*Sigh.* Oh, Baby. Where Have You Been All My Life?
Apple iPod 20 GB U2 Special Edition
It's official, I'm in love. I've tinkered with these things before and knew they were thrilling. But since I'd never actually owned one myself, I didn't know the joy of the techno toy that is iPod.
This thing rocks. Hard.
I don't know where to begin. I'm a girl, so if you're looking for technical information, check out the link or post to Teflon, he's all into the whole boy trip of electronic gizmos.
What I do know is that it has a gaggle of features: a calendar, a place for contacts, a time/date stamp, languages, games (one of which is a primitive version of "Breakout"!), pictures, audio settings volume, bass, treble, spoken word, music style (i.e. dance vs. rock), a place for audiobooks, playlists, a sleep timer, alarm clock -- whew! This thing throws down some serious lovin'!
Since mine already came loaded with music (a supplemental gift from the Valentine's Day Fairy), all I had to do was learn how to work it. It's not too hard. The new wheel style helps immensely, especially in the car. Instead of touch only selection, iPod now has a toggle, so when you wheel around to the selection you want, you actually depress a button. It's more accurate (and tactilely gratifying) than previous models.
The iPod itself comes with a wall plug charger, USB cable, and ear buds. Since the Valentine's Fairy also threw in an FM digital car plugger-in-er-thingy, I now have gooey Neil Diamond goodness oozing out of my car speakers as well.
But the best thing about the iPod, obviously, is the music. I have every CD I own (and some thrown in) in one place. Neat and tidy. All I have to do is scroll down through my music, create a playlist, save it if I want, select shuffle, BAM! Now I ask ya', where else can you hear The Church, Aretha Franklin, Joan Osborne, Wham!, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Mahalia Jackson, Journey, Howlin' Wolf, LL Cool J, and Styx back to back? Come on! This thing is gold!
Remember when you took your headphones everywhere so your parents couldn't hear what you were listening to (or so you wouldn't drive them bats with White Lion's "Wait")? Last night, I lay awake until 11:30 because my 13 year-old enthusiasm for just one more song came roaring back from the recesses. And somewhere, pre-sleep, I became convinced that whoever mixed the backings for "Broken Wings" was, indeed, a genius.
Now for the ladies. Come on in the house, girls. Lookit. We've got Bono's autograph. Stamped right on the back of our brand new iPod. BONO. Remember vintage Bono '85? Remember sweaty "Rattle and Hum" Bono in the cowboy hat fighting against apartheid? We get to hear his silky sweet, tough and troubled, deeply poetic, sex laden voice on 446 tracks. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I know.
Highly, highly recommended.
It's official, I'm in love. I've tinkered with these things before and knew they were thrilling. But since I'd never actually owned one myself, I didn't know the joy of the techno toy that is iPod.
This thing rocks. Hard.
I don't know where to begin. I'm a girl, so if you're looking for technical information, check out the link or post to Teflon, he's all into the whole boy trip of electronic gizmos.
What I do know is that it has a gaggle of features: a calendar, a place for contacts, a time/date stamp, languages, games (one of which is a primitive version of "Breakout"!), pictures, audio settings volume, bass, treble, spoken word, music style (i.e. dance vs. rock), a place for audiobooks, playlists, a sleep timer, alarm clock -- whew! This thing throws down some serious lovin'!
Since mine already came loaded with music (a supplemental gift from the Valentine's Day Fairy), all I had to do was learn how to work it. It's not too hard. The new wheel style helps immensely, especially in the car. Instead of touch only selection, iPod now has a toggle, so when you wheel around to the selection you want, you actually depress a button. It's more accurate (and tactilely gratifying) than previous models.
The iPod itself comes with a wall plug charger, USB cable, and ear buds. Since the Valentine's Fairy also threw in an FM digital car plugger-in-er-thingy, I now have gooey Neil Diamond goodness oozing out of my car speakers as well.
But the best thing about the iPod, obviously, is the music. I have every CD I own (and some thrown in) in one place. Neat and tidy. All I have to do is scroll down through my music, create a playlist, save it if I want, select shuffle, BAM! Now I ask ya', where else can you hear The Church, Aretha Franklin, Joan Osborne, Wham!, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Mahalia Jackson, Journey, Howlin' Wolf, LL Cool J, and Styx back to back? Come on! This thing is gold!
Remember when you took your headphones everywhere so your parents couldn't hear what you were listening to (or so you wouldn't drive them bats with White Lion's "Wait")? Last night, I lay awake until 11:30 because my 13 year-old enthusiasm for just one more song came roaring back from the recesses. And somewhere, pre-sleep, I became convinced that whoever mixed the backings for "Broken Wings" was, indeed, a genius.
Now for the ladies. Come on in the house, girls. Lookit. We've got Bono's autograph. Stamped right on the back of our brand new iPod. BONO. Remember vintage Bono '85? Remember sweaty "Rattle and Hum" Bono in the cowboy hat fighting against apartheid? We get to hear his silky sweet, tough and troubled, deeply poetic, sex laden voice on 446 tracks. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, I know.
Highly, highly recommended.
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