u s e y o u r h a n d s

I recently purchased my very first iPod a few weeks ago. The video kind. The 30 Gb. And I heart it big time. And yes, I’m going to get rhapsodic about technology that’s years old because I’m behind the curve. So if you’re reading this and rolling your eyes, remember what it was like when you first got your bright shiny iPod, too.

It makes every walk to the train a music video. On Tuesday, I dodged pedestrians with my doe-eyed stomp to LCD Soundsystem’s “Yr City’s a Sucker.” Monday’s wistful journey was powered by The Arcade Fire’s “Kettles.”

It makes every workout a fight for your life. Last night, I worked out many frustrations on the treadmill (on 5 with a 3 incline, btw) to Ninja High School’s “It’s All Right to Fight.”

And it makes train and bus rides damp and feverish with Leonard Cohen’s “I’m Your Man” looped over and over.

Shiny iPod, you make me want to paint my nails and fling myself through the streets.

So how is it, iPod vets, that you don’t pirouette in the streets and sing out loud? Because I’m having the hardest time.