This evening I am lamenting the loss of my mini iPod. I have been in denial for a few months that the beautiful baby that brings me so much joy and companionship is broken. I’ve tried hitting it, pressing all the buttons, putting it in a drawer for a few days and just listening to fuzzy music, but with the case bulging and the audio output almost gone I can ignore the problem no more...
I have emerged from denial sombre, and have just sealed my little one in a plastic bag and wrapped it in foam to send to Apple for repair. Come back to me soon my sweet! I’ll have a small 4MB hole in my life until your return.
In the mean time I am pondering the strange affection I develop for gadgets. I don’t go so far as to name them, but as each shiny little appliance, from my iBook to my mobile, performs another little function that enhances my life, I find my affection for it grow like an owner for it’s pet.
Then again the way they lull you into a false sense of dependency and security and then break on you is mightily annoying! Hmmm maybe a forced fast of my iPod is a good idea as I am scaring myself reading this post back… Good night xc