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Yesterday, the sky was astonishingly clear. The air was brisk. Fresh. And very, very, very dry.

I had forgotten that in this part of the world, at this time of year, the air gets like this. Dry air, if you’re unfamiliar with it, has two primary characteristics. One, your skin withers and dies and feels like old parchment and … well, is generally ill-served by the weather.

The second characteristic is that everything transfers an electrical charge. Sometimes you’re on the receiving end and sometimes the giving side of things. My poor cat, Gonzo, has been traumatized almost since birth because as soon as someone reaches to pet her a high voltage blast frizzes her fur upright and sharply brings her to wakefulness.

But the business of iPods … well, I discovered yesterday as I moved about with my iPod playing and the earbuds nicely lodged in place that, should I touch something, I received a very frisky electrical charge in my ear and through my brain. I felt very much like Boris Karloff (or Shuler Hensley) as the Frankenstein monster lying on the mad doctor’s table getting electrical jolts to the temples.

Is it any wonder the monster was cranky?

Well, that’s what I discovered about iPods yesterday. Given the proper climate, they can be used to generate electrical power - right through your damn head!

The discovery came as quite a shock. (Insert rim shot.)

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