The Secret Language of Maps: How to Tell Visual Stories with Data by Carissa Carter Free download, EPUB, 22 MB: https://wz.d-ld.net/5da0c54766 Notice: free download for educational purposes only. Not for commercial use. For commercial use, buy The Secret Language of Maps: How to Tell Visual Stories with Data (Kindle edition or paperback) on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3Epxjp8 About Maps aren't just geographic, they are also infographic and include all types of frameworks and diagrams. Any figure that sorts data visually and presents it spatially is a map. Maps are ways of organizing information and figuring out what's important. Even stories can be mapped! The Secret Language of Maps provides a simple framework to deconstruct existing maps and then shows you how to create your own. An embedded mystery story about a woman who investigates the disappearance of an old high school friend illustrates how to use different maps to make sense of all types of information. Colorful illustrations bring the story to life and demonstrate how the fictional character's collection of data, properly organized and "mapped," leads her to solve the mystery of her friend's disappearance. You'll learn how to gather data, organize it, and present it to an audience. You'll also learn how to view the many maps that swirl around our daily lives with a critical eye, aware of the forces that are in play for every creator. Welcome to The Secret Language of Maps! At the Stanford d.school, design is a verb. It’s an attitude to embody and a way to work. The core of that work is trying, to the best of one’s abilities, to help things run more smoothly, delight more people, and ease more suffering. This holds true for you, too—whether design is your profession or simply a mindset you bring to life. Founded in 2005 as a home for wayward thinkers, the d.school was a place where independent-minded people could gather, try out ideas, and make change. A lot has shifted in the decade or so since, but that original exuberant and resourceful attitude is as present today as it was then. Our series of guides is here to offer you the same inventiveness, insight, optimism, and perseverance that we champion at the d.school. Like a good tour guide, these handbooks will help you find your way through unknown territory and introduce you to some fundamental ideas that we hope will become cornerstones in your creative foundation. Learn to build inclusive communities in Design for Belonging. Uncover surprising opportunities in Navigating Ambiguity. And in this book, learn how to decode hidden meaning and tell compelling stories with data. A Mystery Story - Chapter I Marion Marlow wondered if the giant plastic fish hook slung over the left side of her lower lip enjoyed sucking every bit of moisture from her mouth. It was tethering her to the moment through the symphony of dental care. Where do you look when you’re at the dentist? Do you stare at the roof? Close your eyes? Follow the creases in the assistant’s face? When you’re wearing the suction, are you supposed to keep up a conversation? Marion tested three landing points for her eyes, then let them settle on the masked face of Emily Romero. Twenty-five years before, Emily was just the crazy younger sister of Marion’s best friend, Julie. Emily skipped class, blew cigarette smoke at smoke detectors, and spent most of 1995 sitting on bumpers in the parking lot of Burke High School, talking about Kurt Cobain. Now Dr. Emily Romero suggested that Marion close her eyes and “just relax while I’m polishing.” It was supposed to be me, thought Marion. Me or Julie. The older girls. The ones who tried. We were the ones destined to be the world-savers. Or at least we’d be the lawyers, the professors, the presidents, the ones envied by everyone for their achievements…the dentists. Back then, she’d never considered the possibility that she might not win in life. But at this point in her life she hadn’t even earned a participation ribbon. Should I ask about Julie? Would Emily want to talk about her? Should I sound casual or concerned? Does Emily blame me? It’d been so long since the day that Julie had disappeared. Marion and Julie were both home in New England for the holiday break from their first year of college. Those were lonely times. Neither one had made a friend in college who lived up to the standard they’d each set for the other. Julie should have studied history or poetry and surrounded herself with books and been an academic, but impractical wasn’t in her budget. She slogged through a semester of business classes and arrived home on break ready to retire. Marion had the luxury of choice but was as awkward as an aardvark in the ocean. She didn’t know how to fit in—she always felt like she was treading water outside of the real conversations. Julie had always been her raft. On January 6, 1996, just after 11 p.m., Julie and Marion cut through the snowy woods to their old high school. The door by the smokers’ corner could always be opened with a Swiss Army knife. There was no deadbolt; just slide the blade between the double doors and depress the lock. It would always pull open. The halls smelled the same—a mix of that shiny textbook paper and potato chips. Sitting next to the D-block lockers, they were back in the nest. A set of keys hit the ground way down the hall. Someone backed out of the teachers’ lounge and pulled the door shut. The person pivoted right toward Marion and Julie, then stared at them for a breath. On the inhale the person started to run right toward them. Marion and Julie froze in place on the linoleum. No fight-or-flight instincts materialized. Marion was sure they’d been caught. The gust of air from the runner’s draft smelled like cold air and exercise. The runner was all in black, a knit mask and boots, an envelope under one arm, steps quick, gaze unwavering. Julie and Marion remained immobilized until the smokers’ door slammed. Then they mimed a swift agreement to follow the runner. They rushed downstairs and saw the dark figure disappear down the same path they’d taken from the snowy woods.