Invasion of the Pod People
I really like my column I wrote for English last week.
Invasion of the Pod People
by Matthew Jones
I love my iPod. It’s the little gizmo that looks kinda like a coaster, but pumps musical awesomeness into my head. When I got it this winter, it was a total revelation for me; I hardly ever listened to music before that. In fact, when I collected all the CD’s in my house that I wanted to load up onto the computer, I was disheartened when I realized that all I held in my hands at the end were five Weird Al Yankovic albums and a Beatles CD. That’s the sad truth of it: for the most part, I was a music virgin. I only listened to my parents’ CD’s and whatever junk was playing on the radio; the only CD’s I had ever bought were two of those five by Weird Al.
But I couldn’t stay immersed in my Amish Paradise forever. I felt the need to expand my horizons, explore all the auditory delights I had never experienced. I had to get an iPod! Only then would I be able to consolidate all the music I want into one place so I could separate the wheat from the chaff, the good music from the lousy. Thus, I began to collect whatever music I could. I devoured mix tapes and borrowed CD’s from my friends; I descended upon Arlington Central Library and bled their music section dry of any music that held my interest. There was no method to what I took- there was so much out there and I had to start somewhere.
Today I am still looking for more music I want to add to my collection. That’s the great thing about music players of any brand: you can listen to whatever you want whenever you want! I have Bizet, The Beatles, the boss, and Bill Cosby all at my fingertips. But that is also the great pitfall of such devices: they are so convenient that you find yourself listening to them all the time, and you listen to your friends and teachers less and less, and suddenly you realize: YOU ARE A PODHEAD. Yes, you are one of those people in the hooded sweatshirts who nods silently to the music that only he can hear, staring droopily into space; who unplugs himself from the world when he plugs into his iPod.
I try not to be a podhead. I treat mine like a book, just listening to music when I’m bored and have nobody to talk to, like when I’m on the bus or between classes. Minimizing the time I listen to it also keeps my battery charged for longer. I love music too much to listen to it all the time; I like to revel in my music and not pay attention to anything else.
So for the sake of yourself and everyone around you, don’t be a podhead. Don’t sit behind your compact, stylish, white wall that isolates you from the world and let life pass you by.
Topic of this week's column: ZOMBIES!
Invasion of the Pod People
by Matthew Jones
I love my iPod. It’s the little gizmo that looks kinda like a coaster, but pumps musical awesomeness into my head. When I got it this winter, it was a total revelation for me; I hardly ever listened to music before that. In fact, when I collected all the CD’s in my house that I wanted to load up onto the computer, I was disheartened when I realized that all I held in my hands at the end were five Weird Al Yankovic albums and a Beatles CD. That’s the sad truth of it: for the most part, I was a music virgin. I only listened to my parents’ CD’s and whatever junk was playing on the radio; the only CD’s I had ever bought were two of those five by Weird Al.
But I couldn’t stay immersed in my Amish Paradise forever. I felt the need to expand my horizons, explore all the auditory delights I had never experienced. I had to get an iPod! Only then would I be able to consolidate all the music I want into one place so I could separate the wheat from the chaff, the good music from the lousy. Thus, I began to collect whatever music I could. I devoured mix tapes and borrowed CD’s from my friends; I descended upon Arlington Central Library and bled their music section dry of any music that held my interest. There was no method to what I took- there was so much out there and I had to start somewhere.
Today I am still looking for more music I want to add to my collection. That’s the great thing about music players of any brand: you can listen to whatever you want whenever you want! I have Bizet, The Beatles, the boss, and Bill Cosby all at my fingertips. But that is also the great pitfall of such devices: they are so convenient that you find yourself listening to them all the time, and you listen to your friends and teachers less and less, and suddenly you realize: YOU ARE A PODHEAD. Yes, you are one of those people in the hooded sweatshirts who nods silently to the music that only he can hear, staring droopily into space; who unplugs himself from the world when he plugs into his iPod.
I try not to be a podhead. I treat mine like a book, just listening to music when I’m bored and have nobody to talk to, like when I’m on the bus or between classes. Minimizing the time I listen to it also keeps my battery charged for longer. I love music too much to listen to it all the time; I like to revel in my music and not pay attention to anything else.
So for the sake of yourself and everyone around you, don’t be a podhead. Don’t sit behind your compact, stylish, white wall that isolates you from the world and let life pass you by.
Topic of this week's column: ZOMBIES!