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You can't make up anything any more. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.


There is one pastime that is making extreme headway into our present lives - for both Henry and Ezra - that is, of course, puzzles. Here Henry reconstructs Africa for us, mired deep in the Congo Basism trying to sort out the difference between São Tomé and Príncipe and Gabon.

Dare I say it, but our Henry already has a firmer grasp on geography than 98% of adult Australians!

Comments

Roddy said…
Don't forget that 99.98% of Australians don't have you as their father.
prashant said…
I second that Roddy.

By the way Kris, Happy Birthday 45 minutes in advance.

Enjoy your day with the family and do put up a birthday cap for sure! :-)
Julie said…
Wow! That means that Kris has about 4,000 offspring! Does Jen know?
Sue said…
It must be in the family...my boys enjoyed naming capital cities of each country of the world as a pastime whenever we had a long drive. And Cody would read the atlas and the Melways (maps of Melbourne streets)at bedtime instead of novels!
Baino said…
OK it aint Theme Thursday but I have to tell you that our last Christmas celebration was the obscure country olympics and my niece and I represented Sao Tome and Principe. That being said . . .my kids did puzzles and still don't know where the bloody hell they are! Where's Hobart?
Carola said…
Happy Birthday Kris!

Greetings from Nairobi, Kenya.
We drove north from Cape Town and found Africa. Elephants and Giraffe crossing the street (but not at the same time) and all the myth. And humans living in a diffrent world. And for my kids it is, for sure, intersting. Only traffic jam in Nairobi is annoying.

And again - great title.
smudgeon said…
Depressing, but true. Nobody seems to care for the difference between Mauritius and Mauritania anymore...
Kris McCracken said…
I am very much a map man myself. I've spent many an hour poring over a map.

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