i am not a certified iPod specialist, dang it

I haven't mentioned it yet on my blog, but for the last three weeks my iPod has been slowly giving up the ghost. The hard drive has been plagued with a steady clicking noise, and I have been unable to play any music without the track skipping or stopping all together. Repeated forays into the land of Google Search revealed that my faithful music companion was likely headed for an early retirement. Most of the solutions that I found offered only temporary jaunts back into functionality for my dear iPod. With all this in mind, along with the fact that my iPod is far out of warranty, I decided to crack it open and take a look inside. I was really hoping that the problem would be as simple as a loose cable of some sort. Nope. And it really wasn't that hard to open up the iPod case either. No, the problems came when trying to put to reassemble it. I used to think that the whole Humpty Dumpty fiasco was a load of bunk, but after trying to play iPod doctor, neither king nor men could put it together again (for a good five minutes). I finally succeeded, but, alas, I managed to crack the flippin' LCD in the process. In the upper left corner, of course--the most used part of the iPod screen. Gosh.

The irony: it has been working flawlessly since I opened it up yesterday, albeit with a cruddy screen.

The lesson: I am not a certified iPod specialist, dang it.

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one week down, twenty-four more to go

My first week of classes here in Bangkok is finished. It went well. I keep mentally pinching myself to make sure that things really are as good as they feel right now. Serving as the only SM for four months in Chiang Mai was miserable, at least for me personally. Here, at the English Language School, there are four other SMs. Carignane, Patrick, and Krystin are from the States and Merika is from Finland. I don't think I can really describe the simple pleasure of eating lunch with people who speak the same language that I do. And it would be tough to explain the joy found in just shooting the breeze with other teachers during downtime or in between classes.  The realist angel (or devil) that sits on my shoulder whispers that I won't always be this content. But for now, I ignore him; I want to absorb as much of this contentment as I can. Life is pretty dang okay.

Random sidenote: Ask me if I am going to be attending a wedding on Saturday night. And not as a guest, mind you, I am going to be a groomsman. Ordinarily, this would involve knowing the groom. In this particular case, however, being acquainted with the groom (or anyone else in the wedding party) is purely optional. I will be sure to write more after the fact; the wedding should be interesting addition to my weekend.

Peas.