When An Article Gets Reduced to Blog Form

I was supposed to write an article for a publication. But then it evolved into a blog post. Then I was supposed to write about my inability to write an article. But then, you know, Romeo beat me to it. Then I was supposed to finish this post, but then I don't know what happened to this. I was supposed to come up with a topic that I liked, that I really wanted to write about. Sadly, I couldn't really get it together. I'm not sure if it's because I've been reading only scientific journals the past weeks, or because I just haven't practiced much, or because maybe I just am not that talented enough. Okay, before we get too existentialist about things, let's just continue with what I was starting to write about. Let's just talk about something really mundane. Say, maps.

I like maps.

They remind me of my (not so) closet nerdiness and the comfort of having a sense of direction. Not too many people like maps, unfortunately. It's a daunting spatial intelligence test for some. Admittedly, my spatial intuitiveness is barely above average, and I do interpret maps like a girl (i.e. like being in first-person shooting game. Think Counterstrike.). But I still like maps, though not in an I'm-sooo-good-with-this-shizz kind of way.

My mother was a huge geography nerd, and a lot of my childhood memories consisted of her quizzing me on and pointing out countries on a world map. That and getting lost in the mall (That had nothing to do with maps, or spatial intelligence--I was a very curious kid, and I wandered a lot.). I was a huge nerd when I was a kid. I remember my dad always pitting me against this certain officemate's son."Oh you know Peewee goes to PAREF and he can actually name all the countries' capitals. What can YOU do?" Thanks dad. Pressure does make up most of my formative years. Maps equals competitiveness. And competitiveness made up a huge chunk of little me, which also carried on to present me.

Anyway, I'm no map expert, nor am I a cartography enthusiast. But I get tingles whenever I see a map, I interpret it, and understand it. It's one of my few little happy geeky things. I think I just revisited that because of my feasib's site analysis thing. See, we had to get topographical data about our selected site, along with subsoil conditions and other physical characteristics of our selected area. Hence, the map hunting and the map reading and this map post. I like maps. Helpful little buggers, those are. Maps have the decency to tell you where you are, where you ought to go, what route's the more efficient way, how rugged the terrain is, which mountains you have to avoid, how long it takes for you to get from point A to point B. I'm sure I'm not the only person who has wished at least once that life had a map.
But then again, life isn't two-dimensional.



Damn. I should really get myself together, and start writing. Muse or no muse, inspiration or none. Seriously.