Just to further emphasize the point I was making below:
In the early 1990s, probably around 1992 or '93 it occurred to me that I didn't know where old Zealand was. As in, New Zealand must have been called "New Zealand" because somewhere else in the world was already called "Zealand." I knew where old Jersey, York, Hampshire, Mexico, France, Sweden, Amsterdam, South Wales, and any other "New"-place I could think of were, but I drew a blank with "Zealand."
It kinda bugged me, but not enough to spend an hour in the library trying to look it up. So instead, I just would ask people if they knew. It became a fallback question I would pose if the conversation lulled at dinner parties. For a while the issue was a small insignificant part of my life. When I was in law school the Prime Minister of New Zealand came to speak at the school. I went to the speech and raised my hand for the Q and A at the end. My question was going to be "where is old Zealand?" but he never called on me. I graduated law school in 1995 without knowing where old Zealand was.
In 1998, I met Ms. Noz in the Netherlands. She presented a paper at a conference in Veldhoven. I took some vacation time and met up with her in Amsterdam after the conference was over so we could travel around Europe together. At one point as I waited for Ms. Noz in the Amsterdam train station, I spotted it on a map that was posted at a kiosk. Mystery solved. It took me five to six years to find old Zealand.
Just now I googled up the answer in less than two seconds.
That is the world we now live in.
In the early 1990s, probably around 1992 or '93 it occurred to me that I didn't know where old Zealand was. As in, New Zealand must have been called "New Zealand" because somewhere else in the world was already called "Zealand." I knew where old Jersey, York, Hampshire, Mexico, France, Sweden, Amsterdam, South Wales, and any other "New"-place I could think of were, but I drew a blank with "Zealand."
It kinda bugged me, but not enough to spend an hour in the library trying to look it up. So instead, I just would ask people if they knew. It became a fallback question I would pose if the conversation lulled at dinner parties. For a while the issue was a small insignificant part of my life. When I was in law school the Prime Minister of New Zealand came to speak at the school. I went to the speech and raised my hand for the Q and A at the end. My question was going to be "where is old Zealand?" but he never called on me. I graduated law school in 1995 without knowing where old Zealand was.
In 1998, I met Ms. Noz in the Netherlands. She presented a paper at a conference in Veldhoven. I took some vacation time and met up with her in Amsterdam after the conference was over so we could travel around Europe together. At one point as I waited for Ms. Noz in the Amsterdam train station, I spotted it on a map that was posted at a kiosk. Mystery solved. It took me five to six years to find old Zealand.
Just now I googled up the answer in less than two seconds.
That is the world we now live in.
