Hell Is Other Ipods By Caspar Melville July August 2005

Hell Is Other Ipodsby Caspar Melvillejuly August 2005the Aural Lon

Hell Is Other Ipodsby Caspar Melvillejuly August 2005the Aural Lon

Hell Is Other iPods By Caspar Melville July / August 2005 The aural loneliness of the long-distance shuffler I don't have an iPod, but it's only a matter of time. I can feel the pressure building up around me -- the groovy TV ads, the smug folks with the telltale white headphones on the subway making me feel unhip, the proliferating choice of colors. And yet something in me resists, and it's not just the inner cheapskate. Something feels not quite right, and it's not only that the iPod comes in a special red and black U2 collector's edition. I read an article recently in USA Today about the new "gospel of iPod," the emergence of "the iPod nation." Well, okay, the piece is gently parodying Apple's conventionally hyped-up marketing and loyal, not to say fanatical, user base. (There is no zeal like the zeal of an Apple Mac user; just try asking one innocently, as I once did, if there really is any substantial difference between a Mac and a PC.) So perhaps we shouldn't take it too seriously, but try these statements on for size: "My friends all have [an iPod], and I just felt it was time to catch up." Fair enough, typical teenage logic, and if not for such sentiments, where would the hula hoop or the Rubix cube ever have got?

But how about this? "The iPod has changed my life," says Andrea Kozek, perhaps revealing a lack of robustness in her life in the first place. "When I need to block out the rest of the world, I turn it on." And let's face it, the one thing we really need to do is block out the rest of that pesky old world. But why not just listen to the radio, Andrea? "Do I really want to hear Britney Spears doing Bobby Brown's 'My Prerogative'? It wasn't a good song in the first place," she answers, revealing some talent for music criticism but poor taste in radio stations, which I wonder if her iPod can really resolve. (By the way, Andrea has nicknamed her iPod 'My Precious,' a tribute to Gollum in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.) It's easy to mock. So let's continue. One choice statement explains how iPod can calm the turbulent waters of family life by resolving the thorny subject of who gets to choose the music: "We'll all be listening to music at the same time," says an iPod mom from Williamsburg, New York. "I'll be connected to iTunes on my laptop, my kids will have their iPods on, and my husband likes to listen to his while he's surfing around on eBay." Remind me not to accept an invitation to dinner at their place, or at least to bring a good book with me.

Here's my real objection. The iPod is an example of a beautifully designed, convenient, and desirable object that promises to make our lives better, but whose promise, on reflection, as is so often the case, turns out to reinforce the worst in our already denuded culture. In an age of atomization and social fragmentation it reinforces solipsism and places the individual and that dreaded value "choice" at the heart of experience; it suggests connection -- always the implicit promise of the digital age -- while enforcing separation; it encourages people to "tune out" while they're occupying social space with others, as if the others were mere irritations; and it reduces the experience of music, which in my view is an inherently social and collaborative art and medium, to a preselected relationship with the self.

The iPod shares this severe limitation with all post-Walkman personal stereos. They personalize, indeed privatize, music, which really comes to life only when it is public, shared, and collaborative. A large part of the joy of discovering good new music is simultaneously anticipating the pleasure of sharing it with someone else. Anything else is masturbation. Overstated? Try this statement from one user: "With the iPod the Buddha is in the details. The finish and the feel are such that you want to caress it. And when you do, wonderful things happen." Legal scholar Cass Sunstein has a theory about the Internet that he calls "The Daily We." The argument is that rather than broaden our access to information, ideas, and experiences, the Internet, precisely because it offers such dizzying, disorienting choice and possibility, reinforces the tendency to filter out what is unknown, stick to what you like, and congregate with others who like the same thing. A similar argument could be made for the "iPod jukebox." Unlike listening to (good) radio, which could infuriate and surprise you in equal measure, the iPod jukebox protects you from the shocks, both highs and lows; it offers you a safe experience that flatters, because every good track was one you chose, every familiar song reminds you of an emotion or memory: yours.

Never did I think I'd find myself sounding so much like that old Frankfurt school philosopher-grump Theodor Adorno, but his argument that pop music and its predictable structure deliver back to the user a cheap thrill because he or she recognizes how it will end seems to work for the iPod. iPodistas like to talk up the social benefits of iPod-jacking: Total strangers swap iPods for a moment to listen to each other's selections. Well, okay. The utter hell of having to listen to strangers' music collections while standing close to them without talking in public notwithstanding, such an idea proceeds from the premise that it is the iPod that has offered this epochal opportunity for social interaction. It was, I am given to understand, entirely possible even before the iPod to approach a stranger on the street and attempt to swap words, names, or even ideas in a form of "tuning in" known as a conversation. A celebration of the joys of iPod-jacking seems a final acceptance that the possibility of actually communicating is gone for good, and we are left with a pale facsimile: You play me yours and I'll play you mine. "This is all part of the shift from mass media to personalized media," says Paul Saffo, a technology forecaster and director of the Institute of the Future. No doubt this is true, but is it, I wonder, a good thing? For all the cachet and control implied by the iPod, the laptop, the BlackBerry, the digital camera, and wi-fi, in the end what seems to be on offer are particular kinds of distraction and avoidance, and a peculiar kind of 21st-century digital loneliness.

Or am I just grumpy because no one bought me an iPod for Christmas? Link: WILL THE REAL BRANDON SMITH PLEASE STAND UP THESIS STATEMENT During my sophomore year of high school, I was definitely headed down the wrong path. I was disrespectful to my mother. I would always be short with my words or wave her off if there was something that I didn’t want to hear. At that time, Mr. Leonard started dating my mother. He was quite, but we found out very early that we had something in common outside of my mother and that was basketball. We realized we had a love for the game; however, Mr. Leonard would notice the way I would talk back to my mom and he made a deal with me. He basically made a commit to me, but I had to make a commitment too. Our agreement was that he would work me out and get me to a level that would increase my stamina, strength and vertical. He explained to me that he was the youngest of 8 children and that “respect€ was owed to his mother in their household. He said his brothers would chastise him if he ever spoke out of line with his mother and he would appreciate it if I would not speak disrespectful to my mother. I never treated my mother badly, but as a teenager, I thought I knew everything and Mr. Leonard was right. I needed to “bite€ my tongue. To this day, I always try to not back talk my mother or any adult in authority. Now, my mother receives great reports of how well she raised me and what a respectful child she has. My mother loves hearing praises of my attitude and honestly, I do too. By the time my junior year in high school rolled around, Mr. Leonard was a huge part of my life. My mother decided to move me to a new school to get me away from old habits and unnecessary friends who had no desire to live right. School at Kennedale, was definitely a huge change. He came walking towards me one day and stated that we were going to start running. To run is the only way to keep your endurance up in any sport. Leonard enjoys running. Running is not fun to me, but I ran a mile a day. As soon as school let out in June of 2011, Mr. Leonard and I started a “two-a-days€ program. Basically, we worked out 2 to 3 hours in the morning and 2 to 3 hours every evening. He had purchased a program off the internet that would increase my whole structure. I became stronger, my footwork was better and I could dunk the basketball accelerating high above the rim. When I first went up and dunked, I was shocked and amazed at myself. All the hard work, commitment and dedication had paid off. Mr. Leonard wouldn’t always workout with me. His swollen legs would keep him from working out sometimes, but he would always be there for me no matter what. Finally, things started to change for me in my senior year of high school. I was the “big man€ on campus. I carried a 3.0 grade point average. Suspension and detention was not an option. I had made a commitment, a deal with Mr. Leonard that I would walk the straight and narrow and he would always be at my side no matter what, to make sure I succeed in the sports world. Not realizing, that he had changed my whole world of thinking, Mr. Leonard had made me responsible. I was working very hard at trying not to depend on my mother to take care of important things like, making sure I got up in the morning on time for school or getting to practice on time. I started setting my own alarm clock on my cell phone to remind to turn in homework or prepare for a test. My mother didn’t have to worry about me being late because I took the responsibility to always be early. My mother didn’t have to worry about me being late because I took the responsibility to always be early. I didn’t want to get in trouble because I didn’t want to lose Mr. Leonard’s respect. Not to mention, I had built a trusting relationship with my mother. I started to see a lot of what she had to endure as a single parent of 2 boys. I didn’t want to stay out late and be somewhere I didn’t belong because I loved being healthy and certainly enjoyed that my senior year of high school would be the best. On June 8, 2012 I, Brandon Smith graduated with a 3.3 GPA. The first person I hugged when I came off the graduation floor was my mother and then Mr. Leonard. I highly respect my mother for all she endured raising me and my brother. I ultimately respect Mr. Leonard for stepping into my life at the age of 15 and treating me as if I were his own son. I went from a basketball player who barely got playing time to a starter my senior year. I also received Best Defensive Player of the Year and Honorable Mention in District Play. I went from a Head Coach who didn’t understand me at the beginning of my junior year to a Head Coach that thought the world of me before the season ended my senior year and announced his praise of me at the Basketball Banquet. One month after my graduation from high school, I was recruited to a Divisional I Junior College for basketball and responsibly, I am now in my second year of college all because a stranger took the time and made me part of his world.

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The essay explores the social and cultural implications of personal music devices, particularly the iPod, highlighting its role in fostering individualism versus social connection. The author critically examines how the design and use of the iPod reinforce solipsism, social fragmentation, and digital loneliness, suggesting that while the iPod offers personal pleasure and control, it diminishes the opportunities for shared musical experiences and authentic interactions. The analysis draws on theories such as Cass Sunstein’s "The Daily We" and Adorno’s critique of pop music to argue that personalized media can lead to social isolation and superficial engagement, questioning whether technological advancements serve genuine human connection or contribute to societal detachment. The discussion underscores that music has historically been a social art form that thrives on collaborative discovery and shared listening, which the iPod’s privatized experience undermines. Ultimately, the essay reflects on the cultural costs of such technology-driven individualism, advocating for a more conscious appreciation of music’s social roots and collective potential.

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