The Parable of the Messy Map
My job, for most of the past six weeks, has been to align cryptic old maps with existing digital data, so that points labeled in small, blurry fonts can be entered into a database. I am not going to show actual screenshots of my work – even if I gave away no useful information to the opposing legal team, it would be bad luck – but here is an artist’s impression:
Extracting information from this pathetic excuse for a usable map is, in fact, a learned skill. I only realized this a couple of weeks ago, when I sat down with the company’s graphic designer to show her how to do what I was doing. She was impressed at my ability to rapidly find relevant landmarks in the Pollockian heap of worms and pink spaghetti on my screen.
While we were going over the technical details, she made an offhand comment about turning the different image layers different colors, instead of looking at several layers of gray on gray. That’s not hard to do, but the relevant knob is squirreled away under a couple of option panels; I showed her where it was and turned my base map light blue, as an example.
And lo, my life became much easier.
Learning to work with a poorly-designed system is kind of a waste of effort.
If you put Edward Tufte in an empty pot, and slowly add chartjunk, will he leap out before he is boiled alive?