So from the eternally important and exciting parts of life, to the more superficial and mundane. We all need to have a moment of silence to mourn the passing of my MP3 player.
I hadn't listened to it in a few days, but last night, I was feeling the need for some good music to keep me going whilst reading about African Theology.
So I turned on my trusty little MP3 player - the little machine that has faithfully served me over many thousands of kilometers, in several different countries, over the past few years. And it told me that there was no music on it! Where there was 18 GB of music files a few days ago, last night, there was nothing. Seems the hard drive has crashed. I got an error message saying "Check Harddrive connection". Not a good sign. I tried turning it on and off and did what I could, but alas. Nothing. I believe it is completely dead. So I had a moment of silence, in rememberance of the good times that we've had together.
The only consolation in this whole thing is the fact that I have all my music which was on it backed up on my external hard drive. So as long as my external hard drive doesn't quit on me too, at least I haven't lost my entire music collection. Now I just have to figure out the best way to play my music until I figure out how to get a new MP3 player.
I know it seems like it's just music, but really, it's so much more than that. Having my music, and even the sermons and "books on tape" that I have on that thing have made life so much more pleasant for me over the past few years. It's what I've been using to have my own little worship services when I can't get to church. My little MP3 player has been a constant companion through thick and thin, through the ups and downs of travel. It's even been a source of joy and comfort for friends far and near who have borrowed it on many occasions... sigh.
So I know I shouldn't get too attached to my stuff, but I have to admit that little MP3 player was not just another "stuff". It really meant a lot to me to be able to carry so much music and so much information on such a little machine. I guess when I get a new one (whenever that will be) it will mean that much more to me...
But, life moves on. And I guess a little bit of silence now and again isn't a bad thing, either.
1 comment:
OH NO!!! "Our" Iriver?? What a tragic blow. I know what you mean by it being your little buddy - it was mine too! I would suggest that after a loss such as this that you check into Tumainin. Ah man, I'm so sorry to hear about this :( I'm glad that all of those files were backed up, but still... I think the Hogs, Lambs and I might conduct a memorial service this weekend.
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