Crisis Averted
For so long, I took pride in the fact that I did not own an iPod. Didn’t need one, I told people.
I have a built-in prejudice against Apple and had plenty of other ways to get my music. I could resist assimilating.
Or so I thought. I finally gave in over the summer and bought one. I didn’t go whole hog and get one of the fancy schmancy ones, even though I really wanted to.
Since then, I have settled into a routine, using the player to entertain me during the day at work or substituting it for my satellite radio during my commute.
I’m not rich or anything. I’m just an entertainment snob. I feel less comfortable in silence.
Which is why I could not believe my eyes a week ago. I had plugged my iPod into my computer to charge and saw a very strange message.