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Fleas and Elephants
Wednesday, June 29th, 2005 07:38 pmThere is a herd of young elephants over my head.
Incessantly, they stomp through our hall, climbing our staircaises and roaming our kitchen in search of food, once in a while a younger male trumpets his discomfort.
They roam the basement and seem to be knocking against every wall on their way up and down our stairs.
And the cause of all the noise?
My brother, organising a LAN party.
And today we were told in pedagogics that due to the new media, many children were no longer taking part in social activities, always sitting around at home, alone, glued to the screen, no longer doing physical excercise.
Anyone who fears that is cordially invited to come round to see my ickle brother and his friends coming together from the entire neighbourhood, carrying computers around - and I am not talking about laptops here-, driving my grandmother out of the living room, stomping up and down the stairs carrying monitors... No worries. They are not sitting at home alone in a darkened room. And they do excercise. Those things are heavy, after all.
They are all together in our living room at the moment, each with his computer, enjoying cable jackstraws. (Julian: "Alright, I need the socket, so I'm gonna pull something out. Hey, what's this? Is this your cable? No? He-ey! Guys! Is this anyone's cable? Hello? Ok, fine..." - Flo: "Noooooo!!! What happened? NOOO!! My monitor just broke down!")
Flo told me that now that I am going to be a teacher he does not want to be seen in public with me any longer. He is so cute. When I got to know him he *was* a Flo, a flea. A small, cute, very precocious eight-year-old. Now he is a fourteen-year old, leering monster and a foot taller than me and any of his classmates. Luv'im.
All of them.
Incessantly, they stomp through our hall, climbing our staircaises and roaming our kitchen in search of food, once in a while a younger male trumpets his discomfort.
They roam the basement and seem to be knocking against every wall on their way up and down our stairs.
And the cause of all the noise?
My brother, organising a LAN party.
And today we were told in pedagogics that due to the new media, many children were no longer taking part in social activities, always sitting around at home, alone, glued to the screen, no longer doing physical excercise.
Anyone who fears that is cordially invited to come round to see my ickle brother and his friends coming together from the entire neighbourhood, carrying computers around - and I am not talking about laptops here-, driving my grandmother out of the living room, stomping up and down the stairs carrying monitors... No worries. They are not sitting at home alone in a darkened room. And they do excercise. Those things are heavy, after all.
They are all together in our living room at the moment, each with his computer, enjoying cable jackstraws. (Julian: "Alright, I need the socket, so I'm gonna pull something out. Hey, what's this? Is this your cable? No? He-ey! Guys! Is this anyone's cable? Hello? Ok, fine..." - Flo: "Noooooo!!! What happened? NOOO!! My monitor just broke down!")
Flo told me that now that I am going to be a teacher he does not want to be seen in public with me any longer. He is so cute. When I got to know him he *was* a Flo, a flea. A small, cute, very precocious eight-year-old. Now he is a fourteen-year old, leering monster and a foot taller than me and any of his classmates. Luv'im.
All of them.
