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August 03, 2004

27: Don't forget to bring a towel!

My instincts were right -- the iPod must be connected underneath the cube. Unfortunately this means tipping the cube in a direction that, for some reason, shuts the cube off. Due to the position of the cube on the desk, the height of the desk, and other seemingly trivial details, connecting the iPod to the cube was not easily accomplished. In order to see underneath the cube without tipping it to the point that it would turn off, I had to put my head upside down on the desk. After turning off the computer twice, nearly drooling on myself, and bonking my head on the lamp, the iPod was good to go.

The difficulty of this process makes adding new music or changing my playlists a bit unattractive, but far less than the realization that once I had all of this music in my hand, I was bored with it. Perhaps because the little Nomad II held so little music, I was eager to put only the best things on it. Now that I can have everything in the world at my fingertips, I'm a little jaded. Well, maybe not. Maybe I'm just disappointed by the sometimes shockingly bad music I've downloaded since receiving the previous player. And by bad, I mean, it's still better than what you have on your player. So... you know, back off. Now that I've figured the iPod out, I'm one step closer to mp3 nirvana. The state of bliss, not the band.

Already I feel a change in myself, or at least in the way I'm perceived. Now I must be even more annoying when I walk down the street because not only am I trying to quickly get around your lumbering, fat and semi-mobile carcass, I'm doing so with an expensive, image-conscious mp3 player. I even have the white earphones you hope will break so I'm forced to use the $10 Panasonic ones you're using. (Of course, you don't know how well I know those cheaper earphones; you don't know that I've successfully destroyed thousands and thousands of pairs of earphones with the aid of car keys and other sharp objects I tote around in my handbag). And you hate me. You hate my yuppie guts. You hope I trip, or that I at least have to wait at the crosswalk and be reminded that I'm no better than anyone else.

Of course, you'd be wrong, and just because I notice doesn't mean I care. Yes, I am in possession of this mp3 player. Yes, the white earphones still work. And yes, I am trying to navigate my way around your slow-moving mass.

But I deserve all of this! I listen to music constantly, I care about music in a way you probably don't. I didn't buy an iPod because I'm a yuppie sheep; it was gifted to me by a fashionable older brother who understands how much I would appreciate this player. Do you think you deserve it any more than I do? No, because if you had it, you'd just stuff it full of Maroon 5! And you walk really slowly and without any regard for anyone or anything around you!

Aside from all these things, you're totally ignoring the fact that this iPod is not...

It's more like...

Ahh... I'm kidding. My point is only that I see you getting annoyed with me, and you've got no reason to be.

I'm not the one moseying down the middle of the sidewalk like some giant trained bear. And I'm certainly not listening to G-Unit.

Posted by ashley at August 3, 2004 09:45 AM

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