I was to have a lunch meeting with a student over an interesting topic on Nietzsche, but she was to have sent me a draft of the paper before the meeting. She didn’t, so she cancelled the meeting, with the following smart note, revealing that she does understand something very deep about Nietzsche:
"I will write my paper and send it to you in the very near future (I hope). I know that I am not doing this the way that you want but this is how life works. Nietzsche would say that it’s something like a woman, something about always changing the way that things should be. Men should be used to it by now. I like his outlook, I think he was on to something."
So what do you do when you have an hour and a half free on a sunny day in central Ohio? Eat lunch? No. Because beauty is a witch, you ride your bike. So I did. A perfect day for it, on the Old Lincoln Highway as Isabella is dancing on the road, a trucker gives me a thumbs up and then hails me to pull over. Never argue with a trucker, so I obey. The fat man comes waddling up to me, apologizing: "Never done that before, Buddy, sorry. Just couldn’t resist. I had to see her up close. That is the prettiest bike I’ve ever seen." I have my Lincoln class tonight, talking about the Gettysburg Address. It may seem anti-climactic after this lunch ride.