the day the music died

on my way to school this morning, listening to "all these things that i know," my beloved iPod breathed her last. i tried resusitating her for five minutes to no avail. so i write to celebrate the pure goodness of the palm-sized friend who has accompanied me to three continents, seven countries and down countless country roads. 7 november 2005 will forever live on as the day the music died.