Tuesday, January 25, 2011





Sea otters are my favorites animals in the world.  Most children carry around a blanket or a teddy bear.  I carried around a stuffed animal sea otter I got at the Tennessee Aquarium.  It is one of my life ambitions to hug a sea otter.  Also, to own it.





Yosemite National Park in California.  I've wanted to go to this park in California since a best friend went in middle school.


A manatee at Mote Marine Laboratory.  When I was nine, I used to want to be a marine biologist and made a point of going very far out into the ocean whenever my family visited the beach.  On the way down to St. George Island, there is an incredibly long stretch of land from which you can see the beach on the other side of some trees for about an hour before finally getting to a long bridge leading to the island.  I began counting the number of round, orange buoys bobbing out in the ocean and said to my mother, "That must be an incredibly large net out there."  She asked me what I was talking about.  I learned that day that those large buoys were not actually the top floaters of a large net keeping sharks and large sea creatures out of the human swim space.  I also learned, there is no such thing as a human swim space.
I abandoned the sciences forever.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Thomasville: The Home City



Super Old Cemetery - This old cemetery is one of the oldest in Thomasville. Most of the graves are old and crumbling, and the graves are from the 17-1800s with only a few in the 1900s. Among these members is one man who went to both Mercer University and Mercer Law.


The Big Oak - The Big Oak is an abnormally large oak tree that resides near Thomasville's historical downtown area. For those who have never visited Thomasville or never tried to climb on its many low-sweeping branches, the Big Oak is sort of a big deal. 362 years old, she is held together by steel wires to keep her stable. A semi driver once ignored a low height warning sign and plowed into one of her precious limbs. According to rumor, his license was taken away.  Whenever some part of her falls away due to age, natural disasters, or negligent drivers, Thomasvillian carpenters come out of the wood work -- quite literally -- and make small figurines out of the wood for tourists.


Thomas County Public Library - I have spent many hours here since I was very young. Mostly old people and school children attend this library, though the occasional middle-aged and young person find themselves within its walls. Many Thomasvillian old people who have no other way to spend their time are members of the Thomasville Library book club and enjoy swiping all new books off the shelves before my father can get to them. They are a force to be reckoned with. The staff of this library is unusually crotchety with the exception of three workers.


Downtown Thomasville - Many Thomasvillian housewives who have no better way to spend their days often enjoy venturing downtown during weekday afternoons to parade their brand-name clothing at one of Thomasville's many overpriced downtown boutiques. Typically donning Plantation wear, which can be found at Kevin's, the high-profile hunting goods store, these women, and occasionally their husbands and offspring, stroll downtown with their Thomasvillian Plantation hunting hounds, who wait patiently outside of stores attached to brand name leashes. There is, however, a nice book store called the Bookshelf, an overpriced corner antique store, and the best hotdog place of all time in this area (every item at this hotdog place is less than $1.50). This is a very clean street with the original brick cobblestone. Thomasvillians are typically aware that they will see people the know upon coming downtown; while this attracts some, others, like myself, avoid these locales specifically for that reason. Suburbans generally line the streets and, in the last two or three years, have begun to don small stickers in the shape of a white bone that reads, "My Dog Digs Thomasville."  During the Christmas season, a nighttime festivity called Victorian Christmas is held in the heart of downtown, lit by shop windows and street lamps, and certain civilians dedicated to this cause attire themselves in Victorian-era costumes, roaming amongst all their normally-clothed neighbors.  Food vendors from all around come and sell their goods, and 98% of the stores stay open until ten or eleven, when the event ends.


George & Louie's Seafood Restaurant - A reasonably-priced hamburger/seafood restaurant now owned by Louie, whose father George passed away a few decades ago. They play 40s music within the restaurant which looks like an old-fashioned seaside clubhouse. The medium cheeseburger is the best thing one could order.  

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A chloropleth map of Africa 
because my suitemate is going to Liberia this summer

A Dot Density Population Map of the United States
because I live here.