The Curiosity Experiment continues…
Last night I attended a session on the rules of community media, a prerequisite to my eventual training in radio production. We were a mixed group and, this time, I wasn’t the only neophyte in the room. The community access nature of the enterprise really struck home: this is about giving the vast diversity that is us a way to be seen and heard. Very cool.
I came away with a deepened appreciation for what goes into the work — isn’t that always the way? so valuable to get a peek into what it takes to do what others make look easy — and a good sense of just how amateurish my efforts are.
Amateur is from the Latin amator, meaning lover — one who does something for the love of it. I can’t think of a better reason to keep trying.
This week’s effort incorporates a few lessons learned about pace and diction, but no background sound track since I couldn’t seem to get that together. Lots of room for improvement, but a learning experience nonetheless…
Listen to Curiosity Journal #2 – Wonder. [2 minutes]
Transcript: When I was in college, if you took a psychology class you were a guinea pig – you had to participate in research as a course requirement. As requirements go, it wasn’t much of a burden. It might be time-consuming, but it was almost always interesting. I liked speculating about what they were really trying to learn…
In one study, an interviewer threw out emotion words — sad, happy, jealous — and we were supposed to come up with as many specific childhood memories as we could that fit that category. (This was definitely one of those time consuming experiments.)
I had memories for each word, pretty readily accessible, none too traumatic. Then she threw out “wonder” and it was like a dam broke. The stories just poured out, one after another and another. A lot of memories – more than any other category, by far.
When we got to the end of the formal interview, the grad student looked a little overwhelmed and wondered aloud if there was any way to maybe shorten the whole process. So we talked about that, too.
I’ll confess right here that I suspect that conversation was the real subject of study in this experiment, but I’ll never know.
What I do know is the experience got me thinking about wonder and why it was I had so many related memories. Was wonder in my nature? Had it been it nurtured? Could it be?
I believe we are born curious. We come into the world wanting to know more. We’re naturally interested, maybe even awe-struck, by what we see and learn.
If everything goes according to plan, someone cultivates those gifts and keeps enlarging our world.
If everything goes according to plan, the wonders never cease.