So: Enough about blogging. My going on and on about the blogging software behind this site is a bit like a chef going on and on about the brand of gas oven he prefers. As a restaurant patron, you don’t care. You just came to eat.
I haven’t written yet about my new iPod, which I got for my birthday several weeks ago. With most technology, I’ve been an early adopter. By contrast, I’ve come to the iPod party very late in the game.
My iPod Photo features a color screen and a clickwheel. It can store and display photos (though I don’t have a photo on it). Its 30 GB hard drive — for non-technical people, that translates to “great big honking memory space” — holds days and days of music. How much music? Let’s just say I’ve uploaded every CD I’ve ever purchased into the thing, and I’ve barely used up one-fifth of its capacity.
To write about using iPods to create “the soundtrack of your life” is cliche. All I’ll say here is that, all these years, I’ve greatly underestimated the simple power of being able to summon, on demand, music that can enhance, or even alter, my mood. When I meditate, the iPod is there (playing a masterpiece by Liquid Mind). When I drive around town, my iPod is there (broadcasting the Pet Shop Boys via its tiny FM transmitter). When I take a walk, my iPod is there (delivering my weekly Battlestar Galactica podcast — a DVD-style commentary on each episode of my favorite television show, recorded by the writer/producer).
Especially in a city like Jackson, where the basics are in place but worthwhile distractions are hard to come by, the iPod does more than play my tunes. It makes my wold richer, livelier, more personalized, more mine.
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