The art of browsing

Yesterday evening, while listening to some FM radio before sleeping, I considered the following: as I found a nice radio station playing superb '70s Progressive music, the utmost pleasure in listening in the dark to some music you didn't choose, BUT which someone else made for you, enhances greatly the enjoyment... sort-of like the DJ out in the blue cocooned you and every listener with attention and loving choices.

This reminds me that, possibly, men of every age love being surprised, let's call it "the gift syndrome";-))) - i.e. it's much more intriguing and pleasant finding a sought-after disc at a second-hand shop, in some dusty bin, instead of paying top bucks on Ebay or GEMM, don't you?

... but it's not only about the fact of money saving... it's the accelerated heartbeat, the sweaty, feverish eyes wide shut-mode you experience when holding the just found, cherished item in yr. hands, for a long, orgasm-like moment.

Yes, it's the collector speaking... but "the gift syndrome", this pleasant sense of humble astonishment, is also here when I listen to my trusty, old iPod Shuffle... I also own the larger, high-tech 8GB model... BUT the FM-like, don't-know-what's-behind-the-corner of the cheap little gizmo is always surprising and zesty to my ears, never annoying or boring.

Men: strange breed we are...