You know, I’m worried that Apple will stop making iPod classics, so perhaps I should buy up all the ones I see now, so that when it happens I’ll have backups. Because, you know there will be people on eBay selling them for ridiculously expensive prices once they’re no longer being made. But I wouldn’t sell any one of the ones I would collect before that time. I love them too much. It’s like my friend Mary and her infatuation for Johnny Depp. She has one of his autographed posters for one of the Jack Sparrow movies, and I know it sells for a lot of money, but she would never part with it.
I have three iPods. Well, my family does. And when my kids throw or drop theirs, I freak out, thinking that the end has come for that one member of our iFamily. Luckily, it hasn’t happened yet, and no iEulogies have had to be written, but I have also taken to making sure I’m around when they’re using it. It might not stop the inevitable, but it might just delay it. And this one time, my iPod classic (of the 160GB variety) wouldn’t connect to iTunes and I had to completely reboot it, to reinstall the software, and to reload every single one of my 26,138 songs, which took an ungodly amount of time. But the best feeling in the world was when that thing turned back on after everything I had to do, and it worked! I swear I saw a halo appear above it.
Five ways my iPod has changed my life:
1. It allowed me to use my CD-Rs as coasters.
2. It showed me the glory of the click-wheel.
3. It fried my brain with too many options.
4. It made me re-evaluate my dislike for Apple.
5. It introduced me to podcasts.
And, while I love my Android phone and my Nook, both that have touchscreens, there is something I cannot stand about the iPhone or the iPod Touch, maybe because they try to combine too much, or the fact that the storage capacity is so much less. If I want to listen to music, I want the biggest possible memory space to do just that (see #3 above), and only the iPod classic can give me that, click-wheel or not. I don’t want my enjoyment of my songs to be interrupted, either, by the sounds of a ringtone, or by the insane vibrations of the iPhone when I get a text message. I’m old-school that way, even with a relatively new school invention.
iPod classic ’til I die.