I feel it is my duty as a conscientious citizen of the world to alert you to the fact that iTunes is dangerous. Use it with caution, I beg of you.
It's been mentioned a time or two here that I am having technical difficulties with technology at home. I've been without a personal computer since moving to Lake Town in February. I thought at first I would fade away to virtual nothingness (get it? Virtual? Haha!) from internet withdrawal. I've since discovered that it is possible for a body to survive - and even thrive - without a daily dose of surfing and chatting.
One reason it has been possible, is that I upgraded my phone (mobile, no land line) from an ancient flip phone that archaically was able to only place and receive phone calls - and that only if the conversation was less than 10 minutes long because the battery was shot - to one of those high-fangled fancy-dancy smart phones. This thing, I'm sure, if I could just figure out how it works, would be able to command the Mars Probe. (How is it that a smart phone can make you feel so not-smart?)
I'd been resisting the smart phone movement for a very long time, but I am hooked. It has been useful in so many ways, allowing me to stay in touch, connected, and informed. I wouldn't recommend using a phone to write your PhD dissertation, however, as the keyboard is incredibly tiny, leading to plentiful and interesting typos.
One of the features I most especially enjoy about my intelligent phone is that it is many devices in one. It is my calendar, my internet, my note-taker, address book, camera, mp3 player and yes, even my telephone. One wee drawback is that the music stored on the device has to come through iTunes. And therein lies the rub.
Having set up my very own iTunes account, it is now as simple as tapping on a little circle on the screen in order to purchase one song or an entire album. I say 'purchase' but it doesn't feel anything like a purchase, because you don't hand over money or a piece of plastic, you just tap the circle and presto! You now have that cool song from that band you totally forgot about from the 90s in your playlist. It's not until you check out the bank balance at the end of the month that you realize all that impulsive tapping adds up, and you now have to eat cereal with water instead of milk until payday.