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Gizmo Lust

Many years too late, just when I was getting interested enough in the iPod to start looking up prices online, I find out about a niftier little gizmo - the MP3 Walkman flash

Smaller, lighter and more colorful are three reasons I would prefer it to the iPod. Plus I'm not an Apple aficionado - just not geek enough for that. I find that the Sony version of the player MP3 flash player is much more expensive compared to other variants in the market

I wonder if there is a word for gizmo lust that waxes and wanes but remains unfulfilled because whenever the craving for it nears purchase threshold, a much more desirable (fiscally unviable and therefore unattainable) alternative is discovered. That approximately describes why I have two rolls of APS film sitting in my bag
for months waiting to be printed while I consider my digital camera options in vain - as I have been for the last few years.

Comments

ggop said…
Apple is the pioneer of aesthetics in electronic design. The iMac revolutionalized the look of a computer with its use of pleasant colors. The short lived shuffle also had funky colors.

Apple and too geeky? Surely you jest :-) It isn't Red Hat Linux you know.
It is the simplest interface.

In my books Sony was the maverick in the 70's or 80's with its introduction of Walkman and Discman.
-g
Heartcrossings said…
I guess when I think Apple geek comes to mind because of the demographic of Mac users - they are uber-geeks usually. Ofcourse the iPod is no iBook but I still hesitate..With a Sony I know I am allowed to be a dumb user and will not be punished for it.

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