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I'm not here.

Not Back Yet

Inexcusable. Busy, if you're interested. All apologies. Swathes of topics to discuss. No time. Meantime, some enigma by the name of Dr Tchock II has taken over a friend of mine's blog. Spot the references. Comment.

An Observation Relayed

While I journeyed back from Terminal 5 to Pheonix, my final resting place if you remember, an inter-Continental couple sat beside me embarked on a rather lengthy, one-sided conversation with me regarding the differences between British and American living. One was a professor and the other was a professor so they could talk for England, and, indeed, America. One surprisingly astute observation did catch me however. The British gentleman, a native of Cambridge, though not quite good enough for the university, remarked that whenever he lands in a US airport, he's always struck by the characteristic smell: a blend of bleach and cinnamon, he said. Well, such a profound description does not occur very often, and it's stayed with me ever since and, I dare say, it will stay with you also.

Achievements

At least one thing was achieved in my absence; something that, I'm sure you'll agree, one should be proud of having advocated. Further, artistic, philosophical, and scientific genius and friend, Tim Dutton has come to our aid in bettering our understanding of the time-space conundrum that I posed some time ago. See the comments section for a run down. Also, if this impresses you, I've no doubt his latest video will too.