maybe the fairies took it?

My iPod has mysteriously gone missing. After painstakingly backtracking my every move since the last time I saw it, I am convinced (convinced!) that it is somewhere in my room. But isn't materializing. I have gone through every drawer, and lifted every piece of furniture. I even sifted through my trash by hand, to make sure I didn't miss anything. That was a week ago. I am starting to lose hope.

This is sad, of course, especially since the stupid thing is only a year old. At the same time, I am almost enjoying my new iPod-less existence. It's like living without a TV, or eating yogurt for breakfast -- unpleasant, and yet, refreshing. (Living without internet, or being unable to listen to music at all -- these would be actual tragedies.) In New York, everyone is always listening to something; even the little old ladies are hooked up to their iPhones. You're supposed to be blocking everything out - those dudes fighting at the other end of the subway car, the guy playing the bongos, that baby in the stroller screaming its head off - but it seems to me that an iPod-less existence is actually less distracting. Plugging into an iPod and zoning out must take more mental energy than I realized. Plus, not listening to music allows for much more eavesdropping. People in New York really do say the weirdest shit.

And if you happen to pass me on the street, or in the subway, feel free to shout out my name! I won't be listening to my iPod, so I'll be able to hear you.