Saturday, April 30, 2005
arm thyself well
My consolation prize for having to endure another ten weeks in bloody Libya is a... Well, what should one call it? It's not an iPod because that's a different make. It's not really an MP3 player because it plays .wma files too. It's a Creative Zen thingummy and it's also the dog's bollocks. It's a Libya-survival device: the big problem out there is the sense of cultural isolation - one's in a society which is very alien to Europeans. Carrying around this thingummy means I've got a whole load of my culture, so far as it can be condensed into audio form, with me. The Smiths, Tom Waits, A Clockwork Orange, Under Milk Wood, Mozart... Psychic defence.