I love art

Since moving to New York I have spoken with many people regarding the Metropolitan Museum of Art - often referred to as just 'The Met.' Some are inspired by the fine art housed therein. Others rave about the historical artifacts. Still others express awe at the enormity of the edifice itself. In fact, I have been told on a number of occasions that to see everything The Met has to offer necessitates multiple visits. In other words, one cannot possible see it all in one visit.

Well, I actually found it quite easy to prove everyone wrong. Here is the secret - walk past everything that is unimpressive. Now I suppose I am revealing my uncultured and unsophistacted ways, but when I experienced The Met with this rule in mind, I was enabled to see everything in about two hours. Because, let's be entirely honest, most of the stuff we see in museums is not really that great.

Of course there was the occasional piece which evoked deep and moving emotions within me. I certainly took time to pause and soak in the powerful implications surrounding such masterful expressions of the brush.

Pictured here is my favorite piece. Entitled Naked Man, Back View, the painting is exquisite. Captured in the work is the ever-elusive American dream. It depicts the epitome of what every man aspires to become. It is a beacon of assurance that we can all grow old with dignity. What more could we hope for?

Pseudo-tagged!

I don’t understand why nobody ‘tagged’ me! I feel so left out. Therefore, I decided to tag myself. Here is my list of answers:

· What is her name? I am not sure, but based upon my track record she will be a teacher who graduated from BYU and her name will start with the letter ‘A.’
· How long did you date? I don’t think I will be setting any records here. It takes me a while to figure out my emotions.
· How old is she? +/- 4 years of me (for now I think that is a good rule)
· Who eats more? As long as she eats more than a glass of water and a crouton, I am good!
· Who said “I love you” first? “I desperately want to make love to a school boy.”
· Who is taller? I am not the biggest guy, but not many girls are taller than 5’10”.
· Who can sing better? Well, after being rejected at my opera try-out I decided to give up my singing career.
· Who is smarter? “I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.”
· Who does the laundry? As long as she doesn’t mind that I don’t separate lights and darks – all my laundry goes in the same load (it’s cheaper that way).
· Who pays the bills? I will have a hard time deferring this to someone else – hopefully my wife won’t mind.
· Who sleeps on the right side? Does it really matter? Honestly, you married folk, how do you decide who sleeps on what side?
· Who mows the lawn? ME! I can’t wait to have a home and yard of my own – but it is still a ways off.
· Who cooks dinner? If I am in charge of cooking, we will have a limited menu – grilled cheese, spaghetti, omelets, or Campbell’s Chunky Soup.
· Who is more stubborn? I refuse to answer this question!!!
· Who kissed who first? I move a bit slow when it comes to showing physical affection. So if she is eager, she will need to make the first move.
· Who asked who out first? I admire a girl who has the courage to show a guy she is interested. I have had a number of girls ask me out – I respect that. But none of those materialized into anything. Likely that is the case because I am sure to ask out girls I am interested in. If a girl thinks she might not get a date unless she asks me out, she is probably right.
· Who proposed? What kind of question is that? I know we live in an era of feminism and equal opportunity, but does any girl ever get down on a knee and ask a guy to marry her?
· Who has more friends? I don’t have any friends, so it won’t be hard to beat me here.
· Who is more sensitive? Well, I like to dedicate poetry to my girl and serenade her while she stands on her balcony beneath a full moon.
· Who has more siblings? I have six.
· Who wears the pants? I did wear a skirt on my mission…

Blogging

So I just realized there is an additional perk to getting married which I have never before realized. When I get married, I never need to blog again.

A common staple among blogs these days is the "fellow bloggers" list, or the "blogger friends" list. I too have one of these lists on my blog. As I was recently visiting the various blogs of my friends and family I noticed that these lists are overwhelmingly populated with the '&' sign. Of course, this means that some cute husband and wife have a blog together, right? Not really. Have a look for yourself. Every one of these sites is the wife's blog which she decided should include her husband. In fact, I am beginning to think that I am the only guy who blogs.

Like I said, when I get married someday I can stop blogging because my wife will do it for me...

Quick update...

I wrote yesterday about my job interview. Well, today I received an e-mail from them requesting a second interview next week. Good news! I did not expect to hear from them so quickly. We'll see what happens.

Job interview

Anyone who will take time to read my blog knows me well enough to realize how much I enjoy talking about myself - not at all!!!

This morning I had a phone interview for a job I applied for not long ago. The call lasted just over 30 minutes. And I will tell you, it was the most exhausting half hour of my life! It was only 9:30 a.m. when I hung up the phone, but I felt like I had already put in a full day's work - I was (and am) ready to go loaf for the rest of the day.

The interview was not difficult. The questions were very generic - like those found on "common interview question" handouts. So I feel I was prepared and provided solid answers. So why the exhaustion?

Well, I don't know if I have spoken about myself for a solid 30 minutes ever before in my lifetime. I do not know why, but I have never liked talking about myself. Even when people sincerely ask about my schooling, career goals, relationships, etc. I usually give a short answer and quickly change the subject. I shift the focus to them instead of me. Why do I do that? Why am I so uncomfortable sharing my life with others? I really do not know.