Not to go all Liv Tyler w/a box of animal crackers on you, but
In this age of iPods, I often find myself pondering the odds that someone else is listening to the same thing I am at the same time. Before HFS took a siesta, I used to drive to work with the Sports Junkies. I felt fairly certain that many people were hearing the same thing. But since Smelliot makes me stabby -- nay! curb stompy -- and none of the other options coax even a giggle out of me (which is seriously saying something, as I am widely recognized as one of the easiest laughs you'll ever get), I find myself more often than not listening to CDs or my internetPod on el commute. Obviously, CDs and the listening of them in the car is not an innovation. But I still find myself wondering if there's anybody else, in all the world, that at 8:42 EST this morning was listerning to The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel.
UPDATE: And here's the thought progression that at 9:19 this morning I wasn't yet ready to fly with: Is the "i" in iPod indicative of interactivity, or is it more akin to the capital "I," the iNdividual experience, iSolation, iSland living? The iNternet connected the masses but made them faceless. Are we now deconnecting ourselves face to face? I've long chattered about the study I'm going to helm, whose findings will be published as "My Cell Phone/My Self." It's now looking like that's going to have to be sidelined to chapter title-hood, as this theorum keeps growing. Stay tooned peoplettes!
Yeeee, two iPod-centric posts in a row? Sorry? Take the edge off and play this.