PseudoPod because he was like an extension of myself, died this morning at approximately 9:30 a.m. I don't know what happened; he was fine one minute, then just suddenly stopped working after I dropped him on the sidewalk.
R.I.P ... od.
It felt strange to leave the house today without headphones in my ears. I am so used to having only sweet sweet music conquering my sense of hearing that the world seemed like a different place; a cacophonous yet strangely quiet place, where cars make weird honking noises before running into you.
I thought it would be nice to enjoy some of the things I'd been missing, like listening to the babbling of a brook, reading on the bus, and the joy of overheard conversations. As I was walking down Richmond, I was behind a young boy, maybe 6 years old, and a man who was at that weird age where you can't tell if he's a dad or a grandpa. The boy started holding the man's hand when they crossed the street. Aww, cute. But then the man turned to the boy and I overheard him say, "don't hold my hand. People are gonna think you're gay, or some other kinda weirdo."
I guess it's never too early to start kids on strict regimen of bigotry. And maybe overheard conversations are not always a joy.
Speaking of bigotry, check out the heated debate over at my good frenemy Dani's blog of horrors.
Oh and one of the wonderful things about having a blog is that I can rely on what I wrote here, instead of my memory, to know what I was thinking in the past. I got my iPod in September 2006, and my blog archive of that month was pretty much all about the newborn iPod. Apparently I've added about 5000 songs to my collection since then. Wow. That's one reason I'm not too torn up about its death: I needed more storage capacity anyway.