More iPod Reflections

Sorry, don't have much time for Delia lately; I reckon I'd spend some time bonding and getting to know my iPod. I know, there are many things going on in the world of FAV - nun murder trial, immigration, the Duke doofuses (both graduates of Catholic high schools) - but hey, if the FAV Correspondent isn't reporting on them, and she's supposed to be The Go-to Girl on these stories - then the FAV Correspondent's humble blogger ain't touchin' 'em either. (Oh, wouldn't the holy nuns just faint if they knew I could write like that!) I guess there are other more urgent non-FAV stories, like Scotty's resignation (probably one of the hardest jobs in the world, at least under this administration), Rumsfeld's folly, Iran... So let the FAV girl rest and her humble blogger... well, play.

Instead, more reflections on my iPod... I swear, this thing induces a drop in IQ and social skills; this predilection, I think like alcoholism, is genetic for some people. And this declaration is coming from someone who has managed to escape any long-term attachment to humans and gadgets alike, including cell phones, blackberries, computers, play stations, PDAs, walkmans... Have I completely fallen into that murky river of iPod addiction? Am I on that dangerous precipice of drunken iPod stupor, where the line between heaven and hell is blurred by the strains of whatever it is that is being piped into my eardrums?

I can only take solace in the fact that iPod attachment is meant for our short-attention span generation. Not when the newest gadget is already in the production line, soon to replace this beloved contraption. For that reason (or maybe I am in denial?) - I justify this unncessary vice by calculating the shelf life of such creations and how I, a long-term specie, can AND will move on. Eventually. (But then again, I said that about this Delia crush and one year later, I still smile when I see her on TV...) Besides, the voices in my head are starting to complain... they don't like the competition.

See, I've already moved on. And all it took was taking those damn headphones out of my ears.


Delia Gallagher