A couple of days ago, I lost all the music from my iPod, very little of which I actually had on my iBook. Kevin needed to get a file off my iPod and plugged it into a PC it hadn't been plugged into before. He grabbed the file and said no to some update requests and then a while later called me over because the iPod icon was flashing in iTunes. That was the point at which we released that the iPod had been updated in the background without either of us realising, erasing all my music.
In retrospect, I should have looked when he queried me about the updates, instead of saying 'just cancel them'. And I should have remembered to make sure that his copy of iTunes was set to 'manual update only'. But I didn't. So there we go. Music lost. I have some of it on my iBook, and I have some on some DVDs which I think are in Dorset. But still, lots is gone.
I couldn't really get upset. I mean, it's bits. I can re-rip stuff or I can re-download stuff. It's a pain in the ass but it's not fatal. I haven't lost any *thing* just some replaceable data.
Of course, now that I've imported what little music I had on the iBook onto my MacBook, and now that I've updated iTunes with the new version, it recognised that I had an iPod that had been synced to a different library, and asked if I was sure that I wanted to update it.
The irony of this is not lost on me. I don't think it's lost on Kevin either.
Oh, the iRony
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I am in the process of helping a local museum set up a podcast and that has been an active topic of discussion, to make sure we don't accidently erase people's files in the process. It's quite commonplace evidently.
Just keep telling yourself “I don't own any of the content i've bought. I'm just borrowing it”.
Grrr. Why do we put up with this stuff. I've got Vinyl that is 30 years old. I'm doing my best to make sure that the MP3 collection I have now is still working in 30 years. If not for me then for my heirs. But it's damn hard.
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