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27.12.06

A Musical Christmas.

So I feel like Christmas went by with a WHOOSH over my head like some cracked-out hummingbird and I barely had time to glance at it and go "Hm. Christmas." It was a weird, warm, rainy Christmas, but it still had its perks. I got some nice clothes, some pretty jewelry, and some fun computer games, but the very first present that I laid my eyes on that morning was and is my most precious present I've received to date: my lovely record player.

It's a beautiful thing--a fairly large box with a faux wood finish that also plays CDs and cassette tapes (do cassettes even exist anymore?). And a beautiful, tiny needle. Every time I look at that gorgeous record player I feel a rush of joy and wonder--such a wonderful vintage technology.

Vinyls themselves amaze me; to think one can record soundwaves into the grooves of an object and extract them with a tiny metal or glass needle. And it's such a beauty to watch in action, too. The needle looks so peaceful, steadily tracing each vinyl in a slow, contemplative spiral until finally clicking to a stop when it reaches the center.

I've had some vinyls for a while and I've been looking for a record player so I could listen to them--I'm very surprised that Mom and Stan remembered I wanted one. I can't wait to get some more vinyls for it. I don't know why, but the record player adds something to music that really makes it more entrancing. Unfortunately, I have no batteries for my digital camera right now, so I'll have to post a picture of it later.

But I assure you, it certainly is a beautiful thing.

† Anonymous at 2:41 AM ‡