Apple iPod classic 3rd Generation (10 GB) MP3 Player
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- Number of Songs: 2500
- Usage: Music
- Interface: USB Firewire
- Screen Size: 2 inch
- Main Storage Type: Hard Drive
- Storage Capacity: 10 GB
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The Savior of Digital Music Has Come
Pros
A divine and glorious gift upon our mortal ears; a miraculous feast of resplendent harmonies.
Cons
Short battery life.
Recommended it?
Yes
The Bottom Line:
Ring the bells and praise Hallelujah; for the iPod has come, and It is good.
When you buy an iPod, you'll not only enjoy the finest MP3 player on the market -- you'll hold in your hands one of the most iconoclastic consumer products ever made. Your pocket will bask in high-tech glory, and your ears will delight in newfound digital delight. Passersby will pause to admire your white earphones, wondering what sonorous melodies they must be projecting. You will, in short, be transformed by the very device which transformed music itself.
The iPod is an orchestra in the palm of your hand. And a rock band, a jazz group, a pianist, or even, as your taste may dictate, a Bavarian yak ensemble. There are room for all of these and more, as the iPod's ten gigabytes of space offer room for more than 2,000 of the world's finest musical selections. Tire of certain selections, and simply replace them with others— iPod's seamless compatibility with iTunes allows for the easiest of interaction.
The iPod is a marvel in design, and Apple has packed more fun into a device the size of a pack of cards since, well, the pack of cards. With a seamless, effortless, and nearly motionless brush of the thumb, the iPod can be cooed into whatever action you so desire. Its scrollwheel, in itself a marvel in design, makes for seamless navigation through whatever part of the interface you may be browsing. Its four buttons contain all the functionality one could dream of; like nuclear weaponry, great power resides in their deceptively small size.
Of course, perfection, as is so in all mortal endeavor, remains an ideal as of yet unattained. The iPod, while upon first glance may seem a gift upon man by our Creator, is sadly not— with exception, perhaps, of the 40 gigabyte model. And as such, its failings, while few, sadly must not be ignored.
Perhaps the greatest shortcoming of this miraculous device is the relatively short span of time in which its miraculousness may be enjoyed, pending battery recharge. Even in ideal circumstances, the iPod bestows upon the listener no more than eight hours of its harmonies. To some, this stands as outrage; even to the zealots, few would rise fists at several hours more play. To those standing in between, it may not portend apocalypse, but it still is a fact both grim and regrettable.
One may raise against Apple's gift to humanity other grievances, though to all reasonable listeners they should stand in significance as ants in the shadow of a giant, that giant being the greatness otherwise contained in this white-and-silver marvel. But in the name of leaving no stone unturned, however small it may be, the truth unbridled must be told.
For one, the price, though certainly justifiable, is no modest sum; the iPod's purchaser could, with an equal sum, feed a medium-sized Somalian village through the year 2017. In addition, Apple has forsaken its elder child, OS 9, from any interaction with the iPod, reserving the privilege solely for its favored son, OS X. And finally, its beauty, like that of a fair maiden, is meant not for the harsh rigors of the world; even the faintest mark upon its countenance leaves a lifelong scar, and marks such as these accumulate within moments upon entering the pocket. Clothing its fair, naked exterior with a fine-tailored case is, thus, the only option for a caring patron.
But no such bickering whims can cast a thread of darkness upon the iPod's radiant glory. Like the savior who graced this earth more than two millennia past, the iPod has so similarly arrived as a beacon of hope to the heretofore heathen masses of electronic goods. From this moment onward it shall be worshipped and cherished, and its beholders shall forever transcend the world of discs and tapes, ascending to the chosen land of MP3s.
The iPod is an orchestra in the palm of your hand. And a rock band, a jazz group, a pianist, or even, as your taste may dictate, a Bavarian yak ensemble. There are room for all of these and more, as the iPod's ten gigabytes of space offer room for more than 2,000 of the world's finest musical selections. Tire of certain selections, and simply replace them with others— iPod's seamless compatibility with iTunes allows for the easiest of interaction.
The iPod is a marvel in design, and Apple has packed more fun into a device the size of a pack of cards since, well, the pack of cards. With a seamless, effortless, and nearly motionless brush of the thumb, the iPod can be cooed into whatever action you so desire. Its scrollwheel, in itself a marvel in design, makes for seamless navigation through whatever part of the interface you may be browsing. Its four buttons contain all the functionality one could dream of; like nuclear weaponry, great power resides in their deceptively small size.
Of course, perfection, as is so in all mortal endeavor, remains an ideal as of yet unattained. The iPod, while upon first glance may seem a gift upon man by our Creator, is sadly not— with exception, perhaps, of the 40 gigabyte model. And as such, its failings, while few, sadly must not be ignored.
Perhaps the greatest shortcoming of this miraculous device is the relatively short span of time in which its miraculousness may be enjoyed, pending battery recharge. Even in ideal circumstances, the iPod bestows upon the listener no more than eight hours of its harmonies. To some, this stands as outrage; even to the zealots, few would rise fists at several hours more play. To those standing in between, it may not portend apocalypse, but it still is a fact both grim and regrettable.
One may raise against Apple's gift to humanity other grievances, though to all reasonable listeners they should stand in significance as ants in the shadow of a giant, that giant being the greatness otherwise contained in this white-and-silver marvel. But in the name of leaving no stone unturned, however small it may be, the truth unbridled must be told.
For one, the price, though certainly justifiable, is no modest sum; the iPod's purchaser could, with an equal sum, feed a medium-sized Somalian village through the year 2017. In addition, Apple has forsaken its elder child, OS 9, from any interaction with the iPod, reserving the privilege solely for its favored son, OS X. And finally, its beauty, like that of a fair maiden, is meant not for the harsh rigors of the world; even the faintest mark upon its countenance leaves a lifelong scar, and marks such as these accumulate within moments upon entering the pocket. Clothing its fair, naked exterior with a fine-tailored case is, thus, the only option for a caring patron.
But no such bickering whims can cast a thread of darkness upon the iPod's radiant glory. Like the savior who graced this earth more than two millennia past, the iPod has so similarly arrived as a beacon of hope to the heretofore heathen masses of electronic goods. From this moment onward it shall be worshipped and cherished, and its beholders shall forever transcend the world of discs and tapes, ascending to the chosen land of MP3s.
