ipod, you pod

26.april.05: right now my most functional and accurate timepiece i have is my ipod, which calculated what my time was as soon as i told it my new timezone. this is sad, as it requires me to pull it out of my purse and show the world that i have fancy gadgets to rob.

everyone has the little white earbuds, yet i rarely am able to see if it’s actually attached to an ipod. however, i did see a violation of hidden apple code (of ethics): one guy was listening to a cheap little sony mp3 player with the ipod earbuds. way to ruin my “i’m in the elite crowd” trip.

i suppose it’s kind of snobbish of me, but when i see those signature earbuds on another person, a rush of elation washes over me that they, too, are a member of the happy fun joy club i am. i love my ipod, and if they’re walking around with theirs, i’m sure they are too.

looking at everyone on the tube, plane, train, or bus stop, i’d guess that 45%-65% of people have headphones on. but what they’ve got it attached to, i don’t know. these people are experts at hiding whatever music equipment they really have.
in fact, the bag that i’m using as a purse, which my sister allison gave to me, has a little slot in it to poke your headphones through. so does my big backpacker’s bag. super inconvenient, especially for me because i like to hit random and rate the songs from one to five stars as i’m listening. i have a playlist set up so that it will add any 4 or 5 star song to a gargantuan playlist. so i need to have it out in my hot little hands to fiddle with it.

mmmmm, an ipod fiddle. what a brilliant idea.