Friday, November 25, 2016
In one of my English classes at the college, we are studying censorship. The students will be assigned a research paper on the subject. For starters, we have been discussing why so many literary works appear on both "greatest books ever written" lists and "works most often censored" lists. Lewis Carroll's great works are prime examples. I wonder to this day if my grandmother's gifts of Alice and Through the Looking Glass are responsible for my life-long and still-evolving maverick approach to all school subjects and my attitudes about most of what we call pubic education.
When Carroll composed the scene of Alice in conversation with the caterpillar, I wonder if he intuitively knew that we would eventually discover that the fungi are more closely related to animals than to plants. When I first read this in first grade, I didn't know what a hookah was except that it was obviously the smoking device the caterpillar was using. I already knew smoking was unhealthy and was never really tempted, even during those prime years when most young people get hooked. I knew nothing of psychedelic experiences. However, I had a vivid imagination, and often imagined myself being of different sizes, strengths, and in different relationships to my surroundings - parents, friends, enemies, teachers, etc. I look back on those early years with fondness - years when grandma gave me many books I was not ready for - the poetry of Longfellow, novels of Robert Louis Stevenson, novels and poetry of Kipling, etc. Grandma believed in challenging young people - an educational process now tantamount to child abuse in some areas. I'll have much more to say on this subject in what I hope will be a serialized narrative on my life-long relationship with education as a student, a parent, and a teacher of students from elementary through college levels. My tentative operating title is I'm glad I never went to kindergarten. For now, let's look at what I did on Thanksgiving morning.
When I was a kid, we'd play Twenty Questions on rainy days. The first question was always "animal, vegetable, or mineral?" Back then, fungi were plants, and no one ever thought of fungi during that game anyway. Well, fungi are no longer plants. They are Fungi. And there are plenty of kids today who know that not every tangible object is necessarily animal, vegetable, mineral, or fungus. Take lichens for example, which many people incorrectly call moss, and which in any case are a symbiotic pairing of algae and fungi. Miscegenation, perhaps?
That's all for now except to mention that the only unpleasant part of this excursion was encountering the most dog poop I've seen anywhere in our national forest. Very disturbing. Every time I got down on the ground to get a close-up, I had to dodge dog poop. Among other things, that brought to mind the problem of giardia.
That being said, I really respect the fungi - they'll clean it all up, with some help from bacteria.