Missouri has never looked so good … Dave Imus’ map of the United States recently won the “Best of Show” at the annual competition of the Cartography and Geographic Information Society.
Slate magazine calls Imus’ cartographic work of art, “The Greatest Paper Map Of The United States You’ll Ever See.”
“What I did different than anybody else who ever made a map of the United States was that I brought into focus… the basic geography,” Imus told Here & Now’s Robin Young. “People that read this map or look at it on the wall can understand and appreciate more deeply the character of the United States… the lay of the land.”
(Image: A map of Missouri. Courtesy Dave Imus, Imus Geographics.)
(via npr)
My parents came up from Missouri last weekend and we had a grand old time. Museums, tours, walks in the park, but mostly we just ate a lot and talked. Like all parents, mine are occasionally critical of my looks especially if I’ve purchased any new clothing or changed my hair since I was nine. However, with time, they’ve begun to mellow out some on that front. They try to be positive about things even when they’re inclined to believe that I look rather silly. My favorite example of this light (lightest) criticism:
Me: Oh, no. My hair dried strangely, I hate when it does that.
Mother: Oh, it looks fine dear, just a little wavy.
Me: You don’t think it makes me look like a spaniel?
Mother: Well…they’re beautiful dogs.
Don’t get me wrong. I love voting. I vote almost all of the time-in everything from primaries, midterm elections, to mayoral and presidential elections. Registering to vote was the first (and only celebratory) rite of passage I engaged in on my 18th birthday and both of my parents are in state government, so I actually have a vested interest in how Missouri politics turn out. However, today the Senate midterm elections took place and I did not vote. I couldn’t bring myself to vote for Roy Blunt, because he and his party go against most of the things I stand for, and I couldn’t vote for Robin Carnahan for personal reasons, therefore, a choice of the lesser of the two evils (what it usually comes down to) was not even an option. It’s been disheartening for me, not being able to participate in something I consider my civic duty, but I still plan to avidly watch the election results online. I’m not sure what else I can do. I suppose I’ll just have to plan and assess based on the results of this evening.
I’m going back to Missouri next week. My parents are going to Ireland for two weeks and I’m overlapping with them and dividing my time between when they’ll be there and when my brother will only be there. This post made me start thinking about my insane neighbors. It seems like there’s a few on every block, but Primrose Lane seems to be particularly saturated. One neighbors stands out, Mr. Vermeersh. He owned a tanning bed in his home and regularly got drunk and fought with his wife loudly and sometimes nude outside in their backyard or front garden. What I was most impressed by was his jogging habits. He always wore construction-bright colors (but usually pink) and would jog rather early in the morning with some sort of liquor in hand. Since we lived on a loop, I assume that he completed one loop he would set down his glass and continue his path throughout the rest of the neighborhood. Quite remarkable, really. Especially as I never noticed any broken glass on my street or the adjoining ones.


