{"id":1621,"date":"2012-09-18T14:36:53","date_gmt":"2012-09-18T22:36:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iwasmisinformed.com\/?p=1621"},"modified":"2012-09-18T14:36:58","modified_gmt":"2012-09-18T22:36:58","slug":"the-search-for-time-lost-last-friday-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iwasmisinformed.com\/?p=1621","title":{"rendered":"The search for time lost: last Friday night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>(NB: Everything posted under these four &#8220;The search for time lost&#8221; posts was composed in real time as noted.)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>15 years. Let&#8217;s try to put that in some kind of perspective.<\/p>\n<p>The amount of time since I last set foot on campus, in 2006, is twice as long as the entire time I was here as a student. Put another way: a quarter of my life ago I&#8217;d already been gone almost twice as long as I was here. I&#8217;m standing on a bridge over 21st Ave. that would&#8217;ve simplified my life if it had existed then.<\/p>\n<p>As best I can calculate I&#8217;ve been back on campus maybe four times since graduation. Without fail, it&#8217;s always a Christmas or some other holiday or sometime when there are no students around and the whole place is dead. When it&#8217;s like that, it&#8217;s easy to imagine this is the set of a movie that I saw once and was very emotionally involved in. But now, it&#8217;s the eve of the game. The campus is full, students are buzzing, and I&#8217;m standing out on Peabody Esplanade in front of the building that used to have the computer lab where I first started to really learn the Mac.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as I walk past Payne, though, I realized this is not the same place. The munchie mart has been replaced with what I can only assume is the Commons cafeteria. And my car is parked across the street from where my car would&#8217;ve been parked 15 years ago, but where my apartment used to be there currently repose half a dozen new freshman dormitories. I remember standing under this very same sky on this very same lawn, wondering what was going to become of me, wondering where my life was headed, wondering if I had any future at all. Somehow, I got pulled through some fourth dimensional hole that deposited me in a science fiction future, 15 years later. And I&#8217;m dictating what I say &#8211; what I write &#8211; into something in my hand the size of a pack of cigarettes which interprets every word and gets the text about 95% accurate.<\/p>\n<p>Somebody else went to school. Somebody else was a university graduate fellow. Somebody else walked these lawns, took these classes, tried to live this collegiate life. He&#8217;s been gone for 15 years now and he doesn&#8217;t exist anymore. I just pay my taxes in his name.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve come back to Vanderbilt as a veritable sidewalk alumnus. My connections to the school, to this institution, to this <em>life<\/em> are more tenuous and different than anyone else&#8217;s I know here. The name, and the team, and the colors, and the general sense of what this place means are the anchor to which I attempted to tie myself when the old life collapsed beneath me.<\/p>\n<p>18 years ago this autumn, this felt like a place that was always home from day one. That <em>was<\/em> true. It really was. But it was somebody else&#8217;s home. And this weekend, I&#8217;m just a guest of the people who moved in after him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(NB: Everything posted under these four &#8220;The search for time lost&#8221; posts was composed in real time as noted.) 15 years. Let&#8217;s try to put that in some kind of perspective. 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