God, being back in Waterloo, it's always like this. Your grade school baseball diamond just got replaced by ten solid blocks of RIM buildings, and Google shares a lot with the same cornfield where you first ever kissed a girl.
It's teaching and travelling season. Other people are travelling, which means postcards. I am teaching, which means that language is magnificent and I must show them.
I spilled my tea all over the fancy electronic desk I teach from, right in front of the international law professor I had just met who teaches after me. Thank goodness for Douglas Adams