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Tue, December 27

And it was like a dead puppy was lying on the table...

Last Wednesday: I was walking to J's from work due to the lovely transit strike at around, oh, 6-ish. It was, despite the cold, a lovely night for walking. Everyone was out and about, doing Christmas shopping or just trying to get home from work without using the subway. I snapped a picture of the tree at Rockefeller Center on my new Razr phone. I paused by the Lord and Taylor windows, taking in the different montages of Fairy tale scenes.

When I first had started walking, I thought, "shouldn't I listen to my ipod while I walk? Nah. I should banish technical needs and instead give into the pleasure of Christmas in New York street noise."

At around 36th and 5th Ave. I thought, "Shouldn't I take a sip of water from my water bottle? I didn't drink much water today and now I am on this long journey down to 22nd Street. Nah. It is far too cold to take a sip of cold water."

When I arrived at J's, I set my bag down on the floor, and after warming up a bit, went for that water bottle. Lo and behold! It was EMPTY. Not a drop not a drip not a dram. Nada. No water.

My memory hadn't been that great lately due to lack of sleep and stress from trying to get too much done before the holidays. Maybe I gulped the water at some point on the way downtown? Maybe I imagined filling it before I left the office?

I stuck my hand into my bag and felt something wet. I pulled out my soaking wet Louis Vuitton wallet. I dug deeper: Soaking wet makeup case. Soaking wet notebook. And finally...

My beloved ipod. Also soaking wet.

I placed it on the table in just enough time to hear it speak its last words: "Mmsdfjkladsjf" said Ipod.

Nooooooooo!

J and I rushed to Techserve, where they told us they weren't authorized to really do anything to my Ipod because they didn't have ipod parts or some sort of techspeak I didn't have the patience to take in. They did, however, agree to open the case so we could assess the damage.

Six Techserve people gathered 'round the table as the technician revealed, to everyone's horror, a completely waterlogged Ipod. You should have seen the looks on their faces! It was like I had brought them my just run over dog, and brought it to the vet just as the dog were breathing its last breath. The Techservers were each like, "Man, that sucks. That's just awful. Jeez."

But now that I think about it, my Ipod was kind of like a small dog--one of those cute but sometimes annoying looking things that all the hip people are carrying everywhere with them these days: On the streets, in stores, on the subway...In a way, I did lose a little friend. But unlike dogs, Ipods can't swim or do the doggie paddle. They drown.

Oh Ipod. How I miss you.

If you just came back to me, if you just gave me another chance, I'd promise to keep you far far away from water, even sweat. I wouldn't stick you in the waistline of my gym pants when I worked out. I wouldn't throw you in my bag on the way to work. I even promise not to download any Kelly Clarkson or Ashlee Simpson songs. And I would never, never, never drop you (again).

I haven't yet had the heart to bring it to the Apple store and "recycle" it (thus recievng 10% off a new Ipod). I also do not have the cash.

(sob).

Posted by lexzog at December 27, 2005 12:44 PM

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