R.I.P. I drove up to the Apple Store in Troy, MI today. I had high hopes that guy at the Genius Bar could resurrect Bob the (dead) iPod. He was too polite to say it, but I could tell from his eyes that Bob is both dearly and truly departed. Apparently, if you were to put him next to a doornail, the doornail would get up, dance a jig, sing a song and serve you sushi, while Bob would be hard pressed to imitate a bearskin rug. In fact, even a dead doornail can do whatever it is that doornails are supposed to do, while a dead iPod is pretty much limited to imitating a pack of cigarettes in you shirt pocket.
Apple's products might be one exception to the old "better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" rule. My wife never thought I should have one, she said I wasn't a music guy. But if you have an iPod, you are a music guy , it just happens. I'm used to zipping from ABBA to Miles Davis to Gomez to Tom Waits in seconds, I'm used to having 5 GB of music perfectly attuned to my odd and eclectic tastes, I'm used to being perceived as cool when I pull out my little chrome and white buddy. But now all that is left are the memories and a small, Bob-shaped hole in my life.
3:55:27 PM 
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