Thursday, January 24, 2008

Jon Rocks

Like most of us Daillaks, my brother, Jon, has his quirks. His most notable ones relate to hair care, vanity plates, the post office and -- the one at issue here -- gift-giving occasions. You see, Jon tends to skip them, not on principle, not because he forgets, not even because of a lack of funds (though he tries to use this as an excuse from time to time.) He just doesn't give gifts very often. And we all know this well enough by now that it doesn't even cause hurt feelings or warrant an apology. He's basically trained the expectation out of us. Here's the thing, though: when he does give gifts, they are the kind you find yourself talking about, and appreciating, for years.

Last week he gave me a Flip video camera. It's a no-nonsense, palm-sized, cordless wonder of a thing that holds up to an hour of footage & sound and plugs right into your computer (or tv) for uploading. Even though I didn't know such a fabulous piece of technology existed, now that I do, I can't think of anything I might've wanted more this season. Well-done, brother man.

Here's a little sample. Not very exciting, I admit. But I'm practicing. You'll see.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

shoot, you just hit the tip of the iceberg with my quirks!

you left out how i don't do cards either...for example, i'm at work, and i just have to sign a birthday card for a coworker.

my problem with this is...it was handed to me in disguise as a manila file folder - with the card inside.

here's what i don't get. the coworker recieving this card later today - 1) know's today is his birthday... 2) know's the office protocol of giving a card to the birthday person... 3) know's that eveyone in the office will have signed the card - wether you like the person or not.

so why make the card signing so secretive!

Tad said...

Well I feel left out. I mean I received a Christmas present. (o.k. it was a week late) and I do have a few cards tucked in my underwear drawer. I also have a stack of love notes about 2 inches thick. tee-he.
:) Oh, and did I tell you he washes dishes!

Congrats, Django is precious.