There’s just something hypnotic about maps.

I always bring my kids vacation souvenirs printed in Comic Sans, so they know I love them but not unconditionally.

Knowing lots of answers but being a millisecond slow on the buzzer is indeed very frustrating.

During the whole 'Jeopardy' experience, I felt like I was living a bit of a double life, I would be secretly flying out to L.A. to tape new shows, hoping that none of my coworkers would notice the absence and figure out what was going on. 'Jeopardy' tries very hard to keep their secrets.

For some reason the most devoted mapheads seem to be kids.

If I start outsourcing all my navigation to a little talking box in my car, I'm sort of screwed. I'm going to lose my car in the parking lot every single time.

There must be something innate about maps, about this one specific way of picturing our world and our relation to it, that charms us, calls to us, won’t let us look anywhere else in the room if there’s a map on the wall.