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.