It’s amazing that a mere year and a half ago I actually lived without you. I walked around, breathed, talked, and occasionally even smiled, all that despite the fact that you were not a part of my life. Even more amazing yet, that I actually lived long stretches of my life, sometimes hours, without the accompaniment of a musical soundtrack. I would walk places, cook things, wait in line at the store, and do many other things completely devoid of any music. But now, thanks to you, iPod; every time I make toast, sit in a moving vehicle, or get the mail; I’m doing so to the soundtrack of my life.
Your sleek, sophisticated design, complimented nicely by a silicone case, makes you as easy on the eyes as you are on the ears. But, as the old cliché goes, it’s not about what you have on the outside; it’s about what’s on the inside. You’re insides are beyond my comprehension in their technological mastery, all I know is that you somehow manage to hold 2,500 of my songs and allow me to play them at any time. How you do this, I have no idea. But it’s one of the few guarantees in my life. You allow me to play those songs in a variety of ways; by album, artists, “on-the-go” playlists that I create myself, and in my favorite mode, which is the glorious shuffle.
With the shuffle comes a duality of musical certainty. I am uncertain about what song is coming next, but since they are all my songs, I am certain that it will be a song I enjoy. I don’t know if it will be Jay-Z or Tom Waits, and I like that, it’s like having a DJ who plays only your records. If only you could cram a television in their too. Oh, that’s right, you can.
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