Slim DevicesI like the compact disc; I will be sorry to see it go. There is a fairly strong collegiate presence in the place where I live and work, and I stood one afternoon some time ago on the main student drag, eating a local hot dog and looking in wonder at all of the places where the record stores used to be. I wondered, too, just how much copyright violation was flying through the sky around me in the networks of copper and air. Most likely much.
There are other ways of getting the fix: there are the good folks at MagnaTune, who I like quite a bit (they sell CDs, too, it must be said), and BeatPort is threatening to become an expensive proposition. Podcasts trickle in and sit happy on the box above the stereo, and with some fiddling can be coaxed into spilling out into the room. I still like CDs, though. I cannot lend fiddly bits of data to friends in any way so simple (for many reasons, natch).
(Not getting them back is a separate problem, but it's an easy and useful loss.)
There is tea in the cup, and through the magic of modern technology that is the Internet, my brother is controlling my stereo from 300 miles away. Through the magic of an ancient technology that is my toaster, I have toast.
Bring on the night.
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