Sloane Crosby, author of essays “I Was Told There’d be Cake” and maker of creepy dioramas, has a bewitched iPod.
When asked by the New York Times to name her iPod playlist (Marvin Gaye, Bon Iver, New Order) Sloane rants about her MP3 player, which apparently has a few issues:
The worst example of this technological tyranny has to be my iPod. Our relationship has gone from one of pleasurable convenience to a series of baroque rituals and infuriating modifications, of tricks and mysteries, of songs that my iPod considers playing (as evidenced by the flashing image of album art) but, thinking better of it, decides to supplant with Carla Bruni’s “Quelqu’un m’a dit” juuuust one more time instead.
My iPod may be possessed. It may be infuriating. It may be trying to tell me something.”
These things happen, I have a temperamental iPod, too. But it started acting up after falling under the subway tracks. A three-person rescue team fished it out, but alas, it has never been the same since. Maybe she isn’t telling us the whole story?
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First, I like this post. Especially Ms. Crosby’s wonderful prose. Dealing with a balky iPod, just the lack of profanity would have set her apart.
We don’t know if she has a nano/mini or a classic-style iPod. If the latter, i can bet the problem is the endemic dying disk. No doubt she’ll soon be haunted by random lockups, balky starts, and the dreaded “Click Of Death.” As these become more frequent it’s time to buy a replacement drive. But on ebay, not from Apple.
If it’s a nano then I can’t argue the supernatural. But find a spectre with a better taste in music.