Although it isn’t a tragedy, it is a sad day today. Paul the Octopus will predict no more. He lived a long and full life. Hatched in a tank with 81,000 bothers and sisters in January 2008, he lived each day to the ultimate octopus limit until he died of natural causes at the ripe old octopus age of 2 1/2 years. His power of prediction was legend, a win for every one of his eight legs culminating in correctly chosing the underdog Spain for the 2010 World Cup Final. He will be missed by everyone except the Dutch.
And if that crushing loss isn’t enough, it grieves me to burden you all with this: Production of the Sony Walkman (1979-2010) ends today.
The Walkman was the ultimate in small portable music. Instead of blasting a city block with the boom box, the Walkman allowed the listener to wear headphones and crank what ever music he or she liked without disturbing anyone except your parents who tried to warn you that you were pulverizing your eardrums to deafness if they could hear what was you were listening to from across the room.
Considering the number of times I say, “What?” during any given day, they may have been right.
The Walkman redefined the way we listen to music from a shared experience to a personal bubble of music–unless you had an extra set of earphones.