iPod Touch: The Rest of the Story
About 2-1/2 months ago my beloved and trusty, and just under one-year-old, iPod Touch died. I left it in the front-left cargo pocket of a pair of shorts, didn’t tell my wife it was in there, and didn’t remember until it was in the middle of the soap cycle in the washing machine. It was squishy, loaded with soap and water, and dead.
Much consternation on this, trust me. I’ve got a history with gadgets. I left the last Palm I owned, I think it was an enhanced Palm Vx, in the seatback of an airplane. I was on a flight from Vegas to Portland and it was in the seatback of my initial airplane, bound for Los Angeles. Never recovered, of course.
But back to the iPod Touch.
So with the Touch full of white bubbles — you could even see them under the screen and hear them squishing around when you squeezed the iPod gently — I sat it down next to me as I Googled how to save a waterlogged iPod Touch and asked my brother in law what he did when something similar happened. The answer I kept coming across: Put it in a bag of rice and let it set for a few days. Do not turn it on or try to reset it. The rice may absorb the water out of the iPod.
Please, I thought. This is ridiculous. The rice is going to lure the water OUT of the inside of the device? Seriously? The truth is, while skeptical, I was also hopeful and knew I had nothing to lose — the Touch was dead at this point. No pulse. So I borrowed a bag of sand from the Obergs, our great friends in Beaverton with whom we were staying, put the Touch into the depths of the rice, said a prayer, did a funky dance the instructions described, and went on with my vacation. (Okay, the prayer and the funky dance were added for dramatic effect.)
Then I waited.
Nothing doing for the rest of the vacation (which took us through July 5). Nothing doing when we got home. Nothing doing for so long that I, yes, bought a new iPod Touch and gave my son the dead one to just mess around with. I also gave the dead one to Conner to do whatever with. (Side note: Why no iPhone, you ask? Company-issue Blackberry.)
Fast forward these 2-1/2 months.
Lori and I went to my 12-year-old son Conner’s school open house last night while he and our other three boys stayed home. When we came home and I dropped my stuff off in the office, sitting on my desk was “Conner’s” iPod Touch. The old one. I hadn’t thought about it in at least a month. So, with a glimmer of hope, I clicked the power button. Nothing. I left it on the desk and went to bed.
Friday morning comes. Another beautiful, sunny day in Temecula. The sprinklers were spritzing my grass just outside my office window, the birds were chirping, it was calm and serene. I click “Conner’s” iPod Touch power button again…why, I don’t know. Nothing, again. The thought pops into my head that, even if it was ready to start working again, a full 2-1/2 months later, surely the battery would have drained by now. So I plug it into the USB adapter attached to the family laptop. And I go about my business.
To keep this short story long, let’s just say that after about 30 minutes of looking over sales numbers and replying to a couple emails, I had totally forgotten that the thing was even sitting next to me UNTIL THE APPLE LOGO SUDDENLY APPEARED ON THE SCREEN. Are you kidding me???? I left it plugged in so it could finish charging completely, updated the OS to 3.0 like my replacement iPod Touch, synced it with my laptop, and VOILA, folks, we have an iPod back in action.
Was it the rice? Was it the 2-1/2 months of patience? Was I being rewarded for the glimmer of faith I showed? Was it fasting and prayer? Oh, wait, I said I DIDN’T pray about it, didn’t I? Was it some magical thing Conner did with it during the time I turned it over to him, thinking it was dead?
We will never know. But I do know one thing: what once was dead lives again. Of course, my wife's comment was: "So...you know what I'm thinking, right? Can you take the new one back?" Gotta lover her.
I can now introduce my son to his own iPod Touch loaded with Rush, Boston, U2, The Replacements, Paul McCartney, ELO, The Outfield, Neil Diamond, Kiss, Ace Frehley, AC/DC, Little River Band, Journey, Jackson 5, The Ramones, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Buddy Holly, Cheap Trick, George Strait, Alan Jackson, Garth Brooks, The Clash, Cat Stevens, the Bee Gees, and other classics I’m sure they’ll grow to love.

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