Ever since the overpriced and flawed iRiver Mobile Transmitter crapped the bed (no right channel) we have been forced back into the neo-Luddite nightmare of burning CD to listen in the car. Sure we could drag ourselves out to to store to pick up another transmitter and, yes, we have had close to a year to do just that but what would I have to write about if we did? Anyways, the trouble is with our voracious appetite for new music means that in a given week some twenty or so new discs will find themselves floating about in the car. Floating right next to the nice Case Logic 400 disc wallet.

The problem is that we have no method for filing in the wallet. We’ve tried it by genre, artist, and owner and the complaint is always the same, “Where the hell is that album?!” On top of that is the overwhelming feeling of “meh” that overtakes us seeing all the music lined up next to each other and the pressure is on to find just the right music for that particular mood before it shifts. Sort of like skeet shooting, blindfolded and drunk with a rubber band gun in high wind. Missing is all too familiar.  Yet for some reason when our music is snuggly tucked into our players finding and listening to music is easy and not fraught with near panicked episodes of ennui.

This morning I just went through the ritual of gathering up all the errant discs, flipped through the book pulling the ones we haven’t listened to in a while, and filed the rest with no rhyme or reason.  All the while I dreamed of after market stereos  with an auxiliary jack on the face plate like the fairly El Cheapo Sony CDX-GT310. Maybe I might just surprise Management with a gift that we both would enjoy–the best kind, I say.  The installation is the cost of another transmitter and it might just save our collective sanities from the blizzard of CDRs that often coats the back of the car.