Technology: Threat or Menace?

[rolanni]

So, who wants to explain to me what, exactly, an IPod is and why “it’s essential” that I have one?

In other news, the deck is roofed; the crew boss is due back on Monday (or Tuesday, or “early in the week”) to measure for the back-splash and install the pesky mini-blinds that refuse to acknowledge my dominion over themselves.  I think we’ll hold off on the ceiling fan; the installation sounds like too much wear-and-tear on everyone at this point.

The house is very slowly coming back into something resembling coherence.  I’m trying to sort out books, music, and knick-knacks that no longer give pleasure rather than mindlessly tossing things back where they were.  This?  Is harder than you might think.

And, yes — we are still working on Dragon Tide, which as some astute readers have noticed, is late.  Our fault entirely, for not completely grokking how much the new order of bidness would affect the old order of bidness.  We have kindly received an extension from Madame the Editor.  And I’m busy cutting-and-pasting, foreshadowing, and laying in the subplot(s).  This?  Is also harder than you might think.

So, in a few minutes, I’m off to the Word Mines.

What’re you doing today that’s fun?

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[saruby.livejournal.com]

I used my iPod almost all the time before I got my iPhone and still use it for music in the car, especially on longer trips. I also use it in lieu of radio during election years, so that I can avoid all the election garbage/ads/sound bites. I also have my own holiday music mix for the month of December.

I would think that an iPod nano or shuffle would be great for working out. They don't have as much room as the larger iPod, but how much do you really need for an hour or so of working out? The nano gives you more options for arranging your music and has a bit more space.

I am, in fact, listening to my holiday mix while checking my flist and reading. Later, I will be (ugh) cleaning out the spare bedroom which I am sure has a bed, somewhere.