iPod Blues

Sometimes, I just don't think technology can be trusted.

Over the past few weeks, I've had to deal with all kinds of failures in machinery and electronics. The fluorescent light in my kitchen seems broken. Two weeks ago it was my car; last week it was my computer; now it's my iPod. My humble little mp3 player (if Apple products may be deemed humble), bearer of nearly four thousand songs, stopped charging through it USB cord last weekend. It was only a matter of time before it lost the power it already held, and lay on my desk a shell of its former self.

Today, it's singing again; I've plugged it into my roommate's stereo-majigger (iStation, they call it). So now power's running through it. Whether it's actually retaining any of that power in its battery remains to be seen. My money's on "no," because technology can't be trusted.

That said, I can't live without it. For the past few days, I've been forced to walk the streets without a constant stream of my favorite music pumped directly into my ear. That's not right.

One day, I suppose they'll find a way to actually stimulate the cells in your brain to "hear" music at maximum fidelity. This will remove the need for headphones, assuming you can tolerate the brain implant. You heard it here first; I'll be first in line to buy an iBorg. Or maybe an iHallucinate.