Yes, personal finance is important to teach in school, but teaching this gives young people the ability to keep the sense of wonder they’re born with. It’s the deepest answer to, “When will we ever use this?” for topics that don’t (seem to) have an immediate use. You never know what learning you’ll use in your life.

As an expert in technology all I ever see when I’m walking around places with technology is how fucking terrible it all is. It’s never wonderful.

This reminds me of the time I went camping with my cousin, we picked a campsite that is about halfway for both of us and when we get there and setup this blue jay comes flying by and lands on our table and my cousin and his wife are going crazy, they do bird watching as a hobby and were stoked to see the blue jay.

I felt so odd because we have so many at our place to the point they lay eggs in our bushes and they wake us up with their calls and it’s weird to think that only a few hours away from the campsite where my cousin lives they don’t have any

From the author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Inside of a Dog and The Year of the Puppy, this “elegant and entertaining” (The Boston Globe) explanation of how humans perceive their environments “does more than open our eyes…opens our hearts and minds, too, gently awakening us to a world-in fact, many worlds-we’ve been missing” (USA TODAY).

Alexandra Horowitz shows us how to see the spectacle of the ordinary-to practice, as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle put it, “the observation of trifles.” Structured around a series of eleven walks the author takes, mostly in her Manhattan neighborhood, On Looking features experts on a diverse range of subjects, including an urban sociologist, the well-known artist Maira Kalman, a geologist, a physician, and a sound designer. Horowitz also walks with a child and a dog to see the world as they perceive it. What they see, how they see it, and why most of us do not see the same things reveal the startling power of human attention and the cognitive aspects of what it means to be an expert observer.

Page by page, Horowitz shows how much more there is to see-if only we would really look. Trained as a cognitive scientist, she discovers a feast of fascinating detail, all explained with her generous humor and self-deprecating tone. So turn off the phone and other electronic devices and be in the real world-where strangers communicate by geometry as they walk toward one another, where sounds reveal shadows, where posture can display humility, and the underside of a leaf unveils a Lilliputian universe-where, indeed, there are worlds within worlds within worlds.

From the author of the #1 New York Times mega-bestseller Inside of a Dog comes an equally smart, delightful, and startling exploration of how we perceive our surroundings. You are missing at least eighty percent of what is happening around you right now. You are missing what is happening in your body, in the distance, and right in front of you. In reading these words, you are ignoring an unthinkably large amount of information that continues to bombard all of your senses. The hum of the fluorescent lights; the ambient noise in the room; the feeling of the chair against your legs or back; your tongue touching the roof of your mouth; the tension you are holding in your shoulders or jaw; the constant hum of traffic or a distant lawnmower; the blurred view of your own shoulders and torso in your peripheral vision; a chirp of a bug or whine of a kitchen appliance. Hidden in Plain Sight begins with inattention. It is not meant to help you focus on your reading of Tolstoy; it is not about how to multitask. It is not about how to avoid falling asleep at a lecture or during your grandfather’s tales of boyhood misadventures. Rather, it is about attending to the joys of the unattended, the perceived “ordinary.” Horowitz encourages us to rediscover the extraordinary things that we are missing in our ordinary activities. Even when engaged in the simplest of activities—taking a walk around the block—we pay so little attention to most of what is right before us that we are sleepwalkers in our own lives. So turn off the phone and portable electronics and get into the real world, where you’ll find there are worlds within worlds within worlds.

Snagged it! via library’s free Hoopla (like Libby)

Damn I’m reading that asap

Graphic designer (vaguely aware of typography). I’d love to see what city block they walked through, because walking through a city block mostly makes me feel annoyed at the amateur typography on display. Papyrus, Brush Script MT, Curlz, Comic Sans, and Algerian, all just out there in the wild, doing whatever the fuck they’re doing.

So all I have to do to appreciate the things around me is become a world renowned expert in something super specific.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. No problem.

getting into plants was like this for me but only in natural areas because the vast majority of human placed plants in my area are non-native. like just living here is not enough, they need to do settler-colonialism with the plants too.

Thanks for the recommendation! Will add this to my reading list.

this is true. every place is full of wonderful stuff!!! you just have to see and explore everything carefully!! you could find a huge amount of awesome and very nice things

Well I like video games; why are so many videos games shit in recent years? 🤔

The flesh-eating bacterium that’s infected your pancreas is a truly remarkable specimen, but you’re too much like “oh GOD, my INSIDES!” to appreciate it.

I’m this with urban planning and let me tell you folks, that one’s not endearing to other people

i wasn’t really taught this as a kid but somehow i still hang on to that natural wonder of seemingly “normal” things like typography on a sign or the root systems of various types of trees.

never go away, innate curiosity

I generally like Edgar Allan Poe, but this meme is why “Sonnet - To Science” is a bad take. (EDIT: Sorry I can’t figure out how to format it correctly here)

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!

Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.

Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,

Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,

Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?

Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,

And driven the Hamadryad from the wood

To seek a shelter in some happier star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,

The Elfin from the green grass, and from me

The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?