Oh hi hello there. I'm Mallory Blair. I am a 23-year-old New Yorker, spending most of my time making Small Girls PR run.
Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
Map-Making
Napoleon said you have to
enter Italy like a boot,
it can’t be taken by sea, but
did he know it looked like a boot?
Did people really walk around the coast of things
remembering left, straight, left left,
to construct endearing blueprints-
a single line akin to lightning:
“A Day’s Length of Italy,”
and send it to their colleagues walking
Spanish, English, Chinese beaches?
Is this how maps were made?
When the first photo of earth
taken from outer-space was
developed, did they sigh and say,
“I knew it looked like a boot”?
And was that the sort of sigh I made
when your tongue found my ear?
