red sky at night

I haven't been taking many pictures lately. Which has definitely gotten me to a pondering sort of mode. I wonder whether it goes in cycles -- the feeling or need to acquire images. Maybe, when your brain is feeling like it can't remember anything, it compensates with the requisite need for documentation. I know that this is poppycock, of course, because I find that it mostly ends up being an energy distribution issue. When I have lots more time and energy, I find taking pictures to be thoroughly possible. This has been a particularly hard energy time, what with the myriad of deadlines that seem to have cropped up in my world. If I knew they were all going to come during the same 2 months, I would've hibernated much more efficiently earlier. Ah well.

And the downside to biking -- maintenance. If anyone knows a good bike repair class, I am in desperate need of good skill and knowledge. A bike co-op would be a thing of beauty. Maybe that's an "only in San Francisco" arrangement. I changed a flat on my bike and replaced my tire as well and seemed to manage to do it correctly...except that now my bike makes a weird metal-flexing noise. My lack of trust in my own fix-it skill has kept me off my bike for 3 days now, for fear of having my front hub explode and shoot in all directions whilst pitching me headlong into a central nervous trauma ward. I suppose that may be a little dramatic (tuck and roll, screams the inner voices, tuck and roll), but it is definitely a legitimate fear. I will be longer off a bike, too, as I head to the sunny shores of California for an extended remix of days gone by. I will, I feel, miss New York, but moreover, I will miss having a semblance of continuity to my life. I have yet to experience this "settled in" feeling that I had been hearing so much about. I don't think I've made an entire month (or contiguous 4 weeks) without traveling somewhere. How do business travelers do it? It's near driving me to distraction. Or at least small apoplectic conniptions, like tremors or something.

I think I will have all of August to myself, though. And judging from what I've heard, I might have all of NYC all to myself for August, too. Just me and the skeeters.