God is in my iPod
My original amazement at the sheer complexity of Apple's programming, the way they somehow managed to designate the shuffle setting to put certain styles distinctly together with unexpected aural delights blending ever so perfectly, all of that has given way under the weight of realizing I'm dealing with providence itself. 5600 songs selected at random - and my recently acquired iPod follows a This Mortal Coil track featuring Dominic Appleton's deliciously suspect vocals with something by Breathless, his primary band? I'm walking home late at night and Kate Bush starts to sing about Cloudbusting just as it begins to rain? Behind the wheel of the Volvo I take a quick left into Chinatown just as Amanda Lear begins to sing, yes, that's right, Queen of Chinatown? I think God is in my iPod, and by that I mean the God of my own personal understanding as defined by me today, especially now that we all know what's on Jesus' ipod. So when some drunken skeeze told me about ipod tarot readings, of course I had to try them out, and oddly enough they've providing a week of entertaining, if not actually intuitive and informative insights.
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