Tis only about one and a half weeks into the new year and I dread to count the number of times I've broken my (oh no here we go again) New Year resolutions (the plural already foreshadows failure within the first week), one of which is to keep my iPod clean, and free from crappy music. You would think getting a black sillicone skin case would help, but it refuses to stay black. Instead along the way, after getting transferred from pocket to bag to pocket to hand, it picks up this unknown white hairs looking much like the fur of some animal. I suppose cotton fibres these are. The point is, it can never stay black for long, which is totally ironic. And as much as I tried to keep the crappy music out of the iPod, some ubiquitous tunes have infiltrated their way into the inner sanctum of Bach and other stuff, for example, Carol of the Meows by Guster, and (please do not rub it in) Yo-Yo Ma's Appalachian albums.
Of course, it takes superhuman strength to keep our metaphorical iPods clean and free from all corrupt influences (such as Yo-Yo Ma's rather Bacchalanian but deceptively catchy tunes that morph into earworms that refuse to go away). Then again, with tsunamis travelling at the speed of Jumbos, how much more superhuman strength do we need?
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