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Andy Dunloy came over the other day. He smiled at me and said, "We're doing the devil's work tonight."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I need you to help me go to a couple of jobsites and get some stuff."

"Well Andy, I'm on retreat, so I need to be a little more careful than I normally would about stealing."

"Well," he said, "can you just sit in the car?"

"Well, I don't want to come if you're taking anything of value...I'm not going to be involved if you're grabbing nice lumber or something. We need to be sensitive to that."

He smiled, "Do I look like someone who's not sensitive? I just need some scraps to build some shelving with."

It's true. He is, and he was. We talked for a little while longer and asked what we were working on. He's been doing sales work for Greenlake Jewelry Works. He's gonna run that place some day.

I told him about how I've been involved with doing contact improvisational dance.

"You see, you just come up on someone like this," I came up and began to demonstrate as he looked at me strangely, "and then you just spontaneously move against them and they do the same thing. A whole roomful of people doing this. It's fun. And athletic."

He thought about it for awhile. "Man, Daniel, where do you come up with stuff like this?"

"Uhhh, it's just out of the general Daniel Talsky Pool of Weirdness ™."

He opened the door to walk to the car.

"How vast that pool must be."