It's Official

An Atlas of Remote Islands

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

THE ATLAS OF REMOTE ISLANDS
Judith Schalansky (Penguin 2010)  

"There are still places on earth that are unknown.

The Atlas of Remote Isands is perfect for the traveler or romantic in all of us."

As a child I was fascinated by maps and globes and would thumb through an old Goodes World Atlas to find the locations I was reading about, pinpointing the routes of the characters as they made their way through territories and countries I'd never seen.  Years later, my trusty Goodes is still my go-to atlas when reading the Raj Quartet, Kim, Out of Africa, or any book set in the late 19th or early 20th c. because instead of the newer independent country names, its maps are still a sea of British colonial pink.

Ah, but this book is about remote and tiny places—
the kind you may never read about and are highly unlikely ever to visit. 

Each Island has a two-page spread: on one side the beautifully rendered map,

on the other the island's grid reference, size, official name, territorial "owner", 

its distance from other islands and coasts, tidbits about it's discovery and history

and the author's own quirky perception of the place.  

Take Amsterdam Island, for example:

Amsterdam Island (France)

French Nouvelle Amsterdam ['New Amsterdam']

58 km | 25 residents

4,290 km to South Africa

3,370 km to Australia

90 km to St. Paul Island

18 March 1522: sighted by Juan Sebastian de Elcano

June 1633: named by Anthonie van Diemen after his ship, Nieuw-Amsterdam

1949: construction of meteorological station 

"No one is allowed to settle here, so the personnel at the research station changes constantly. Some of the men stay for only a few months, but most for a year and a half, on the island that they call simply Ams or La Base. None speak English and all greet each other every day with a handshake. There is no boat. Where would they take it? This place is a stray piece of France, a cross on a blue nowhere on the various maps of the world that are pinned to the walls...."

There are fifty islands in all, and each page is like a small journey over time and space.

Bear Island ~ Lonely Island ~ Rudolf Island

Annobon ~ Ascension Island ~ Bouvet Island ~ Brava

Saint Helena ~ Southern Thule ~ St. Kilda ~ Trindade ~ Tristan da Cunha

Amsterdam Island ~ Christmas Island ~  South Keeling Islands ~ Possession Island 

Diego Garcia ~ Saint Paul Island ~ Tromelin Island ~ Pacific Ocean ~ Antipodes Islands 

Atlasov Island ~ Banaba Island ~ Bokak Atoll ~ Campbell Island ~ Clipperton Atoll 

Cocos Island ~ Easter Island ~ Fangataufa ~ Floreana Island ~ Howland Island 

Iwo Jima ~ Macquarie Island ~ Napuka ~ Norfolk Island ~ Pagan ~ Pingelap 

Pitcairn Islands ~ Pukapuka ~ Raoul Island ~ Rapa Iti ~ Robinson Crusoe 

Semisopochnoi Island ~ Socorro Island ~ St George Island ~ Takuu Atoll ~ Tikopia 

Deception Island ~ Franklin Island ~ Laurie Island ~ Peter I Island

National Hanging Out Day - April 19

Each year, on April 19th

Project Laundry List sponsors National Hanging Out Day

to demonstrate how easy it can be to save money and energy
simply by using a clothesline.

 I saw some adorable stripey clotheslines at the dollar store
and I think I'll be stringing one up across the garden that day
to air out some items from my linen closet.

Menace to Society

For those who enjoy Wodehouse, I am reading a riotous book:

The Adventures of Sally

Here is an excerpt, describing a dark moment during a formal dinner party

during which three of the guests—the Murphy brothers and Sally's brother—
are behaving badly.

Sally debated in her mind for an instant the advisability of throwing an orange at her brother. There was one lying ready to her hand, and his glistening shirt-front offered an admirable mark; but she restrained herself. After all, if a hostess yields to her primitive impulses, what happens? Chaos. She had just frowned down the exuberance of the rebellious Murphys, and she felt that if, even with the highest motives, she began throwing fruit, her influence for good in that quarter would be weakened.

And this, following Sally's interference in someone's personal travails.

Daylight brought no comforting answer to the question. Breakfast failed to manufacture an easy mind. Sally got off the train at the Grand Central station in a state of remorseful concern. She declined the offer of Mr. Carmyle to drive her to the boarding-house, and started to walk there, hoping that the crisp morning air would effect a cure.  She wondered now how she could ever have looked with approval on her rash act. She wondered what demon of interference and meddling had possessed her, to make her blunder into people's lives, upsetting them. She wondered that she was allowed to go around loose. She was nothing more nor less than a menace to society.

Have you never wondered how or why you are allowed to go around loose? 

I know I have.  Regularly.