| a brief window into the presently recalled past of dan young:
this past friday i rose above the mandane day-to-day living of summer work and broke free of the shackles of oppressive... charity? my eleven week contract at the inn of the good shepherd sarnia lambton food bank ran out and with it their ability to pay me. so today i'm still silently rejoicing in the small freedoms allowed by having nothing to do on a daily basis. example? today i've only been up two hours which have been mostly consumed by not getting out of my spiderman pj's, eating chocolate sandwiches for breakfast and listening to the creative stylings of peter frampton (man, his guitar is totally talking!) but i will miss work. the people there were great to me and gave me some of the chances of a life time-- not ever college kid gets a chance to run a charitable organisation for two weeks while the boss is away. and they did throw a party for me before i left. that was awful swell. awful, i say. not only that, but as a lovely parting gift i got to take something from the large store room where they piled up all the old church crap that was left in the building when it was converted from an old united church (my old united church, actually) into the soup kitchen/food bank. so i picked up a kneeler. and it's a pretty sweet kneeler too. it has this part that you can pull up that sort of turns it into a confession booth of sorts. oh united church of canada, what were you thinking?
in other possibly more relevant (ha!) and interesting developments, i've been spending the last few days hanging out with my ever-zany older brother mike. he's been home a couple of weeks already, but so far i've been so busy with work that i have scarcely had time to really hang with hiim. so it's been good to just connect with him. mike's awesome, i've missed him. playing space quest 3, watching samurai jack, listening to him ramble on and on about typography (he knows far too much about computer fonts); it's been good. in fact, i've been spending so much time with him that right now he's reading this over my shoulder. enough about him, we can't have his ego inflating to the realm of my own; where would we store it all?
next week i'm going to be vagabonding about the hamilton/waterloo area visiting some friends. namely, shannon from tyndale and the always famous friend mister peter stuart. the goal? to collect enough good times so as to annoy you all with the stories of them at my return.
in final thoughts to those at tyndale, i miss you all so much that my bags are already packed for next year. this might just be a coincidence considering i never unpacked from tyndale last year, but true none the less. and aron, you'd better have a porn-stach when i get there.
sequentially yours, dan |
