Thursday, January 27, 2011

Mapping with a fresh perspective


For someone who has never paid much attention to maps, getting to look at a variety of city maps in class was definitely an eye opening experience. When I first engaged with the maps (specifically the Edmonton crime map) I imagine my way of going about it was much like other peoples’: check out my neighborhood and then compare. I would click around and move on. However when we took the time to analyze them in class I was forced to ask myself questions that had eluded me at first: what was being left out? What was being highlighted, and why did the cartographer choose to do so? I found that when I stopped to ask myself these questions they became much more interesting.

To no surprise I found the creative cartography projects to be much more enticing. Instead of straightforward statistics these maps seek to draw connections between the places and the people that interact with them. My favorites were Hitotoki classic maps, the Stockport Emotion map and the New York sound map (I now have the most overwhelming urge to go back to New York). In Lucy Lippard’s work she posits that places shape us, and likewise we inform the places around us. For myself, attaching memories and personal anecdotes to a place bring it life and give someone a “real” feel for the space. I’m left wondering what it would look like if traditional statistical maps of Edmonton were combined with an emotion map. Would peoples’ reactions to stimuli correspond to the preconceived assumptions about the different areas of the city?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

My Edmonton


It’s a strange feeling when you realize you are a stranger to your own city. I have lived in Edmonton all of my life. In the same house, same community, hell I’ve even had the same bedroom. For something in my life that seems to have remained so constant it’s startling to acknowledge how foreign I am to the city in its entirety. 

During a class of my English course on “writing the local” another student suggested that for people who come from small towns, they tend to place boundaries on the city to make it more manageable. Bringing the small town to the big city. I can’t use the excuse of hailing from a small town, but I do this on a daily basis anyways.

If I were to list where I go it would look something like this:
1)   Whyte Ave. The general hangout for my chums and me. We go there to shop, have lunch, people watch at Starbucks, and if I’m ever out for drinks (a rare sighting indeed) I’ll most likely be at O’Byrne’s.
2)   Downtown/City Centre. I work downtown and am thus obliged to spend a lot of time there.
3)   South Common. The boyfriend has moved around a lot exposing me to different areas of the city and I must admit I prefer the south side. The north end freaks me out. Can’t explain it. Just does.  

I have found that I can navigate the places I frequent like the back of my hand, but anywhere that deviates from my general route and I’m hopelessly lost (clearly explains the GPS I got for Christmas). I find it strange that when I’m in a different city I enjoy the notion of getting lost. Adventure awaits. Why can’t I feel that sense of adventure at home?