He ain't heavy...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Last night, while struggling to squint to read the book, my brother Isaac came back and asked me when my exams were over. Being suspicious that he might ask me for a favour or something, I didn't reply immediately, and instead questioned his question. Sorry, but it's a force of habit.
turns out he was devoid of an ulterior motive though, because he bought for me this book about 'Weapons of mass communication', on the design of War propaganda material throughout pre-WWI to post Iraq. it tied in nicely with my two interests in design and military, but it was more for interest reading than picking up tips on designing.. war propaganda. Heheh. Unless of course, amidst rising prices of anything and everything, plus global warming, WWIII surfaces to the style of BF2142.
To say I was mildly surprised would be an understatement, his book for me was very astounding, since anyone close to us should know, we as brothers, aren't so much as brothers, sadly.
Thinking of this makes me want to post something I intended to, except my computer failed on me. Or, given it might have been a virus, I failed it.
Moving house is going to be strange, because I think the separation, psychologically, in a bigger house, is going to be much more than it is now, and that
is saying something. I hope after moving, this family unit still sticks close, or at least, to the same extend it does now. With Gabriel the only guy on the attic floor, there isn't much reason to visit him at any whim, especially since he gets mighty irritated when we bother him.
With Joel next door, literally, he won't have to tolerate my habits anymore.
Leaving items in the way of the passage, causing him to trip and curse now and then,
Telling him I want to sleep at this certain time, earlier than he'd like,
Sometimes causing my chair to get in the way of his drawer, (that isn't my fault, really, but yeah.)
I think we'll both be glad with separate rooms, him more than I, but still, I'd miss the times we can talk to each other, lying on our backs and about to drift to sleep, yet catching up with each other in day to day events.
How about the time when one of my friends, I can't remember which now, asked me why not, upon reaching home, do we greet our brothers? From then on, I did so, and now it is pretty commonplace for me to greet Isaac and Joel, but not Gabriel because his lips stay shut for the response.
Really, they ain't that heavy.
posted by joseph at 7:11 AM