Monday, January 21, 2008

Back on the Map

I love maps, always have. I tore through atlases as a kid, loved globes -- even now, I spend way too much of my money buying another map of Central/Eastern Europe in order to plan the route of a hypothetical trip. I seek out old maps of Atlanta to see what's changed. Stick a map or an atlas in front of me and I'm transfixed.

When I was a kid, my Mom passed on her old college atlas, which had a few (to me) oddities -- she went to college in the early '60s, around the time of the major African push for independence, so the borders and names of those nations were very much in flux. I found that fascinating.

Less easy to explain: the book had a couple of maps of fictional locations -- maps of Treasure Island (I think - may have been Robinson Crusoe's island) and Atlantis. They were played pretty straight, so being kind of literal, I took them as gospel. And so when a teacher referred to Atlantis as not real, I took umbrage, and brought in the atlas as proof. Don't remember if this teacher was the same beleagured person who had to deal with my anger over another kid's name.

This is all a long-winded way of getting around to my current favorite site -- Strange Maps. It's been around for a year and a half, I guess, and it's a tragedy that it's taken me this long to find it. I've occupied the greater part of the last two days hunting through the archives, enjoying every post.

3 comments:

Brushback said...

Hey, that Strange Maps site is cool.

And Slap Shot references are always funny.

gsdgsd13 said...

Given my brainpower of late, Slap Shot references are the upper limit of the humor I can achieve.

There was a time, once, when we (in our little isolated Tucson straight-edge scene) really did believe that Choke et al went around beating up drinkers and drug users.

With hockey sticks.

Brushback said...

Choke did hit a girl with his hockey stick once, at one of the earliest Slap Shot shows. His excuse was that she was bumping into their instruments, or messing with his mic cord, or something stupid like that.