iPod Blues

I bought an iPod Touch a few weeks back. It is sooooo coooool. Since then they dropped the price and upgraded the software and added new programs. I dutifully downloaded the upgrade and bought the new progs. GoogleMaps on my iPod? Yeah, I've got it. Cool. The weather in Ottawa? Cool. Freezing. Email? Yeah, I can read my GMail. That's cool. And a notes feature. Sooo cool! It's a joy to write with, it not only recognises misspellings, but works out jumbles of letters from hitting wrong keys and translates them. And then I can email the result to myself.

I'm currently writing text for my travel journal. Combining blog posts, Moleskine entries and my happy memories, I'm typing them up, printing them out and pasting them in my Circa, along with ticket stubs, inflight menus and all the other little bits of paper you accumulate in travelling.

So I sit on a rank and relive my travels, typoing away in the dark. For when I get home, I work on my journal. Passengers are a welcome interruption. They are company and money for fresh travels.

Sat on the casino rank for about an hour last night. Finally decided that nothing was happening and I might as well pack it in and head home. Just as I reach for the indicator, out comes a chap in a suit, hops in and says, "Nice one for you, Driver, Amaroo."

Amaroo is a nice long fare indeed, and it's only a few kilometres from where I have to drop the cab off. And we had a good long chat all the way home, keeping each other awake.

Looks like the summer slump is over. Canberra's coming alive.

Home, sleep, play with the iPod.

Downloaded "My Son the Nut", Allan Sherman's classic album full of earworms. Synced it up and checked the free space. Cripes, almost full. Where did those 16 gig go?

Email from Apple. New for Valentine's Day. A 32 Gig Touch.

***SIGH***