iPod fixed: why physicality matters

In the last episode, our heroine tried every idea presented by her kind audience, trying desperately to unlock her beloved iPod. To no avail. The telephone people said it would be $70 to answer a question. Our heroine was left in despair (well, not really, since a kind one from Apple volunteered to take a look at it if i could get to Cupertino).

On a lurch, our heroine wandered into the Apple Store, lured by the promise of an Airport Express (which won’t be in stores until July… foiled). She mozied up to the Genius Bar, drawn in by the big screens with interesting facts. After waiting as a poor man never managed to get his guitar to talk to his GarageBand on his particular machine, our heroine told the genius of her woes. He asked if she’d done this; she said yes and noted that she had done that and that and that. He was startled. He attached the iPod to his machine. No avail. It was closing time. He handed her a refurbished one and told her to be good to it. She was ecstatic.

To be noted: our heroine was also smiling because she overheard the best nugget ever from a random Apple employee:

… I had a different device from … oh, wait… err, i can’t mention them here.

::giggle:: I guess you can’t talk about competitors as an employee at the Apple Store.

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3 thoughts on “iPod fixed: why physicality matters

  1. Kim

    I’ve been rearranging my random Ani iTunes thanks to your website…then I read on and see how interesting, how extensive one can be…and she has an Apple Computer, bless her soul…I too have broken my iPod, and so it remains, dead.

  2. Kim

    I’ve been rearranging my random Ani iTunes thanks to your website…then I read on and see how interesting, how extensive one can be…and she has an Apple Computer, bless her soul…I too have broken my iPod, and so it remains, dead.

  3. stef

    Apples of perception of a
    slighted sappho
    spoken lady speak
    shadowed electric red silk
    of spun ideas
    spider web goddess or pagen
    dreams electric
    of rythems and finger tapped
    of spoken words exhaled in
    finer moments of the ranted
    irony of sounds in machine

    PS: i hope you don’t mind poetry on your blog. but this is what comes to mind. always had trouble with essays of prose…there is more truth in poetic discourse: away from that platonic drab which is so male centric.

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