I make maps to understand what it means to be blind, and a flaneur . Those ideas are elusive destinations. Think of them as streets you can wander along with me. Start with the first post, ![Fog at Isle Royale [Source: wildmengoneborneo.com]](../wp-content/uploads/2008/04/isle_royale_fog.jpg "Fog at Isle Royale [Source: wildmengoneborneo.com]")
"Brendan, this is what the world looks like all the time to me. Just a little fog. It’s a fine day for boating on the Great Lakes.” Without missing a stroke he turned to dart a skeptical glance at me. Brendan the Navigator. When we named him I didn’t tell his mother everything the legendary Irish name implied. But I imagined him taking on the role of navigator for me. Growing up with Coastal Survey charts and tales of Great Lakes shipwrecks, he came to know Superior as another home. He never doubted the wisdom of canoeing there with a father who was half blind. 
If there is an emerging genetic underclass, I could run for class president or class clown. Read more in 
![Charlotte Casiraghi in a red dress. [Source: Stylophile]](../wp-content/uploads/2008/02/charlotte_casiraghi_red_dress.jpg "Charlotte Casiraghi in a red dress. [Source: Stylophile]")
When I figured out who Charlotte Casiraghi was, I realized that I once sent a poem to her mother. 
Poet and street artist Miss Tic isn't exactly a kid in a hoodie with a can of spray paint. Maybe she can still run like hell when the police show up, but can she sprint in high heels? Well-known in international avant-garde circles, her work is exhibited now at the Venice Biennale as well as the alleys of Paris. 
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September 17, 2023 at 3:51pm
by Mark Willis We do tornadoes in Ohio. Usually they come and go before you know one is in the neighborhood. So it was a surprise Sunday when the remnants of Hurricane Ike arrived with winds exceeding 75 mph. It was surreal — the sun was shining, the wind was blasting, trees were snapping, and it went on for 7 hours. When it had passed, two million homes in Ohio had lost power. My village was totally blacked out for the first time in my memory. Three days later, the electricity is still off at my house. As a result, the blog is likely to be an intermittent flicker for the near future.
Updated 092008: Most houses in the village, including mine, had electricity again by Thursday night. When I walked to the grocery then, I saw that the uprooted oak tree (above) had been cut into sections and removed from the roof of the house around the corner. Maybe it was the evening breeze, but I felt a sense of relief across the village as life settled down again. See more photos from the Yellow Springs News.
I worked on a crew that put a new standing seam metal roof on this house in 1980. According to oral tradition, the house was built shortly after the Civil War by a general in one of the Ohio regiments who came here from Cincinnati.
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