finally!
the new ipod whose name is Martina, sat on a shelf in it’s packaging for too long:
- i never seemed to have time to download the music onto it
- i couldn’t think about a name for it
- and most of all, i didn’t want put dear old Naima away, it is white and was customized with 2 lines from my favorite Fernando Pessoa poem, but it is old and was beginning to malfunction, also I had filled up its 20 gigs…