OA
Went back to Perry yesterday. That's the third time I went over there in the past three days. From a full tank of Gas to way less than a fourth. Oh well, it was worth it.
It was the family night thing that summer camp has every week, although this time they put it on Tuesday rather than Friday, whatever. Got there a bit early, and went looking for the troop, with some Burger King and Tacofe sweets for Danny and I. Met Patrick whom I hadn't seen in quite some time, wearing his crazy "venture uniform" cowboy hat. Over at the campfire -I love that Jack in the Box chibatta burger comercial- that they have after the flag ceremony and then the dinner, where the families usually bring over food for the scouts, I met my computer science teacher, Mr. Heyl, who was there helping out with a flag retiring ceremony. He had invited me to come over to his class whenever last year, but I never got the time, except for maybe a couple of times. I was one of his best students in the class, being quite proficient with Photoshop and Flash.
After the campfire comes the OA ceremony. OA stands for Order of the Arrow, a select organization within the boy scouts. Very hush hush.. Anyways, four people from my troop got tapped out, one of whom was my brother Danny. It was nice having him join, but it's kinda an organization where everyone gets in eventually, at least, that's how it is in my troop. It's not so much if they're worthy, but if people like them enough to vote them in. And everyone gets in eventually I think. But this doesn't mean that it's not a good organization, 'cause it's really worth it. I wish I had the time to devote myself in the tiniest bit to the OA. I would have loved to be on the drumming team, not sure what it's called. The way it works is the people playing the drum, just a steady four beats per measure style beat is played as the drummers sing, with one person leading who knows the song completely, and others who may know it or know other songs. You should hear them, no words, just different vocal manifestations of the soul so beautiful and rythmic, it makes me feel good. I need to one day get a cd of native american drum music.
So my dad was happy about it. He knew for quite some time, but he's over at Philmont right now, so he couldn't congradulate Danny, so he wanted me to be there.
I stayed over there with Patrick for a while longer. We were asked to be langomats, I believe that's how you spell it, and helped the kids who were tapped out get into their pre-ordeal setting. One of the things they must do is remain silent from the beginning of their ordeal to the end, and it's just so much fun pestering them, asking them for the time or something, 'cause someone's gonna forget that they're not supposed to talk, and they will. Ha. Oh well.
I said good bye to Danny and left with Patrick back to McAllen. Quite a funny trip home, I'd have to say, very sad. But we had fun on our way home. So yeah, that's about it.
It was the family night thing that summer camp has every week, although this time they put it on Tuesday rather than Friday, whatever. Got there a bit early, and went looking for the troop, with some Burger King and Tacofe sweets for Danny and I. Met Patrick whom I hadn't seen in quite some time, wearing his crazy "venture uniform" cowboy hat. Over at the campfire -I love that Jack in the Box chibatta burger comercial- that they have after the flag ceremony and then the dinner, where the families usually bring over food for the scouts, I met my computer science teacher, Mr. Heyl, who was there helping out with a flag retiring ceremony. He had invited me to come over to his class whenever last year, but I never got the time, except for maybe a couple of times. I was one of his best students in the class, being quite proficient with Photoshop and Flash.
After the campfire comes the OA ceremony. OA stands for Order of the Arrow, a select organization within the boy scouts. Very hush hush.. Anyways, four people from my troop got tapped out, one of whom was my brother Danny. It was nice having him join, but it's kinda an organization where everyone gets in eventually, at least, that's how it is in my troop. It's not so much if they're worthy, but if people like them enough to vote them in. And everyone gets in eventually I think. But this doesn't mean that it's not a good organization, 'cause it's really worth it. I wish I had the time to devote myself in the tiniest bit to the OA. I would have loved to be on the drumming team, not sure what it's called. The way it works is the people playing the drum, just a steady four beats per measure style beat is played as the drummers sing, with one person leading who knows the song completely, and others who may know it or know other songs. You should hear them, no words, just different vocal manifestations of the soul so beautiful and rythmic, it makes me feel good. I need to one day get a cd of native american drum music.
So my dad was happy about it. He knew for quite some time, but he's over at Philmont right now, so he couldn't congradulate Danny, so he wanted me to be there.
I stayed over there with Patrick for a while longer. We were asked to be langomats, I believe that's how you spell it, and helped the kids who were tapped out get into their pre-ordeal setting. One of the things they must do is remain silent from the beginning of their ordeal to the end, and it's just so much fun pestering them, asking them for the time or something, 'cause someone's gonna forget that they're not supposed to talk, and they will. Ha. Oh well.
I said good bye to Danny and left with Patrick back to McAllen. Quite a funny trip home, I'd have to say, very sad. But we had fun on our way home. So yeah, that's about it.