sturob wrote:Do people have so little faith in human ingenuity that we must postulate that things like the Pyramids in Egypt (or Mesoamerica), or crop circles, or whatever just HAVE to have been made by little green men or some wacky cosmic luftvortex? Isn't that a sad statement about humanity?
I was thinking something very similar a few minutes ago as I was walking through the family room to the kitchen, when I looked over and saw this:
My wife (who, by the way, never attended a day school in her life, till English classes in her late 40s) used to crochet, but couldn't understand the few pattern books I got her. So, we're at a friend's house, and they had these doilies and such with a sort of pineapple pattern on them. My wife taken one look at them and said, "That's nice. I think I can do that." At the end of the evening, as we walked out to the car, she said, "I know can do that." As soon as we got home, she got out her thread and hooks, and proceeded to do so--from nothing more than looking at them. When I asked how she did it, she said she didn't know. When I asked her to teach me, she couldn't analyze the process. She didn't count loops. In fact, she hardly seemed to be paying attention as she worked at it. (Based on the length of a roll of thread, multiplied the number of empty rolls in bunch of grocery bags, I once calculated that one of her crocheted bedspreads had about 5 miles of thread in it.)
She also worked out designs of her own. But she couldn't explain them--she just did them. It was like David Grier on guitar. She was a natural. (Makes me a little sad. Now only one hand operates, and she can't even remember what she had for lunch--or even that she did have lunch.)
(There are some closer details at
http://www.coastalfog.net/whistles/may2.jpg and
http://www.coastalfog.net/whistles/may3.jpg )
And here's a page from George Bain's
Celtic Art: The Methods of Construction (the Dover reissue):
I mean, the Picts had no more class than to paint themselves blue, but they apparently either figured out this kind of thing or, like my wife, did it intuitively. Personally, I think people are pretty cool critters.