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iBrilliance

I love my iPod. It's an ancient one -- someone recently called it the "archaic" version. It's a hand-me-down from my husband, who now has one that's more from the mesozoic than the paleozoic era of mp3-type players.

I covet my friend Jenni's Nano, which is tiny and beautiful and has a great gadget for plugging into the formerly - known - as - a - cigarette - lighter space and listening to it through the car radio. Even a Shuffle, with its mere 1 gig capacity, would be ideal for walking the dog or jamming at the gym.

But for now, I'm using my clunker. It works fine, just looks like I'm toting around a small computer. I can't imagine going back to the days of the Walkman. That thing was bigger than a shoe box.

And here's a sampling of what I listened to today on a walk with my Westie.

I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred
Father Figure - George Michael
Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler
Obsession - Animotion
Only In My Dreams - Debbie Gibson
Mambo No. 5 - Lou Bega


My husband's response to the discovery of my musical choices, obtained through iTunes:
You bought that? You really purchased that?

You bet. Off to enjoy a little Duran Duran and the GoGo's.

Comments

Melissa said…
Tell your husband to hush, you have brilliant taste in music! George Michael will always be cool.
Jenni said…
The only one of those NOT on my iPod is Mambo--- and that song NEEDS to be on mine, too!!!

My iPod nearly got to mow the lawn today with my husband, but I can't find my little neoprene cover... so the shiney doesn't scratch, don't you know!

You know what ticks me off? My *mom* gets all the toys first and I have to covet and whine until I get them.

Sigh... I hate being a grown up.
Brianne said…
GREAT music choices. Kudos. I really mean that. I have "I'm Too Sexy" on probably four or five of my CDs. I'm really looking forward to the new Dresden Dolls' CD. You want to check them out? Go to www.myspace.com/dresdendolls. Yesterday they had their entire CD posted. You couldn't jump through the songs, you had to listen to every one all the way through but that's okay because it's a great album.

Did you know I had a crush on George Michael when I was little? Like, 3? I'd take my mom's Wham! VHS of music videos and watch it ad nauseum. haha

Brett has an iPod Mini. They don't make those anymore. I think I'm going to ask for an iPod (regular size) for my birthday. It's a lot of space but I have a lot of music. And you can put videos on there. It looks like a miniature TV. It's great. :)

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