As Sarah returns for more skoolin' our household has made a quantum technological leap forward. From millenial, Luddite neanderthals we have suddenly transformed into mid-Oughts, bleeding-edge chic-geeks: high speed, wireless, iBooks. If we were a commercial, the soundtrack would be European Techno.
Most of the improvements have been pragmatic and educational in nature. The one bit of frivolity, though, has been the purchase of a new iPod which came in the mail yesterday. This is all very exciting. However, as of yet we don't actually have the computer to feed the iPod, and blah, blah, blah. The upshot is that, for the moment, the iPod has no music. So, the iPod has no purpose. Right?
Wrong. Certainly the ability to store and play a massive array of songs is a nice feature, but let's be honest. What's it's real purpose? Status. Status. Status. Oh, yeah - distinctive white ear buds in place, walking down the street, head bopping to über-groovy tunes (real or imagined - it doesn't matter) - we are in the cool club. And you, my iPod-less friends, are in the drool club.
Don't worry, though. We can still hang out sometimes. Just not when any of our new iPod friends are around.