Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Asking for directions
When on the observation raft over the Kitch-iti-kipi (turn the wheel and it slowly rides back and forth along the cable) one vacationing teacher joked that men don't ask for directions. I suddenly realized that it was her fault. We're carefully taught to do the problems first before looking up the answers in the back of the book.
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You write it humorously, but there’s something to that. There is a joy in figuring something out on your own which is pleasant enough to make the risk of getting there later worth it. I think it matters greatly how much control one has, though. It’s much more fun when you are the one holding the wheel.
This is a good spot for me to link back to my wayfinding series, for those readers who like thinking about this stuff.
http://assistantvillageidiot.blogspot.com/2011/09/recent-conversations-wayfinding.html
I do it a lot, including a number of blog posts: try to figure it out and then go look it up. It's fun.
Let me make a link out of that:
http://assistantvillageidiot.blogspot.com/2011/09/recent-conversations-wayfinding.html
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