Writer’s are supposed to be airheaded, lost in the words, stumbling over their own feet, kinds of people. That’s me part of the time. I’m always scratching around in the universe for words and stories and thus – I trip.
I also do things like wash iPods. I washed the first one just once before it laughed in my face and died. The second one was a hell of a machine. I washed it FOUR times before it rolled over and expired. I am not kidding you. It was amazing.
As I am not big on gadgets and stuff I never bothered to try a third time. But here I am about to travel again on my book tour (This means loud airplanes and hotel noise if I am next to honeymooners.) and honestly, my workouts without music have made me hear every bone in my body scream and rattle. Oh yes – I also hate to hear fellow weightlifters grunt.
So I bought a iPod shuffle. It’s a cute little thing and I downloaded the few houndred songs I had on the last two. Here I go.
It’s been three days now and I try not to put it in my pocket. I’ve used it on the rowing machine, weight lifting, sitting on the stationary bike and one afternoon while I was doing tedious computer work.
I like the cute little thing.
And so far it’s still clean, no need for washing, and we’ll see if the third time is a charmer.