Walking the Wall

The neighborhood shook with my screams of excitement when my husband came home from a long trip to Florida for work with my first iPod a few years ago. Actually, it was an iPod mini, 6 gig (of course I took a picture of it!)–he doesn’t know a great deal about technology (that’s my niche in our family unit) and was disappointed it wasn’t the color screen he thought it was. The next day he took himself off to rectify that and came back with a 30gig Photo (as pictured above to the left). My husband really understands to not bother with diamonds and bring on the toys!

To say that my iPod Photo was well used is an extreme understatement–it was used every day off and on all day long. Music in the kitchen, music in the bathroom getting ready, meditation music late at night, audible books and more music in the car on the way to school, yoga music and dance around the house with my daughter and sing at the top of my lungs music. It is most certainly my most prized possession which I should probably feel guilty about on some level of attachment but I love it too much to feel guilty.

My friend Liz killed it.

Okay, that might be a bit of an extreme statement–perhaps she just happened to be there PUSHING BUTTONS OVER AND OVER EVEN THOUGH IT WAS FROZEN when it happened to die. I got the iPod frowny face of doom and was up until 4am trying to repair it. By the next day I had tried everything recommended other than dropping it from the recommended by some10 feet. I was amazed to find that there are actually many forum threads devoted to the art of dropping your iPod when the hard drive goes. That morning my husband took matters into his own hand and dropped it on our hard wood floor–twice, for good measure. It started working again, all hail the internet! However, it only works intermittently and crunches and crackles as the hard drive spins and doesn’t cooperate well when hooked to the computer. The end of an Era.

Luckily I had planned to sell my Palm Tungsten E (it is on its way to a good home with my friend) and had saved a bit with the plan to get a Blackberry or some form of phone/pda combo. My husband, perhaps in an act of self preservation, took me out to the store that morning to look at the new incarnations of iPods with me being torn between the cute, square iPod Nano 8 gig and the gorgeous iPod Touch. I won’t give you a play by play as the suspense is already ruined by the picture at the top of the post but I walked out the door with an iPod Touch 8gig. Then given that my graduation after 11 long years is near and my husband believes the bigger the better, 20 minutes later I walked back out with an iPod Touch 16gig. So instead of a phone/pda combo I have an ipod/pda combo and it is a thing of great beauty.

Thank you, Liz, for killing my iPod.