Usually, there’s some sort of disaster or point of contention to such an evening, but it all went swimmingly. It was nice out, so the kids put on roller skates and skated around on the back deck while I made dinner. Whilst there, they got the idea that we should eat outside, so they came back in and hauled out plates, utensils, etc., and pulled patio furniture out of the garage (all while wearing roller skates).
After a leisurely meal of mac n’ cheese, green beans and broccoli, I fetched my roller blades out of the basement and we took to the streets, a roving gang of (roller) skate punks. Slow moving skate punks that fall a lot.
We got home and did the required bed routine: Mission Control Tiger1 story, books, and regular story. After that, I left to work on Spanish homework while Rocketboy read a few books to Scout until she fell asleep, and then read a Far Side comic book until he crashed.
I’m still waiting for the other shoe to fall.
1 We do an ongoing puppet play every night, starring Mission Control Tiger, who sends Rocketboy and Scout’s puppet avatars2 off on dangerous missions they are sure to not return from. And yet they do.
2 Leo from Little Einsteins and Raggedy Ann, respectively.
S: Dad, I need to change my pajamas, I got milk on them.
Me: Okay. Go ahead.
S: But I can’t walk.
Me: Why not?
S: Because I’m pretending I’m a trophy.
The Ancestor’s Tale: A Pilgrimage to the Dawn of Evolution by Richard Dawkins
This is a Whole. Lot. Of. Book. It is an enormously detailed and well written depiction of what we know of evolution, written in analogy (?) to The Canterbury Tales.
The book starts with the now, and humans, though Dawkins bends over backwards to apologize for being human-centric, and notes we could have just as well started with a starfish, but few starfish are going to buy his book.
He then works backwards, stopping at “Rendezvous”, or major/interesting branch points in evolution. At each point, the ancestor that “joins” (in the working-backwards-through-time convention) the trunk of evolution we’re following tells a tale that highlights some aspect of natural selection and evolution. Each of the tales I found fascinating.
My favorite is of a particular bunch of lizards in California. I don’t have the book with me, so I can’t remember the names or exact location, but the basic premise is this: This bunch of lizards live around the rim of a valley; If you colored in the area where they live, it would look like a horseshoe. What is interesting about them is at the tips of the horseshoe, you have on one side the yellow lizards, and on the other tip the brown lizards (these colors are a simplification for storytelling purposes, the real difference in coloration is spotty and complicated). As you move around the horseshoe, the groups of lizards have different gradients of the colors between yellow and brown. Geographically, the yellow lizards “turn into” the brown ones as you travel around. Each group of lizards breed with their immediate neighbors, but the two tips of the horseshoe do not breed with each other, given the chance.
So, effectively, we have a geographic depiction of evolution and speciation. There were other examples of this, one involving seagulls I think, but I think the horseshoe example the most vivid.
This book took me about three years to read, I think. It’s not that it’s not good, or not readable, but there is so much information packed in this tome that it is hard to process. I had to be awake and alert to read it, lest I get lost in some of the details. Even when alert, I could get so lost in thought about a topic that I would have problems concentrating on the following one, and have to set it down for a while.