Aug 26, 2004 09:17 AM
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Holy shit.
I can only imagine the scene at the New York Times a few days ago, as a team of Circuits section editors gathered around a table in a room lit by only a single lamp, shining down at the stupefying gadget known as... iPod.
Beads of sweat gathered on the brows and backfat of each one as they gazed unflinchingly at the white devil, unable to unlock its hermetic secrets; a group of men and women - elevated masters of the occult tradition of tech journalism - their minds broken and laid bare on the tiny aluminum altar that Apple had raised in their midst.
An intern slammed open the door, his silhouette framed by the light from the rest of the Gray Lady's offices, pushing a wave of nauseating synchronicity with the iPod's famous ad campaign into the room.
"Sirs, I've got dozens of great leads about technology being used during the upcoming Republican National..." He was silenced by an upturned palm from the Arch-Editor.
"You fool," gasped the AE, as he fell to one knee, black fluid running from his ears, "Have you not heard? This iPod can play music... at random."
Read - Tunes, a Hard Drive and (Just Maybe) a Brain [NYTimes]
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