I am about to admit something shocking. Until this week, I did not have an mp3 player. Nope. No iPod, no Zune, no Aiwa mp3 player. Zilch, nada, zip. But then, then, my cell phone gave up the ghost. After two years of being dropped on pavement, in toilets, and on hardwood floors, the speaker and the number 6 gave way. (6? Yeah, I don’t know why that one, either.) It also had a battery life of -2 minutes. It was a battery vampire. Fortunately, I’m the “account holder” on our cell contract, so I had lots of options for my “upgrade” phone, free with renewal. There were phones with qwerty keypads, phones with cameras better than my current one, phones with enough features to launch missiles.
Since the BH and I are both txtng luddites, and since my dad is also unlikely to become a txtng mnstr at age 66, we have a voice centered plan. (u pay thru nose 4 txts.) I therefore eliminated all the qwerty keyboarded phones. I like my camera as it is, so no megapixelated cameraphone.
So… after way too much agonizing and head scratching, I chose a Samsung Juke. It’s teeny, it comes in pretty colors (I got RED), and it’s a music player. Ever since the end of the cassette-walkman revolution, I have been music-less in my goings-about. But walking to work from the T station these past few weeks, I was reminded that you can’t walk successfully and accident-free while reading. (OK, maybe it’s just me…) And at 8am, I am not returning phone calls, as I might on my way home after work.
This morning, I was overcome with joy to hear Paul Simon’s “Late in the Evening” as I got off the train and started walking to work. That horn section in the middle really added a spring to my step. And… it’s pretty, and small (half the width of a pack of cards), and sparkly, and all the kids I’m working with on this project I’m on were all impressed. And did you know it cures cancer? And causes its bearer to lose 40 pounds?
BLC: entering the 20th century, only 8 years into the 21st.