Changing my player
In my fiscally conservative world, I have renounced buying a new MP3 player. Instead, I’ve recycled my son’s old one into a new role. If the battery hangs tough, I’ve avoided the inevitable spiral towards something from Apple Corp.
Sadly, my own MP3 player which I purchased for much less than the cost of a comparable name brand product is now damaged. Sometime during the rigours of daily life, I munged (it’s a word, OK) the tiny LCD screen that listed song titles, and now I can only read the second syllable of the name. When the title is too short, I have to play “Name That Tune”.
The replacement player, which was rejected as “insufficient for current needs” by son #3 has a wonderful screen. I could even watch videos (tiny, tiny videos) if pressed. The volume levels are still adjustable, saving my already munged hearing (it’s still a word, OK!) According to the nested menus, I can also play games, read books (in tiny, tiny fonts) and listen to the radio. CBC, forever!
Hey, here’s a picture:
By extrapolation, that screen measures a healthy 3 by 4 cm, which ranks up there with certain postage stamps.
I could have thrown caution to the wind and invested in some kind of tablet, but an iPad won’t fit into my pocket. The other option is to live in a music free zone; let’s not go there. Oh, an iPod… well, that might fit, but the price is still scary. One would have though that after the Apple people were all millionaires, they’d be giving the stuff away. Guess not.
And now I have to choose my playlist…. sigh.
