I remember a long time ago, when dinosaurs ruled the earth, there was only one size of iPod, and iTunes was on version 1.5. “Back in the day”, there was a lot of talk about how the ‘shuffle’ feature on an iPod would seem to favor certain artists over others. Some speculated that Steve Jobs had even programmed iPods to favor his own musical tastes over more popular songs like Britney Spears’ latest crap-bomb. All of which could easily be attributed to the TRUE randomness of the shuffle feature. (See also the birthday statistics problem) Although, even though it has been proved false, I can’t help but think that my iTunes shuffle feature is playing favorites.
My iTunes shuffle feature misses Christmas.
In between the Jonas Brothers and Black Eyed Peas (yes, I’ve recently bought songs from both – don’t hate), my iTunes seems to serve up an endless supply of Christmas songs. During the last few days, I’ve listened to everyone from Bing Crosby, Mariah Carey, and even the Bare Naked Ladies’ take on Christmas.
Now, I will admit that it has felt a little like Christmas lately. Why? I recently celebrated a birthday and was showered with gifts from people that are far too kind. Of course, each time I step foot outside in the Phoenix Valley of the Sun I am reminded 115 times that it is certainly not Christmas in July. Blah.
To be honest, I could go for a bit of Christmas. It is one of my most favorite times of the year. I am sure that it is my sun baked brain getting a bit short circuited, but I can’t help my thoughts wondering to snow angels and igloos. I’m counting down the weeks until the temperatures get cooler and I can go outside without feeling like my face is melting off. Now, I am sympathetic to the people in basically every OTHER part of the United States, but I’m told that Phoenix during the winter is the reason you put up with the heat during the summer. I guess until it gets cooler and it is actually winter, Bing Crosby is going to have to do.
Maybe if I finally upgrade to iTunes 8.123412.2132 my shuffle will get off of it’s Christmas kick and will give me some Brit-Brit.
My old house in Kansas City decked out with Christmas lights.