While I’m at JFK enjoying airport time (and if any can tell my why my Mac randomly jumped to LA time while I’m sitting in the Soho Bistro in terminal 8 in NYC, let me know), my guest blog has gone live over at The Harry Potter Alliance. While you read, I’m going to sit here enjoying my celiac-friendly burger without a bun while having massive nostalgia as this place blasts Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn.” Now that was a different life.
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That time zone jump generally means that your location preferences have been corrupted on disk, so the system has reverted to it’s default location, Cupertino, California.
And yeah, that song — along with Bittersweet Symphony and Tubthumping — were in constant high rotation while I was hitchhiking around Britain. I hear it, and I see an ivy-covered cottage down the road from Churchill’s home, hear an old-man wailing ‘They put it on the public!’ over and over one night in King’s Cross, feel my despair as I begin to fear that my plan to ride a bike from Weston-super-Mare to Glastonbury is proving to be a tragically bad idea, and can taste a pickled onion in a fish shop in Stornoway. A whole month’s worth of memories laid down in a persistant imprint-vulnerable state come down fast and hard, so vivid that I have a hard time believing that I actually experienced them.