This dude has experienced my darkest nightmare and lived to tell the tale.
Very interesting. It's always fascinating to look at old maps and see how the events and attitudes of the times are reflected through them. People finding their way through literal and figurative space. I think theres a parallel between Google Maps and the Hereford Mappa Mundi, in that they are each informed by the most important and all all consuming feature of their times, in the Hereford Mappa Mundi's case, it would be Christianity, and todays Google Maps, it would be money.
I disagree that Googles maps are driven solely by commerce though. Its obviously the number one reason they exist, and are even possible, but I also believe in Google's stated intention to catalog all the worlds information, and theres something noble about trying to do something that absurdly difficult. You need to believe it will be useful to people (and not just a money maker) to even attempt it. I should add that I have worked at Google, on said maps, so I'm both biased and speaking from experience.
Anyways, maps are cool.
On Martin Scorsese Will Keep Making 'Goodfellas' Until Everyone In America Who Was Alive In 1991 Apologizes
Like its not bad enough we have to live amongst these d-bags, now we're expected to pay $12.50 for the pleasure of spending two additional hours with them?
@shannowhamo Sex on the Beaches are just as reviled I think, but for different reasons. If ordering a Long Island Iced Tea makes you look like a tasteless idiot who just wants to get wasted, ordering a Sex on the Beach will make you look like a tasteless idiot who is also a total lightweight. (That said, people should really just drink whatever the hell they want. Cocktails aren't a window to the soul.)
I used to work at a nice cocktail bar in Soho that attracted a mix of locals and European tourists. In five years, absolutely every person that ever ordered a LI Iced Tea was french and male, and they all acted like they were about to partake in some sort of local delicacy. Apparently young frenchmen got the idea somewhere that Long Island iced teas are the bagels/pizza of booze and must be experienced when visiting New York. Lord knows how the rest of their evenings went, poor things.
Yeah, well Apple maps is still showing it as existing, so take your pick.
Sounds right. I've been told i'm funny. And I KNOW i'm easy.
I will never, ever grow tired of hearing about "sons [named] Denim and Bowie."
As I was reading her letter, I was really hoping that LW1 would get called out for basically being a total crazypants who has her priorities way out of whack, and Polly did not disappoint. Sounds like she just wants drama, and to feel bad for herself, and being on again off again with a sexy lunatic is a means to that end.
I went to the Marrakech Film Festival once as a journalist as well, about six years ago, and it was indeed bizarre. It felt like being in a weird, temporary bubble, while the general population went about their (mostly poverty stricken) lives and we ate free food and drank free champagne their king (their KING!) provided to us. Also, Roman Polanski was there, which was sort of like seeing a unicorn. Good, strange times.