Rob: DUDE! turn that sh*t off. Sounds like he’s whining. What the hell is he saying?
me: They’re from Iceland. Get over it.
me: DUDE. GET OVER IT.
Rob: You suck.
me: I suck or the music sucks?
This conversation was about Sigur Ros.. and me, I guess. My little brother really cracks me up. Living with him is fun — since he does listen to me a lot and actually seeks my counsel on just about everything. We hang out at shows and museums – but mainly, my focus is traveling (domestic, more international) with him. He’s a good travel buddy – no fuss, no frills – we go do our thing, we leave. Recently, he asked for another trip since he has a 3-week break between terms in November. Earlier this year, I took him to NYC as a reward for being accepted into Art Center. Now he needs a break and much needed recharge of inspiration.
I know I have been accused of spoiling him a bit much – but seriously, this kid busts his ass at school and he deserves what he asks for. I mean – he rarely asks for anything. And he’s such a good kid. He’s so focused on school it makes me sick. He stays home all the time to finish projects – and will sometimes yell at me if he knows I am pushing myself too hard. Say if I go out until 2am and he knows I have an early start the next day. We look out for each other. All the time.
Last week, as I was almost passed out on the couch after watching Conan and he sits next to me and says,
Dude, I think I want to change to Trans(Transportation Design). I mean, I am getting a lot of good marks from my instructors in that department – and they all think my skills are better suited for that.
Well, what do you really want to do? I just want you to have as many job options once you graduate – and not be locked into designing for Honda the rest of your life.
I know, and I mean I want to end up with Nike. But I think I’m happier with my work in Trans. And I know I can get good grades for the entire time I am there if I switch.
Ok then, since you said happy – there’s no discussion. You make an appointment with the head of that department and you make you move.
Already done, dude.
Then why are we having this conversation then?
Because I need to hear it from you.
Aww, my brother friggin’ RULES. He makes me so proud. I think I’ll book tickets to Hawaii.
18 months. curls and ginormous cheeks!
23 years. this kid is officially now ‘too hip hop’ for me. but i still love him.