On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I get it, it's funny, right?

I screwed up my mountains.

That puts me in a league of other geographical mishaps, including (infamously), Fox News' blunder:

(I will never screw up the location of Egypt, for the record.)

And I still don't think I'm as bad off as Ann Curry's similar mistake.

Maybe if there were more maps in South Africa, I wouldn't have made this mistake.

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