New York City, You're So Pretty

So, it's been a while since my last post. Not sure if anyone's checking it anymore. But my latest adventure was modeling in New York City. And when I say modeling, I really mean Model UN. I went with the BYU team, and I was in the Ethiopian delegation. I missed a week of school, but it was absolutely worth it. We had a few days to play, and play I did. I saw the Broadway show In the Heights, hung out with my dear Jerusalem Center friend Todd Richardson, saw Mates of State (the band), wandered the streets, went to museums, and ate delicious foods. During the conference, it was great, because I'm not die-hard Model UN-y, so I didn't take it too seriously, and made more friends and less stress that way.

The best thing I did: During the last day of the conference is voting, and a typical voting procedure is those for it, raise your placards. Those against, raise your placards. Super fast. But someone has the potential to motion for a roll-call vote. And that is when each country is called, individually, by name, and asked their voting position. So it would take 6,000 years to go through one vote. So during a caucus (break), I walked by a microphone and said, "If anyone requests a roll-call vote, I will find you." That's how I get things done. 

Critical Mass

Critical Mass: Provo. 

This is a photo from our night ride in November. Critical Mass is typically found in large cities, such as San Francisco and Seattle. However, there is a bike following in Provo that also merits the bikers to the streets. There are some hipster bike kids in my ward who live down the street who started it. I was first invited in September, and the numbers have grown every month. We get together the first Friday of the month to rally together, exert some bike rights, and hang out and be cool. My ride is my late grandfather's blue 80s Schwinn cruiser. Look out. 

Only in Provo? No.

Although this poster found near my residence was in fact posted in Provo, No Shave November's influence found its way to Boise, Idaho.

My 15 year-old brother Adam had some sick facial hair. I'll leave sick ambiguous. 

Oh hey. Yes. This nice photo. So, I went to a church service project, where we cleaned up our community of Provo, Utah, raking up leaves and such. And my friend Ashley and I saw this nice boy with this shirt; I initally almost threw up, but then begged her to take a photo of us. 

Read it carefully; don't be mistaken.

Also note the Cabela's hat. I think this kid means business.

Ahlan.

Last Wednesday, I ran into a boy in my ward. After a moment of acknowledging each other's existence (Hey, How are you? Great. How are you? Can't complain), the nice boy asked where I was headed. "I'm off to teach Arabic at a hippie charter school. And you?" That knocked his socks off. He was headed to lunch. Oh my adventures.

Fun The Alchemist quote:

"He still had some doubts about the decision he had made. But he was able to understand one thing: making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision" (76).

I am really enjoying this book. Trying to savor it and such.

Remebrances

Some of my favorite things: Boise; fall; my brother Adam; my softshell; my BYU friends; the North end. All of these things came together last October, when my life was forever changed with Josh Ritter. Favorite Josh Ritter songs include: Kathleen, Girl in the War, Good Man, and To the Dogs or Whoever.

Yes, it's true. I own a blog. My inspiration: Labyrinth.

Dance the magic, David.