Showing posts with label docking station. Show all posts
Showing posts with label docking station. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

An Old Boy with a New Toy

by Pa Rock
Happy Camper

It's been a few days since I have written about the new love of my life, a slight that needs to be addressed. I am speaking, of course, about my iPod, made even more accessible and friendlier by the addition of a docking station. I am listening to it now, as I type, without the encumbrance of headphones. In the last fifteen minutes I have been treated to Michael Buble, Meatloaf, Simon and Garfunkel, Harry James, and now Elton John.

My entire CD collection now resides in the iPod - 257 albums, or 3,040 songs, or 7.3 days of different selections. The little silver wonder is about the size of a pack of cigarettes, but only about one-third as thick - and it is just 20% full!

Listening to the music coming from the docking station is like having my radio tuned to the best station anywhere, with no static or interference, no commercials, and no music that does not rise to my high standards!

The Doobie Brothers have finished serenading me, and now Waylon Jennings is banging out a country tune.

I just learned something else - the iPod is charging while the music plays! How cool is that!

Gotta run. The Beatles are here singing about A Hard Day's Night - and the Moody Blues are on deck!

Monday, May 11, 2009

Me and Hank Sr. Do Best Buy

by Pa Rock
Shameless Consumer

Sunday afternoon I was at the gym marching to Pretoria on the evil treadmill when my iPod up and quit. After playing with it most of yesterday, I finally gave up and decided to find a twelve-year-old to help me get it up and running. So today I took the little silver monster to Best Buy where a lovely girl named Jennifer showed me how to reset it.

Easy, peasey! That's one more thing that I now know how to do with an iPod. I am getting to be such a techie!

So after the free lesson, I told Jennifer that I would buy a base from her. It turns out that what I wanted was a docking station - a "base" goes back about forty years to my days of selling CB radios! She took my little iPod, hit the shuffle function, and popped it into a docking station. Poor Jennifer's eyes got as big as silver dollar pancakes when Hank Williams, Sr, started belting out some country hit from the 1950's.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like hillbilly music?"

"Oh, yes." She stammered. "I like all kinds of music."

Nice recovery, Jen!