Part of an email to a friend:
Well, Austin is change. Change of pace. Change of scenery. All I can really explain is it’s what I feel I need in my life. New York has been wonderful. I’ve grown much and learned a lot. I don’t know if I told you I was in the temple one day seeking answers to my own personal life questions and the thought of Austin entered my mind. So I’m following up with that prompting. I’m not sure what’s there for me, but I know it’s there for me. Another phase, another way to grow. I wish I could be more specific, but my faith is being tried here, so that’s all I have to go on.
This is Nathan. I asked him to look pensive for me, and he nailed it. We went out to the Museum of American Folk Art on Friday. Nathan’s a great guy – very smart, very easy to talk to. Instead of covering a wide variety of subjects, we kept our conversation focused on books, movies, music, and art, with a few tangents here and there. One of them was about a book Nathan read about the DNA that determines our social dispositions. He taught me about introverts and extroverts, and their brain chemistry. And how they process energy from being around other people. He mentioned that there are outgoing introverts and shy extroverts. I made the mistake of looking at my watch while we were at dinner. I’m not sure why I did that, because I was having a good time, but then I was also anxious about the spelling bee and I was considering inviting Nathan over to come watch it with Becky and me. I don’t know what the date etiquette defines. The museum featured an artist named Henry Darger. Brilliant, but typically eccentric. He’s inspired a lot of newer artists in simulating his technique and philosophy. Some of his art is about children, but it isn’t for children. Keep that in mind if you ever see this exhibit.
The bicycle sculpture hanging from the wall is a sneak. They wouldn’t allow photography inside, and I needed something as a memento. This, as far as I know, is not Darger’s work. I mean, this is a bicylist, not an anatomically confused child fighting in a battle. It was hovering over a couple of folk singers we decided to listen to before we went to dinner. The singers were good by the way, and again I must emphasize the je ne sais quoi scruffy musicians have. I don’t know what, y’all.
Anyway, I really enjoyed going out with Nathan. He’s well-spoken, courteous, funny, talented. He’s probably one of the best guys I know here in the city.
I rode my bike to work today. It’s five miles, which is a nice little ride. I left the apartment around 6:45 this morning, and got there before 7:30. I spent about 10 minutes trying to figure out how to maximize the securability of my bike locks with the bike rack. With traffic and backtracking (because I’m a stickler about going with the flow of traffic), I made it to work in about 35 minutes. It was a cool morning, hardly anyone was on the bike path, just a few runners who seem to have a habit of running every day. I was pretty energetic all day. I kept busy, I kept focused, I multitasked. However, I think I developed a little bit of road rage on the streets today, because I swore on several occasions, under my breath. And not even using the virtually harmless hell and damn. I kind of went full-throttle. Which is sad, because I even read the scriptures before diving into my workload. I tried leaving later than usual to avoid a lot of the other bikers, but the path was busy on the way home. My inner beast sneered and snarled at the pedestrians who didn’t even look before crossing the street, especially when my light was green. I could have just, oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you with my bike, because pedestrians ALWAYS have the right of way, which, incidentally, is one of the reasons I love this city. Still, I couldn’t help but cuss at the people doing what I might have done if I were walking home from work. I’ll just have to do better tomorrow.