“The iPod is SO intuitive”::= lie

So today I figured I had killed the iPod.

You know the one . . . this neat, fancy video iPod that I bought myself just before Christmas because I felt sad, lonely, and rejected . . . and then it took me forever to figure the thing out . . . and I’m still not crazy about the click wheel . . . and I can’t tolerate headphones for all that long at a time, so I end up not using it all that much. . . not to mention that I’ve never even loaded a video clip onto it, and I complain about the lower audio quality that I perceive. . . .

Yeah, that one. Anyhow, I figured out how to store photos on it. And since I had just gotten some music from the iTunes store and had then ripped in some old CDs, I thought I’d synch the thing. That took a couple of hours. Then while we were visiting some friends Saturday night, I plugged iPodkayne into somebody’s iGroove and showed off my icky home recordings made at the piano party. iPoddy seemed to be working fine when I got it home and set it back down on the nightstand.

But then tonight when I picked it up, thinking I’d plug it into the clock-radio and listen until I fell asleep and hubby came to bed and threw it against the wall because he can’t stand Sinatra, the thing was KAPUT. Blank screen. No action. Clicky null.

First I thought maybe I had shorted it out in that iGroove. But it showed photos after that (I love to show off my dog portraits), so that didn’t seem likely. Then I decided it was a dead battery, so I tried to charge it.

Nope. Not working.

Well, I made it work again a few minutes ago. When I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, I figured I might as well see if I could get the iPod to talk to my computer.

When I stuck it in this little charger/connector pod dock that we have plugged into ol’ Nellybell here, though, iTunes yelled, “This iPod appears to be corrupted!” I got a bit freaked out when it continued to insist that I had connected a mini-boat anchor. Barbie’s sailboat anchor.


So I went out on the Web to see what the Groupmind Encyclopedia had to say. And you know what? Apple is SO intuitive. Not!!

I found a page (not Apple’s) that suggested that the iPod could have encountered a corrupted song file (or photo file) after I set it down to allow it to turn itself off, and that I might try resetting the thing. That sounded better than re-doing the entire mess, and a lot better than sending it in for exchange or repair. I used to have to reset my Apple ][ Plus all the time.

I figured it couldn’t hurt.

The way to reset the iPod photo-video with a click wheel is not very intuitive. Just so you’ll know:

1) Toggle the Hold switch on and off. (Slide it to Hold, then turn it off again.)

2) Press and hold the Menu and Select(center button) buttons until the Apple logo appears, about 6 to 10 seconds. You may need to repeat this step.

Intuitive, ain’t it?!

Tip: If you are having difficulty resetting your iPod, set it on a flat surface. Make sure the finger pressing the Select button (center button) is not touching any part of the click wheel. Also make sure that you are pressing the Menu button toward the outside of the click wheel, and not near the center.

Good grief. Guess how you reset an acoustic piano? You just shoot the piano player! *rimshot* (“Don’t shoot–I’m only the piano player”)

The page also suggests plugging your iPod into a powered USB port on a computer or into a wall power outlet. Then you can be sure it’s getting charged. I really got a charge out of this scare, lemme tell ya.

I also figured out an analogy for my piano playing. I play the piano like Eric Cartman sings. Remember his “Come Sail Away”? And you’ll never forget his rendition of “The Cheesy Poof Song” or “Kyle’s Mom is a B**ch.”

We both enjoy the art form, and we don’t seem to be able to recognize how badly we suck in the frame of reference of an external observer. It’s kind of pathetic, but there you are.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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