Scents

Jesus apparently needs steel I-beams to bear the sins of the world.

How 21st century: I got locked out of my house, so while I waited to get let in, I sat on the front steps and used my wireless internet being broadcast from inside.

(northwest is up)

Drawn from memory, after my cognitive neuroscience proseminar was discussing spatial representation in the hippocampus. I got it pretty much right except the scales are somewhat exaggerated around Anna’s house and i screwed up the Montgomery Ave curve – it should be parallel to Lancaster farther east.

I mostly did this by listing off intersections one by one and thinking “ok, what comes into this intersection, what will it have to connect to, what will it have to be between” … once I satisfied all the constraints, the map pretty much drew itself. Amazingly, Old Gulph Road isn’t as scary and complex as it seems, if you just take it section by section.

For comparison, Google Map of the area.

D: Right, so you’d create a clone of him, only without a tongue.
S: Wow. A man without a tongue? What couldn’t he do?
D: […]
S: I retract that statement.

I’ve been reading bits and pieces of George R. R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series to Sarah. Somehow I think she’s gotten the wrong idea:

My image of these books is like, some guy, wandering forlornly across the frozen tundra, until he comes across a clan composed entirely of eleven-year-old girls. He impregnates half of them, then is spontaneously attacked and killed by a wolf.