“Barry,” my cousin Mike said, “I think it’s time.” It was clear that my brother didn’t feel the same way, but he only shrugged, which Mike took as agreement. “Dave,” he said, giving the words as much gravity as he could muster, “Go get the dictionary.” I was nine years old, and a tag-along. I’d walked in on my brother telling a story about how—during school that morning—a girl he knew got her period in the middle of French class. And I laughed like the dickens. And then they called me on it. After I’d lugged the dictionary down from the spare room, Mike told me to look up the word period and read out the definition. “The end of a cycle, a series of events, or a single action?” “Keep going,” he said. “The full pause with which a sentence closes?” “Not that.” “An interval of geologic—“ “Gimme that!” He yanked the book towards him, read down the page, and pointed me towards the definition he’d found. Menstruation: the monthly discharge of blood from the uterus of nonpregnant women from pu...
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My MP3 player also has a seeming pattern to its 'random' selections. I can basically predict what songs are going to come next. And the guy who wrote the random programming for mine apparently loves Montell Jordan's "This is How We Do It" and anything by Rascal Flatts.
The radio station I listen to is like that - on weekends, they seem to have an Elton John-Billy Joel lovefest goin' on. Not an hour passes when I'm not treated to the sounds of "Rocket Man" or "Piano Man".
Given that over a third of the songs on my iPod are Rufus Wainwright, he turns up pretty frequently.
When you speak about the randomizer on your iPod, it's called algorhythm.
Sheesh.
;)
That's what's playing on my iPod right now. Yes, I do realize that it's 3:45 am where I come from and I really should be sleeping.