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rfmcdonaldMonday, during their continuing visit to Toronto, my parents gave me a portable mp3 player, SanDisk's m240. By iPod standards, this player might not have that much capacity, capable of storing only a gigabyte's worth of data in the form of several hundred songs. Still. I spent all last night transferring Eurythmics mp3s to this wonderful player, cursing my inability to locate a third USB port on my desktop as I transferred B-sides, remixed, live versions, and the like over. I'm using it right now. (1999's "I've Tried Everything" sounds nice.)
On the subway ride to work today, I suddenly remembered Andrew Sullivan's contentious argument that iPods and their kin are directly contributing to the breakdown of social capital, by ensuring the fragmentation of listening audiences and crowds into individuals each intent on living out the requirements of their own highly specific tastes. This argument has been criticized abundantly elsewhere for a variety of reasons, and I wouldn't be surprised to discover that Sullivan was wrong. And yet, I also wouldn't be surprised to discover that, yes, I was the first person to listen to "Grown Up Girls" on the Bloor-Danforth line.
Go figure.
On the subway ride to work today, I suddenly remembered Andrew Sullivan's contentious argument that iPods and their kin are directly contributing to the breakdown of social capital, by ensuring the fragmentation of listening audiences and crowds into individuals each intent on living out the requirements of their own highly specific tastes. This argument has been criticized abundantly elsewhere for a variety of reasons, and I wouldn't be surprised to discover that Sullivan was wrong. And yet, I also wouldn't be surprised to discover that, yes, I was the first person to listen to "Grown Up Girls" on the Bloor-Danforth line.
Go figure.
