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Feb. 8th, 2007 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneIf you're a map junky like I am, I worry for you. I mean seriously, my childhood was fuddup by it. I usually didn't feel right unless I was looking at or drawing a map. I was so grateful when I started masturbating because pr0n may be unsafe for work and school but it's plausible to explain staring at something for a half hour by saying "I was lookin' at muff".
While it's socially acceptable to be caught reading a map, you can never be hip or even come off sane when you say "I was staring at the line maps for the New York Subway and dreaming of trips to take". You just get older and declare that you're cool with yourself that you have this miserably unhip need.
I used to creep![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaggalagirl out a little when I would fall asleep with a road atlas in my hands. She had serious problems reading maps, so I took a long time helping her to understand how to use one. She had a very hard time with orientation, so I let her feel comfortable with having no clue where she is in the real world and just to get the relative nature of map reading.
I mention this because of a link I got from a collection of wonderful things today. It's The Interstate System as a pure junction set. Rawk! This satisfies my soul in so many ways. I went color-negative on the reds and made it my work desktop.
What is it about maps? It's difficult to answer that. The Freudian interpretation is that it's an anal complex -- paths, ways, specifics. That's especially true of the subway maps I dearly love: a train in a tube. Thinking of it that way used to scare me until I realized "yeah, I do have shit that makes me get anal. Pretending I don't won't help."
I guess it's the feeling of modernity, of progress, of connectivity. Once there are fixed paths from a variety of places to each other, there is a sense of growth and civilization.
That or it's just about dookie. I hope it's not dookie. That's too devolutionary for my scene.
-mmmmmaybe I went too far with this line of reasoning, Dante
While it's socially acceptable to be caught reading a map, you can never be hip or even come off sane when you say "I was staring at the line maps for the New York Subway and dreaming of trips to take". You just get older and declare that you're cool with yourself that you have this miserably unhip need.
I used to creep
chaggalagirl out a little when I would fall asleep with a road atlas in my hands. She had serious problems reading maps, so I took a long time helping her to understand how to use one. She had a very hard time with orientation, so I let her feel comfortable with having no clue where she is in the real world and just to get the relative nature of map reading.I mention this because of a link I got from a collection of wonderful things today. It's The Interstate System as a pure junction set. Rawk! This satisfies my soul in so many ways. I went color-negative on the reds and made it my work desktop.
What is it about maps? It's difficult to answer that. The Freudian interpretation is that it's an anal complex -- paths, ways, specifics. That's especially true of the subway maps I dearly love: a train in a tube. Thinking of it that way used to scare me until I realized "yeah, I do have shit that makes me get anal. Pretending I don't won't help."
I guess it's the feeling of modernity, of progress, of connectivity. Once there are fixed paths from a variety of places to each other, there is a sense of growth and civilization.
That or it's just about dookie. I hope it's not dookie. That's too devolutionary for my scene.
-mmmmmaybe I went too far with this line of reasoning, Dante
