn’t that nifty?!

  

Quick, when you think of “Swan”, is it female or male?!

Photo #809: Swimming SwansLocation Taken: Yellowstone National Park
Time Taken: October 2012

Sometimes my brain gets stuck on the oddest thoughts.

Why do so many languages have gendered words?

English actually has fairly few, though we do lack a gender-neutral form for he/she that isn’t also a plural form. But the two other languages I’ve studied have some of this phenomena.

French, for instance, has assigned every noun to be either masculine or feminine. There are two forms of the equivalent of, let’s say, “the swan”. “Le cygne” if it’s masculine, “La cygne” if feminine. If you’re wondering, it’s a masculine word. This gender split is pervasive, and actually affects how native speakers view the objects their gendered words describe.

Japanese, on the hand, has an odd split in how they say the equivalent of “I”. For one thing, there’s about ten different words for it, all used in different circumstances of relationship and formality. Three of them, interestingly enough, are almost exclusively used by men to refer to themselves. “Boku” is used by boys and young men, “Ore” is an almost crude form used by tough guys and men talking amongst themselves, and “Washi” is a form used by old men who slur their words a bit more. (It’s a variant on the most generic form, “Watashi”.) And there is no version of “I” only for women to balance things out, though several have picked up feminine tinges purely because women use them where men would use “Boku” or “Ore”.

What really puzzles me, though, is why these words exist in the first place?! Why did some proto-french speakers decide to designate every single thing as male or female, no matter if gender even applies in the slightest?! Why does Japan need so many ways to describe yourself, and why have some purely for men?!

I suppose some of these quirks are oddities left over from older word usage. “Boku”, for instance, comes from a word for manservant. Japanese also accepts referring to yourself in third person as a way to say “I”, so in some ways it’s similar to saying “Your humble servant will now leave your presence, master” in English. Carries about the same level of implied humility, oddly enough. And well, we humans have a strong tendency to split tasks and jobs between genders, so only men would really have used that form when it became solidified in the language.

Still have no clue as to why nouns need genders in French, though. I couldn’t find anything on it during my research attempts, though I did learn that it’s called Grammatical gender, and is found in around a fourth of the world’s languages. I really do wonder about the historical path to this strange grammar, though. I wonder if anyone’s researched it.

After all, as so many high school language students lament, why does it really matter if we properly pretend all swans are male?!

  

Without light, is there darkness? Without dark, is there light?

Photo #808: Deep DarknessLocation Taken: Near St. Louis, the Illinois shore of the Mississippi
Time Taken: November 2012

I wonder, what would be our primal fears if we weren’t so solidly reliant on our sense of sight?

The fear of the dark is a fairly common thing amongst us humans, after all. Take away our ability to see what’s nearby and we start quivering inside. Even someone like me, who lives a large amount of my life away from strong light sources, still fears the deepest darks.

But what if, say, our hearing was our strongest sense. Would we fear silence? Or if touch, anything that we could not reach?

And what of potential senses we do not have? If we could sense magnetic fields, read them as easily as we hear a bird calling, letting us know of any creature moving nearby, would we fear the sudden stillness in the field? And how would we treat those who were blind to the fields, would we consider them as impaired as we humans find those lacking sight?

  

The Cleanest, Purest White in Nature

Photo #807: Calcium WhiteLocation Taken: Yellowstone
Time Taken: October 2012

I do love how magnificently white this calcium carbonate is. Especially since it’s a fleeting thing. You see that darker stone in back? Same mineral, but with a touch of oxidization. As soon as the water stops flowing over the stone, it reacts with the air, turning into dull grey flakes. Quite different from the pebbly white it starts out as.

There’s probably some deeper lessons I can pull from this, perhaps something related to the color white and purity, or maybe how destructive oxygen is. But I just wrote “some” as “soom”, so I think I shall leave it at that and get some much-needed sleep.