Let me start off by saying that this post was going to be about my current oboe crisis and general unhappiness with the world.
A tragedy, nay, a TRAVESTY has occurred now that overshadows it all. How naive i was to be worried about next year when i now find myself wondering how i will get through TOMORROW on cds alone.
Yes, it is true. At 8:20, February 5, 2009, my ipod, my beloved, cherished, dependable 80g ipod committed suicide. She has been hooked up to itunes since then, with the same screen showing, in a permanent 'lock'. My ipod has acted like this before, but never to this degree. Yes, she is quite the drama queen, freezing occasionally, crying when i sync to many cds at once and draining batteries with record speed. But always, ALWAYS coming back to life. Now, she is still, lifeless.
It begs the question- what did i do to her that she needed to remind me of her importance in my life? Did the name "baby" not suit her? Did i let strangers listen to her one too many times? Did i overfill her with podcasts?
More on this later.....
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