"... naming involves much more than simply assigning a label to something that has already been identified. The act of naming is one of the central mysteries of human cognition — it is the visible tip of an iceberg whose depth below the surface of conscious thought we have only just begun to plumb. ..."In ages past, during the latter part of the last millennium, I found myself in college studying English literature. That's where and when I encountered Everyman (1. (Theatre) a medieval English morality play in which the central figure represents mankind, whose earthly destiny is dramatized from the Christian viewpoint). But the skiing gnome in question is not Everyman, nor even everyman. Who is he? What's his name? Certainly not Rumpelstiltskin! Remember Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?
“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”Was Shakespeare denying the significance of a name or emphasizing the beauty of Juliet?
Sigurd, the canoeing gnome
Photo by J. Harrington
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When the canoeing gnome arrived several years ago, a name was almost immediately obvious. He is named Sigurd, in honor of the Quetico-Superior wilderness advocate. A skiing gnome raised a more elusive naming challenge, almost of linguistic proportions. A short list of options was considered but none seemed to fit comfortably. Then began playing with not only words but with sounds. That brought a realization that there is a name, of ancient origin and known to me for most of my life, that sounds, and feels, as if it is a proper fit for our skiing gnome. The name is Noam, in honor of Noam Chomsky. So, today I'm pleased to introduce you to Noam the gnome, a skiing linguistic dissident, who fits in very comfortably around here in the North Country, especially this snow-covered season. There's no doubt in my mind that he and Sigurd will enjoy each other's company.
Noam, the skiing gnome
Photo by J. Harrington
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They Call the Mountain Carlos
By Ray Gonzalez
They call the mountain Carlos becauseit is brown, though its purple slopesat dusk suggest other names.Those who name it have to brandthe earth with something they know—a name, a face, even the heat that says"I know Carlos and he is the mountain.I am going to cover his eyes in light."They call its peak Carlos becauseit is the sharpest feature on the facethat stares south, watching peoplecross the border, pausing to catchtheir breath and meet the cliffs ofCarlos because he is there.When they ascend the canyons insidethe face, Carlos shifts and the climbersdiscover what he has done.The moving earth changes everythingand they are forced to stop playingthe game of naming a mountainthat keeps touching the sun.
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