I’m old school. And I don’t care who knows it.
I’m from a different time, when people called you, from buildings, in private, on the phone, and if you weren’t there, guess what? They called you back until you were. I’m from a golden age when you sat down with a pen and paper to write someone a letter. When people knew how to SPELL, and when you wanted to hear music, it was made by bands, who played instruments, and when you bought cd’s (well, albums at first) you held them in your hand, read the liner notes, checked out the photos, and if you wanted to hear the tunes, you popped it on a turn table or slipped it into a tray, dropped the needle or hit play. (Yeah that rhymes. I’m from a different era baby.)
Here’s the crazy part. It worked every time. I KNOW!!! Hard to imagine.
I now have had 4 iPods. And we all know what that means. Around $1000 spent trying to hear the 10 songs I actually like. And it’s convienient I guess, when I’m out walking or going for a run. They’re small and easy to transport. But every single iPod I have owned has crapped out on me. And every single iPod I have owned did it right after the warranty ran out. A coincidence? I think not.
I have spent hours of my life….(time I can’t get back people) coaxing and pleading with my iPod to unstick, to turn off….to turn ON, TO WORK for Heaven’s sake and for all that is holy, to just WORK and play my 10 songs that remind me of a different time, when things were easy and functioned properly. Oh how I miss those days.
I am sitting at my desk, typing away on my Mac laptop, that I spent almost 2 grand on and it is ALSO giving me trouble. Next to my sluggish computer is my one-year old iPod mocking me with it’s frozen screen. The worst part about it is that I now NEED both of these items in order to function in this complicated cocka maimee world we all live in. And I made up how to spell cocka maimee because what’s the difference? We don’t spell things anymore. We sound it out. WHY DON’T WE KNOW HOW TO SPELL ANYMORE???
A lot. Two words. A LOT.
And WHERE’S MY DISKMAN???????????
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I was at American Eagle the other day and saw a shirt that I liked with a nice quote on it (which escapes me now, of course)… but the word was ‘your’ and they were using it in the context of “you are”… I wanted to rip the shirt off of the hanger and throw it on the ground. haha
Spelling and grammatical errors piss me off too, although I’ve been guilty of it at times (but never on purpose).
And I happened to be reading this while waiting for Media Player to burn me a cd of songs I like- to play in my car. Where I have no satellite radio or mp3 capability. I like the modern advantage of being able to create my own cd of music I want to hear at THIS moment from my various library, and I do have 2 mp3 players somewhere in this house (though not Ipods!) But today I choose to listen to… Frank Sinatra.
Old School does not equal Uncool!
Clearly you are a high-energy gal and all that energy in your spirit affects the mechanical devices around you! I do find it to be a bit Adam-and-Eve-ish that it is Apple products malfunctioning. Is it all that girl power?
send your old dead ipod to:
http://www.rapidrepair.com/
They fixed my first generation ipod for about $80.00 which I use all the time now.
Then they fixed my new ipod that had busted for another $80 and then I sold it for $200 on craigslist.
As far as your laptop goes, go to:
http://www.crucial.com/
They will scan your laptop and tell you what the problem is. With mine it happened to be memory. They sold me more memory ($15) and they have video’s on their website that show you how to install the new memory card….which was EASY.
Good luck
I think I’m actually older than you Cassidy. I was a late comer to the AR phenomenon and saw the last show you played in Newport RI on a snowy night. That was night some guy farted during the show and it almost drove us all out of the bar. You guys were phenomenal. I still listen to your music like crazy and am still making other people listen to it as well. Like you, I miss my old albums, cassettes, and 45’s. The iPod killed the mix tape like crazy. I was the mixtape/cd king, but no one wants them anymore. You make someone a mix cd, they take out the cd, pop it into their computer and upload it to their ipod. All the songs I spent time putting in just the right order go into their massive song library and the meaning, time and effort put into the cd are just gone. Oh well. My dad never understood cassette tapes. I’m only on my second iPod, but my HP Laptop is only 2 years old and I feel like I bought it at Bedrock Computers because it’s so slow. Good luck on the recording of the new record. Come play Portland Maine sometime. Have a great summer. If you get a chance ck out the new band in NYC “Blackout Money.” They’re pretty phenomenal too. Later.
Amen sister! There/their/they’re – learn the difference. And watch those inappropriate apostrophes! It’s is not equal to its…there is a reason for the apostrophe!! ha Good luck this summer and looking forward to the new stuff!
Shoot me an email, let me give ya a hand with the Mac stuff. And yes, nothing beats old school. I dropped $100 to buy one of those all-in-one turntables with FM, iPod-integration, cassette player and CD player built in; gave me an excuse to bust out my old stacks o’ wax from my parents basement. Nothing compares to the sound of music on vinyl.
Okay, Shakespeare did not know how to spell
and
Didn’t you learn the Apple lesson wiht yor first notebook?
I use my smart phone and it even remembers your name!!!!
Amen! You mentioned calling people – on a phone – in private – and calling back until they were there. Can I tell you how much I hate cell phones. I HATE THEM. So much so that I never turn mine on except in emergencies. It's the most basic of phones – no bells and whistles. If people want to reach me they have to call me at work, try the house or call my husband's cell. I also don't text and for the life of me I don't understand why you would text back and forth with a person when you could just call them and be done so much faster. My husband can't stop texting and I just don't understand the attraction. My sister called me the other day telling me that I HAVE TO turn on my cell AND learn to text – otherwise I'm doomed to become my Flintstone-like parents. “You're becoming Mommy and Daddy. You don't want to become Mommy and Daddy, do you?” There was really no need to start slinging insults! So even though it absolutely PAINS me to learn this nonsense, I apparently have to just so I can become one with the times, still be 32 (and not the 45 she says I am – the Witch) and not become Fred and Wilma! I hate technology sometimes – and my sister!