I’m prepping for my courses right now and came across the following:
The process of quantification does not make science precise; it really does the opposite, omitting some aspects of the situation and concentrating on only one (Brannon, 208, p 23 ).
I find it interesting that we often set science aside, put it on a pedestal. But we do this, focusing on one aspect and ignoring other parts, all the time. There is only so much that we can process, take in for any given moment, any given subject.
So what leads us to focus our attention on that one aspect of a situation? Of course, that is something that many different fields of study, from psychology to anthropology to biology and chemistry, have all tried to discern from their particular points of view.
It’s interesting to look at individual differences even in one family. For instance, my brother and I are very different, though only 16 months apart in age. He is a farmer in North Dakota, relishes his red meat, diesel engines, and has some talent drawing and painting. I am college teacher who is a vegetarian, wishes she could find a good solution to get away from cars, and can barely draw stick figures. Same parents, same schools, even some of the same teachers.
Was there a particular moment that led me to feeling so passionately about the environment, that led to a love of making things with my hands, or was it a conglomerate of experiences? And do I feel that the two are connected, related? YES! Or I try to make them so:
I do have a moment in my history that I consider a defining, or life-course moment. I think I was four or so (not really sure) and I remember my father waking me up, bringing me downstairs and having me watch “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” with him. For those of you unfamiliar, it is a musical (and my favorite). Why was that so important? That moment instilled in me a love of musicals, which through a winding course of events, led me to meet L1. (happy note: I just asked him if he liked that I liked that movie and he said, “Of course! That’s why I met you. 🙂 ) Do any of you have moments like that you’d be willing to share? (please?!)
Is being “imprecise” a bad thing, then? That is, is our focus, our attention to one aspect of things while ignoring others a disadvantage? I think there are many ways in which we could argue both sides of this. For today, I’m going to relish in what is my own imprecision. Those moments of imprecision have led to me to a good life.