Hell Is Other iPods

| July / August 2005

The aural loneliness of the long-distance shuffler

I don't have an iPod, but it's only a matter of time. I can feel the pressure building up around me -- the groovy TV ads, the smug folks with the telltale white headphones on the subway making me feel unhip, the proliferating choice of colors.

And yet something in me resists, and it's not just the inner cheapskate. Something feels not quite right, and it's not only that the iPod comes in a special red and black U2 collector's edition.

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