The Maverick Tribe

So today I put in another day at Habitat for Humanity.  This is the fourth time I've been out at the site.  Today we worked on putting up some plywood sheathing.  The first two floors are framed, and we spent a lot of time on what will eventually become the attic crawlspace.  I sharped my skills with power saws (circular, reciprocating).  By the end of the day my hammering arm was a little sore.

The Habitat crowd is about what you'd expect:  liberal, crunchy, hipster, generally vegan, and uniformly white.  At lunch someone loaned a Noam Chomsky book to someone else.  Another guy named JoJo, who probably dresses up like some sort of jester at the Renaissance Fair, went around asking everyone what their "spirit animal" was.  (His was the satyr-panda -- and no, I don't know what that is either.  He even drew a picture of one on plywood with his pencil.  All of it was slightly Napoleon Dynamite but without the autism.)  Someone else was chowing down on a "Soy-rizo", which is, as was explained to me, a meatless, soy-based version of chorizo.  Yum.

A freckly blonde gave me a personality test where she had me describe a cube, a sphere, a horse, and their relative placements to each other, and the sphere represents your life, and the color of the sphere represents your personality, and the horse represents... eh, who the fuck cares.  Building stuff is fun.

Here's a picture I found of some of the completed homes.  (I'll take my own pics the next time I go out.)