After a 2 year life filled with entertainment and an undisclosed number of pirated songs, my dear 4th generation iPod suddenly and inexplicably died. It’s last few months were good, and despite it’s new incarnations (i.e. iPod Video, ipod Photo, etc.) it remained functional and entertaining the whole time. So I’ll have to drop 300 bones on a new one quite soon. Here’s the scary part.
It was painful. Oh so painful. Perhaps I’ve developed a soft spot for the thing, but I was rather upset not only by it beaing broken, but by my reaction. The damn thing was like a 3rd arm. A music playing, backlit 3rd am. This has made me realize how dependant we’ve become on our gadgets. Be it cellphones, iPods, or otherwise.
I wondered what it would be like not having a cell phone for a day. Given the way I’ve adjusted my life since getting one, it would be tough not to have one. The average day I figured between getting to and from school, coordinating with friends and classmates, I make about 7 calls a day. Althought the calls arent generally over 3 minutes, were I using a payphone, that would still be $3.50 a day to communicate outside the home. Damn.
What was it like for people hundreds of years ago? No phones, no music besides what they could sing? Sure, they didn’t mind, but then again, they would probably consider an iPod an evil box of the Devil. But by our standards, it would suck to be them.
So as I sit here, taking a break from painting my deck (which my dear mother has promised me a sizeable amout of cash to do), I’m using the zenith of caveman technology; the Sony Discman. Although different, it satisifies my continous disillusionment fix. Quite frankly, I probably don’t need a new iPod, but I’ll end up doing it anyway.