Well, folks. I’ve done the unthinkable. I’ve sold out to the man. I am to this blog what Dylan was to his surprisingly narrow-minded folky fans at Newport 1965. I’m now the owner of an iPod Nano. See, I thought I could resist the movement forever. But then, while packing up for winter break at the very last minute, it occurred to me: man, I have a whole heck of a lot of CDs that I couldn’t bear parting with even for a month (regardless of whether I actually played a single one of them over break is a different matter altogether). And much as I love my vast and eclectic CD collection, it sure is a pain in the butt to have to transport it back and forth between home and school. To make a long story short, I decided to swallow years’ worth of my technophobic pride and buy myself one of them new-fangled music machines. This is not to say I’ve given up on all other formats of music (in fact, just earlier this week I was at f.y.e. splurging an obscene amount of holiday gift card credit — and then some — on CDs), nor that I’ve gained much more trust in technology. But let’s face it — it’s so much easier to move your music collection from one location to another when it doesn’t weigh half as much as you do.
“…And humble pie is always hard to swallow with your pride.” Or something to that effect. January 21, 2010