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My week has been full of the usual ups and downs. Sunday night, I was invited to a birthday party very unexpectedly, and I accepted with great pleasure. There I drank and ate Autumn cuisine and looked at pictures of the birthday girl through the ages. I also had a long talk with an old man who, it turns out, is a professor of British History and Literature. As many of you know, my fascination with England is all-encompassing and very absorbing, so this conversation was both instructive and entertaining. The man was as British as you can get and still be American. I enjoyed his company immensely. The evening was concluded with a hilarious game of ‘Loaded Questions,’ a game very similar in concept to ‘Balderdash.’ All in all, the evening was an unexpected but completely rewarding experience, and I thank God for it. Serendipity is a word which comes to mind.

My Dad came to see me on Monday, and he took me to Coldstone Creamery, gave me a new cell phone and a new overcoat. But I also caught a terrible cold from him and was reduced to almost invalid state for the duration of Wednesday and Thursday. Tuesday was spent archiving in the Video Department. Due to either bad instructions, or negligence, or failure to pay attention, or all of the above, a bunch of videotapes were archived in the wrong place and were not labeled. Monday and Tuesday I helped to correct this a bit, but was not available for the conclusion of the project, due to my sickness. Tuesday night was rather fun, in that we went to eat at a Mongolian Grill and Buffet. After walking through a buffet and choosing whatever you wanted from a huge selection of meats, seafoods, pastas, veggies, eggs, sauces, spices, and other niceties, you handed your bowl to the cook, who proceeded to grill everything on a huge round slab of stone, using two swords to stir and chop the food. At intervals, he would begin spinning and flipping his swords for the amusement of the diners. I was filled to the gills with wholesome food that night, and I rank it as perhaps the best restaurant I have visited.

My sick days, Wednesday and Thursday, were spent sleeping and drinking tea with honey, primarily. To supplement these engrossing activities, I attempted playing a videogame and made a few videos for By the end of Thursday I was ready to go out and talk with real people. Friday (though still a bit sick), I returned to the workplace, where I was assigned to shoot two short demo interviews, to prove that I knew how to do it. This I did, and it only took me about an hour and a quarter to do so. I was quite pleased with my results, but was informed that my interviews did not look ATI standard. This was true: I had lit and decorated my sets so they looked like spy/techno-thriller locations, not quaint offices with plants and clocks. So I’ll have to shoot them over again this week. I’m not angry or anything, but it just adds to the pile, if you get my drift.

Friday night Peter Baehr I went to a pal’s house to play LEGOS! He had just purchased a HUGE supply of Legos from some people for dirt cheap (my own family has had a similar influx of the toy in the past), so we had a terrific evening playing Legos, eating cherry cobbler, and listening to Jeeves and Wooster audiobooks. If you have not already investigated the stories of Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse, I strongly encourage you to do so. Comedic literature at its very brightest and finest. Anyways, Philip Roth (at whose house we were playing) must not have ever been instructed to play Legos on a blanket, because they were strewn across the entire wooden floor, making a trek across to the kitchen a treacherous affair, and cleaning them up a nightmare.

At about 11-something that evening, my brother called and we had a fun conversation over the phone, after which we eventually hit the sack. I don’t know if you have ever seen a grown boy over six feet in height attempting to spend the night on a loveseat, but if you ever do in the future, give him your sympathy and offer up a prayer for him: he will need it. Needless to say, I was in such a position Friday night, and I slept fitfully. I awoke feeling like I had been stretched on the rack all night. My spine had been reversed, and it didn’t help that I had slept in my clothes. When I awoke, my keys and cell phone were missing. After a minute or two of searching, I located them deep inside the bowels of the loveseat. Heaven alone knows how they got there. We then ate a glorious breakfast of GOLDEN GRAHAMS and KIX, two of my favourites, strangely enough. There was also Orange Juice. I hadn’t had OJ since the Staff Retreat to Northwoods. Ohhhh, if there’s one thing I anticipate about going home, it’s having OJ every single day. (tears of joy and anticipation.) The rest of Saturday was spent walking to downtown Hinsdale for some picture-taking. I have below attached a few pictures I took, but you can see a bunch more at The day started out completely overcast, but by 3:00 pm there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the weather, while nippy, was perfect for a picturesque Autumn walk in the quaint village of Hinsdale, Illinois. Afterwards, I treated the others to Starbucks, and our day was complete.

Today was typical Sunday: woke at 9:30, went to Church, came home, made lunch, wrote this email. I plan on getting a very lengthy, very tasty nap as soon as this letter is finished. This coming week promises to be very enjoyable: Halloween, my birthday, my brothers are visiting… all sorts of cool things will be happening. But all is not fun and games: this week God has called me to make some very difficult sacrifices and I’m still having a very hard time dealing with them. Pray that God would strengthen and encourage me, and help me to see His higher purposes for these sacrifices. Praise Him, He knows what’s best for me. Just because I don’t like something doesn’t mean it’s not good for me. Anyone whose mother has fed him or her spinach can tell you that, and whatever God does is good. If I have a problem with His plans, then I am wrong. This is something He’s shown me quite clearly this week. The struggle over whether to surrender the areas in question to Him was an epic one, but like all battles I’ve had with Christ, I lost, and knuckled under. Funny how that always happens. The thing is, with God, if you surrender grudgingly, you’re not really surrendering. You have to want to surrender to Him in order for it to be genuine.

Anyways, I hope God blesses you with His grace and mercy this week, and I hope to see you all soon. I shall be returning home the week of December 9, if all goes well, so I’ve little more than a month more to go here. Keep in Touch and (as always) Love All!

~Dave the Van Abraham Dueck, 4th Dueck in Line for Top Dog in the Legacy

Written by Dave Dueck

October 28, 2007 at 4:06 pm

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First, two things I forgot to mention in my last update:
1. I was chased across a field by a skunk, and
2. I found a tube of skin lotion that makes my hands greasy and smell like Desitin.

The first of these incidents occurred after a brisk run in the cool evening a week from last Tuesday. I was walking up the hill towards the thick woods that separates my apartment building from the rest of the campus when I noticed two furry white stripes wobbling around about 30 feet from me. Even though it was practically pitch-black outside, I knew it was a skunk. “Cool!” I thought. “A real skunk!” I’d never seen one in person before. I knew that if you just minded your own business, a skunk could be a pretty friendly animal, so I just smiled and kept walking on my merry way. Looking over, I noticed that the skunk was waddling its way over in my direction! I slowed a bit. It picked up the pace. I thought, “Hmmm, I knew they were friendly creatures, but this is incredible!” The cute little booger came right up to me at top speed! It could not have done better if it were a dog and I its beloved master, enticing it with a pound of steak. But all thoughts of benevolent and curious nature were abandoned when the abominable little slab of condemnation stopped, turned, and raised its tale. I spared no time taking off at top speed, and I never stopped to look back. Never let anyone tell you that skunks are curious, friendly beasties: they detest the human race and are malicious perpetrators of all things evil and not good.

The second of these incidents occurred as I was rooting through a back closet of the office, looking for coffee filters. All I found was herbal, decaf tea flavoured like lemons and rosemary or whatever. After more minutes of fruitless searching, I alighted on a tube of cream: JERGENS SKINCARE ULTRA-HEALING CREAM: SOFTENS AND HEALS THE ROUGHEST SKIN. CONTAINS BETA HYDROXY AND ALPHA HYDROXY. The last ingredient on the list (and I kid thee not) is ‘fragrance.’ This is true. The cream smells just like babies, or rather, the smell babies get when they’ve been treated for diaper rash. And my hands feel as though I’ve been frying shrimp with my bare hands all afternoon when I use it. But Dave is willing to take the bad with the good, and he is not one to throw away free goop, no matter how bad he may smell/feel after smearing it all over himself.

And now on to this week. Did anything happen of note? Let me check my journal…

I cleaned my apartment again, I can’t remember whether it was Tuesday or Wednesday. Anyways, chores are now a regular thing. For a while, I was either gone so much or switching apartments so often that it was hard to get them done regularly. Now I have my old room back, and there’s no sign of me moving out until I go home, so it’s gotten way easier to keep things clean. I do the dishes every day (despite rumours to the contrary), I vacuum and dust the entire place once a week, and the bathroom gets treatment twice a week. My bed is made every day and my clothes put where they need to be. I’m not saying this in pride: I’m just saying that any long-held fears that bachelor living may have corrupted me into an incurable slob may be allayed here and now. And, much as I hate to say it, I have discovered that I like cleaning. It is the one black mark on my otherwise pure list of hobbies. There’s just something about seeing something transform from a dirty, nasty, unidentifiably gray blot on the landscape into a bathroom sink that makes my heart sing. The same applies to the toilet, shower, bedroom, desk, and ceiling. I’m sure some of my audience can relate, but I don’t expect everyone to. If you think me strange, you have every right to. Since the Fall of Man roughly several millenia ago, it has been against Human Nature to take pleasure in virtuous things. Perhaps this new discovery of mine is a sign of the End of the World. In any case, just know that I am just as surprised and shocked (and even dismayed) as the rest of you.

My week, otherwise, has had its ups and downs. Monday was actually the best day of the week, if only because it went by so quickly and nobody had left yet. You see, staff turnover rate is very high at IBLP and this week saw another bunch of people leave for home, never to return (at least while I’m here). I like to think I am friends with most people, but I have a core group of friends who are my very best, and to whom I devote a significant amount of time. When people in this group leave, it hits me very hard and I sink into a depression. God has given me joy through it all, but even so it’s SO hard to deal with. Sigh…

A significant good thing that happened was that on Friday I finished the wedding video I was making. It’s done! I duplicated it, packaged it, and will ship it out tomorrow. It’s very nice to have it finished. I sure hope the client enjoys it.

Please be praying for me: Friday saw the arrival of a very unexpected situation that has left me completely, totally, and in all other ways humiliated, shocked, bewildered, and even bitter. I cannot give any details, but let’s just say that I walk around with a pit in my stomach and it’s very hard to enjoy myself lately. I’ve given the situation to God and I trust that whatever results from it will be His work (and therefore Good), but just pray that God will give me strength and peace. Wisdom wouldn’t hurt, either. I get a headache just thinking about it, and I wish I could just fly away from everything. Man, oh man. You guys have no idea. Anyways…

Yesterday I went to downtown Chicago again. Peter Baehr‘s brother Stephen is in town, and Eric Rice’s friend John Molitor is attending College near here, so we five took the train downtown to see some sights (again). I’m realizing that I know Chicago better than I know Minneapolis. I never bothered to walk around downtown in Minnesota as much as I do here. Anyways, we went to Navy Pier, Millenium Park, Old Navy, Borders, and took a free trolley ride. I took no pictures because I forgot my camera and I have pictures of most of these places anyways. We had a great time, but I was thoroughly exhausted by the time I got back and remembered I had to run camera for evening Staff Meeting, the topic of which was ‘Transforming Sleep Disorders.’ It was interesting, but I confess I had a hard time determining if I had any sleep disorders as I began nodding off halfway through the meeting. After walking around in Chicago all day, standing up and not moving for two hours while manning a camera was not the most invigorating activity I could think of, but I had no choice. The only real problem I had was a very sore neck. Anyways, the walk to dinner in the cool, fresh air and the subsequent downing of cookie-shaped pizza slices was made that much better because of my trials. After dinner and an abbreviated bit of socializing, I went home to bed, and slept like the proverbial guy who slept.

I hope everyone has had a marvelous week and may you all be filled with God’s joy. Love All,

~Dave the Dueck

Written by Dave Dueck

October 21, 2007 at 2:22 pm

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A short but informative bit of drivel

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This must needs be an incredibly short update, unless I can fabricate some monstrously unbelievable poppycock to give it substance.

As many of you know, I was expecting to go to Indianapolis this week to work at the Counseling Seminar for People Who Want to Learn How to Counsel Other People Who Need to Be Counseled, otherwise known as the Treasures of the Heart Seminar. (Don’t ask. I don’t know either.) Instead, as you know, I was told to remain in Chicago. I had mixed feelings about this: on one hand, a cousin and four or five very good friends were going to be there and I was going to dearly miss their company. On the other hand, working camera from Tuesday until Saturday was not an exciting prospect and the thought of being able to hang around in relative idleness was an attractive one. At any rate, I spent little time in the office during actual work hours, and less time socializing. The reasons for this are obvious: 1) I was never in the office during the day because the equipment I needed to work on my wedding video was being used/hogged by a co-worker, so I had to work at night and over the weekend, and 2) Naturally, because most people were gone to Indianapolis for the aforementioned Seminar, and I was not at work until nightfall everyday, so naturally there were no people to talk with and none with whom to work. I saw a few people at lunch on a couple days, but I mostly didn’t go to lunch this week, so I was a very lonely and morose fellow by week’s end.

Last night, though, everyone returned. I was able to see people! And I went to dinner, which makes, at last count, my fourth meal in the last five days. Somewhere along the line, even though I was not at work, I got busy enough that meals fell by the wayside. It was good to stuff one’s face again, and with such wonders as a delicious thick stew, wonderful, terrific bread, homemade ginger snaps, and profuse M&Ms! Joy! The ginger snaps and M&Ms alone made things feel like Christmas again, and the feeling was helped by the fact that I was drinking hot cappuccino and socializing with great people whom I had not seen all week. (At IBLP HQ, people are the lifeblood of one’s… life. If there’s no one around, things get insufferable really, really fast. Like within a day or two. Hopefully this helps you readily appreciate the depths of loneliness and solitude into which I was plunged this week.)

But despite (or perhaps because of) this loneliness, I managed to get at least one thing done: I AM FINISHED WITH MY MOVIE AND IT’S ON DVD!! I am so happy and excited about this that I cannot contain myself. I have been working on this movie for over two years, and knowing that I don’t even have to think about it if I don’t want to is something psychedelic to me. It’s 69 minutes and 40 seconds long (roughly) and better and funnier than I could have ever hoped (though, being director, writer, and co-star, I am apt to be a tad biased). Praise the Lord. Food, friends, and finished films find me freshened and fervently feasting on God’s undeserved blessing. Yayness! (…to quote Andrew Rice again. Thanks, man!)

Today it is still cold and cloudy (the way I like it), and a much-desired touch of rain is here, making things suitably dismal to temper my spirits. Today shall be spent rejoicing, eating and socializing, with perhaps a tasty nap somewhere in the mix (in short, doing all the things I didn’t do during the week). I hope God blesses thy weekend and may thine adventures be prosperous and instructive!

Until next time, Love all!

~Dave Van Dueck

“I’m not sure if you know what the word ‘excesses’ means, but those are what Pongo’s Uncle Fred, Lord of Ickenham, upon arriving in the metropolis, invariably commits.” –P.G. Wodehouse

Written by Dave Dueck

October 14, 2007 at 12:45 pm

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Hey guys an’ women!

I found out that I am NOT, in fact, going to Indianapolis this week. I was a bit disappointed, but it can’t be helped. Sorry, Joy.

In other news, I deep-cleaned my apartment today. The former occupants neglected to clean it even once during their six-week stay. Yes, Mom, I still know how to scrub a toilet and ‘get into the corners’ with the vacuum attachments. The weather here is supposed to get pretty cold here soon. Yayness, to quote Andrew Rice.

Instead of running a big ol, old ol’, nasty ol’, gray ol’, digital ol’, heavy ol’, tall ol’ video camera, I’ll be locked away in the basement of IBLP HQ with nothing but some coffee and an iPod to keep me company as I start editing my wedding video. Wish me blessings.

So yeah. I’ll still be here all week. Everybody can still contact me in the usual way. Call me. We’ll do lunch.

Love all,


“I’m sorry, I was having a flashback.”

–Wonka, ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’

Written by Dave Dueck

October 8, 2007 at 6:20 pm

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Whatever. It’s October, so…

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By Danny Elfman
The Grand Finale

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Satisfaction… God… Blessing…

I mentioned in a previous letter (many months ago) about a family who recruited me to videotape a school play, and I also mentioned how I messed the whole thing up and ended up with no sound to go with the video. And for a verbatim rendition of ‘Hamlet,’ this is not a good thing. Suffice to say it was my very first time working on a project for someone other than myself, and I ruined everything. This week I had a chance to redeem myself.

This same family had me videotape a wedding for them yesterday. It was the first time I have ever videotaped a wedding, and I expected it to be a huge challenge. I was given total freedom over the project, and two assistants were assigned to help me, Peter Baehr and Eric Rice. Both of these guys have taped weddings before, so I wondered why one of them was not put in charge instead of me. I possess leadership abilities of but meagre quality. But the deal was done, and I was put in charge of accomplishing a large task which I had never performed before, and I got understandably very nervous. My entire week was spent either studying Wedding Videography on the computer or wailing and gnashing my teeth in the darkest recesses of the basement. To say I was anxious would be a gross understatement.

The thing is, not only did I have the pressure of accomplishing something completely new to me, I had to direct my assistants as well, and pretend I knew what I was talking about. In other words, besides just getting the thing taped, I felt I had to be a perfect boss at the same time. Double pressure! I knew I didn’t have it in me to do either. So I cried out to the Lord for wisdom and understanding as the day drew near. And after I did, an overwhelming sense of peace came over me. It’s one thing to read and hear about the effects of crying out to God, but it’s something else to experience it for yourself. I still didn’t know anything, but I knew that God would work through me and that if I just relied on His strength and Wisdom to carry me through, I would be fine.

And I was! In fact, as the day of the wedding arrived and we set up our stuff at the church, nothing seemed to be amiss, and the ceremony was taped without a single problem. I felt, literally, that I did NO WORK throughout the course of the day. I came away from the job exhausted but very, very happy. I give all credit to Christ, who strengthened me. And a very honourable mention goes to my assistants, Peter and Eric, whose wonderful advice and expert camera work, as well as attention to detail and initiative, carried the day. Watching them work made me feel like just another bystander. I owe them each a couple beverages and maybe some food stamps.

I feel like it was a great chance to use the skills I’ve acquired here in a more tangible, accessible fashion than just conference/seminar work. It really broadened my horizons, and I feel like maybe God can use me yet. Plus I got to wear a corsage (not to be confused with a corset), a DEFINITE plus. Nothing boosts the confidence level by having a girl pin a huge white rose on your lapel. I think it added a noticeable swagger to my stride. I also got to see some very good friends again, and the reception food was amazing. All in all, despite the workload, I really, really enjoyed myself. What a difference from the way I expected it to be! Praise God! (Please note: If there is anyone reading this who plans on getting married soon, PLEASE don’t ask me to tape your wedding for you: the only reason we were able to pull it off was because we used IBLP equipment. When I return home, it will take me a while to save up for my own before I start doing such things habitually. Sorry.)

Otherwise, my week was pretty uneventful. There were a couple days where I worked overtime, filming some interviews, but there is nothing else really worth mentioning. Oh yeah! Scratch that. I began playing my trumpet again. I was bored out of my noggin one evening and I felt like doing only two things: arguing with girls or playing some music. The former was out of the question, so I opted for the latter. At first I considered playing piano, but I only know fragments of three songs and I’m sick of them, so I whipped out my good ol’ silver & gold Jupiter Carnegie Deluxe and had a whack at it. I haven’t played it since February, so my lips get really tired really fast, but I’m geting there. I’m glad to have discovered that my fingers and lips still remember what to do. And so I have rediscovered the joy of losing myself to music of my own making. Ahhhh… My life is returning, bit by bit, to the richness it once knew.
Tomorrow I’m going to Indianapolis for the third time this year to videotape the Counselling Seminar, put on by IBLP and friends. It’ll be very busy, but I want to go because I have a beloved cousin working there and some good pals as well, so it’ll be enjoyable. After this seminar, there will only be two more conferences this year to attend before I can come home. The days are running out…

Which reminds me: my favourite time of year (Autumn/Winter) is here! And you know what that means: holidays and my birthday! It is time to publish my yearly gift wish list! Mom, if you are reading this, remember to print out the list and stick it on the refrigerator door, just like always. Otherwise, I here sign off. Have an amazing week!!

Love All,


Before I go on, I must admit that the following list is immature, selfish, and arrogant. I have, in the past, written one of these every October for the benefit of my family, and it was them for whom this list was intended, but due to present circumstances, everyone else on my email and Xanga list is getting it by way of default. I have thus written it as though to an audience larger than my family to prevent confusion. Don’t feel pressured, and enjoy (but take action if the mood or conviction hits you). Without further ado, I present

Dave’s Annual-Yet-Traditionally-Ignored Holiday Wish List

directed to my Well-Loved Friends and Relatives:

Yet again, I find myself thrilled that the Autumn Months are upon us. It is a time of natural beauty, and of crisp, cool air that one does not fear to inhale. It is a time of flourishing fashion and the resurrection of long-sleeved apparel. And above all, it is a time of growing anticipation of Winter and the arrival of the Holidays, namely (in order) Halloween (or Fall Festival, as you prefer), my birthday (Nov. 1st), Guy Fawkes’ Day, Thanksgiving, Yuletide, and the New Year. (And I’m sure we could toss Hanukkah and some other ethnic holidays in there as well.) This is a time of special importance and enjoyment to us all, yet I find myself simultaneously saddened at the thought of not being able to spend most of this time with many of my beloved friends and family in Minnesota. This is a tragedy for which we must compensate!

Of course, I shall not be devoid of methods of celebration in which I can engage and indulge with my fellow students and co-workers, but a small part of me wonders if anybody back home remembers me and recalls how special the latter part of the year is to me, and if they are aware that I am turning 19 in the presence of total strangers, strangers who often forget that a select few people around them actually ENJOY celebrating their own birthdays. If there is someone who knows that this is actually the case, I appeal in this letter especially to you.

It is, however, entirely possible that you may wish to ignore my pleas for frivolous gain, especially considering the wide-spread and egregious modern notion that once one has passed 18 years of age, birthdays are not a thing to be celebrated but endured and even dreaded, not celebrated and rewarded. If this is indeed the case, I shall not force you. It is, after all, your money, and I am the one who has left all of you behind for a year of service to Mr. Michael Lyle (an unsympathetic Southern Gentleman), so I count myself lucky and fortunate (and, yes, grateful) if I get even a tube of Smarties™ for the Holidays. I shall not complain if you refuse to send a single present my way. Besides, people rarely paid any mind to these selfish lists of mine in the past, why should they now?

However, on the off-chance that you may be extremely attached to me and wish to continue this relationship and even bring it to a new level, I have a few suggestions that will make things a wee bit easier for you. Keep in mind that the following items are of the merely off-the-top-of-my head variety and the list is certainly not exhaustive in any stretch of the imagination. I shall be the first to admit, after all, that creativity is an admirable trait and should be encouraged when- and wherever possible. My needs, thank the Lord, are small, but my wants, thank the Devil, are many, profuse, and overflowing. One more thing: some of the following gifts are outrageously expensive. Be warned.

The List
  1. Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (this could be in the form of books or Audiobooks, not the movie).
  2. The Complete Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson (3-Volume set).
  3. Enduring Works of Classic Literature by Renowned Authors (Bram Stoker, Charles Dickens, Washington Irving, Sir Walter Scott, P.G. Wodehouse, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Jane Austen [NOT a joke], Lewis Carrol, C.S. Lewis, etc.).
  4. Music (I have, in the past, limited myself to movie scores, but I find my collection these days too large to be able to handle, and I am branching out into the fields of classical music, Broadway Musicals, and classic jazz [Cab Calloway, Dinah Shore, Bing Crosby, etc.]).
  5. Classy clothing (Men’s, of course).
  6. An Ornate, Wooden bubble pipe.
  7. A turtleneck sweater, ribbed.
  8. Candy or some such corrupting eatable.
  9. A set of Zebra pens.
  10. Classy fonts that you can’t get for free.
  11. A trip to the theatre (musical or stage-play, not a movie).
  12. A skiing trip.
  13. Fleece-lined jeans or corduroys.
  14. A good movie.
  15. A scarf.
  16. An external hard drive for my PC.
  17. A crazy straw!
  18. A lifetime supply of eggnog.
  19. Danny Elfman’s Music for a Darkened Theatre, Vols. I & II
  20. A good set of headphones.
  21. Creepy pyjamas.
  22. A black, no-line journal.
  23. Smartwool socks.
  24. A cool winter beanie.
  25. Anything made up of Dark Chocolate.
  26. A very tall coffee mug (NOT a travel mug).
  27. Coffee.
  28. A Party.
  29. A Travel Bible
  30. Lots and lots of chapstick.
  31. Novelty T-shirts.
  32. A sabbatical.

Written by Dave Dueck

October 7, 2007 at 10:35 pm

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