I love maps*

Loved this map of Paris from a Slate editor contributor article something or other. I'm not sure it gives you all the information you need, but it definitely makes an effort at communicating the information that you want, which is the most important thing about any map.

Side note: When I went to Paris with my friend Jeff he was in charge of finding us a place to stay. One night only, should be easy, right? He ended up doing some social networking and finding a friend of a friend who was, and I am not kidding, a North African drug dealer that lived in Montmartre. (Thus attesting to this maps accuracy, then and now.) As it happens the N. African D. Dealer was too busy to host us so we had to go with Plan B: a different socially-networked med school student who was a pleasant combination of 1. not a drug dealer, and 2. ridiculously good looking. So that worked out.


*Actually true.

Allow me to retort

Got some feedback on the frat-dick post. (Scroll down and scan for douchebaggery - you can't miss it.)

My responses are embedded below...

1) Your friends are dead ringers - i'm mean DEAD RINGERS - for the ADPi's at cal
The ADPis at UCSB were pretty strong when I left college, but not as good as they were when I got there. Their heyday was the early- to mid-90's. The girls in the photo are definitely not on par with the rest of the house - makes sense if you consider that I'm in it too.

2) you smoked? is that weed?
Apparently so because it seemed to go with the costume and haircut, and no, it's a cigarette. Here's a shot of me lighting up in a Paris cafe several years later. When in Rome, &tc.

3) i find myself torn between feelings of revulsion and unwavering adulation. your commitment is veering me towards unwavering adulation.
Even if you're repulsed (as I am) you have to appreciate the commitment to the enterprise (as I do).