Reason number 634 that having an iPod rocks. I can shut out all the noise at work.

Reason number 635 that iPod rocks. When one listens to “Filmore Jive” by Pavement (from Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain) while working on a document titled “Software Candidate Matrix for Project POC”, the little piece of your soul that would have dislodged and blown away in the dry, hollow wind of corporate environments actually takes root and flourishes instead.

The little green machine that saves souls. That’s what I call my little Gasoline Rainbow.