So I've had this great little iPod shuffle in my possession, in it's original packaging—never opened—for 2 years. I never opened it because quite frankly I didn't know how to use it. The iPod was a gift from our branch manager at work. We all received one. I remember seeing the faces of the young people when they opened it...you would have thought they opened a box and found gold. I opened mine and said "wow...this is...great?"
Today I finally learned how to use it. I had to download iTunes first. That was an experience. The problem with me downloading software is that I never know if I'm doing something right or wrong. I finally got it together though and now I have all this great music on my iPod. I have a splendid schuffle of Moviola (John Barry), hors de prix, a film score by DePierre Salvadori (belongs to hubby) and The Last Waltz, and if you don't know about The Last Waltz and the last major concert honoring The Band, then I feel sorry for you. As a matter of fact I'm listening right now to Manchild (Muddy Waters) while I'm posting on my blog, and, as long as we're on the subject, I'd like to recommend the DVD (The Last Waltz).
Anyway, to make an already long and boring story short, I love my new (old) iPod Schuffle.
The character's names, their personalities and the events written about in this blog are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended.
About Me
- Christine Young
- PA, United States
- I'm a dreamer and my mind sometimes wanders. I day dream when I'm bored, mostly -- or when another soul tests my patience. I can turn on this dream world like a faucet when I'm thirsty. It's my way of taking control. I imagine ways of making alliances out of adversaries; ways of solving the world's problems; ways of shedding light on a situation at hand so that it can be seen more clearly. I do not debate subjects because I would not win. I am well acquainted with my weaknesses. My power seems to be in my pen. The thoughts in my head that have been provoked by circumstance I cannot always voice clearly -- though they may show in my countenance. But I can write them well. If I write it all down and they read it, then they will know the sum of my thoughts. They will see the sunshine I have created. They will feel the rain produced by my tears. They will taste my wine and they will hear the child in my heart sing. And, if I write it well enough, they will reach out and touch me; and they will know that being here is a privilege not to be taken lightly.
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