Audio Book Apologist

Something will happen at some point that will do for audio books what white earbuds instead of black headphones and the ipod did for non-team bus, in public, personal music consumption. One minute, how many ever years ago, a full-length black trench coat is required if you want to walk down the street or across campus while also being plugged in, and the next a ridiculous Gap model sports white audio gear unassumingly to the tune of Squeeze's "Tempted", wait scratch that, same model wrong ad, and it was a Rolling Stones cover. Ipodded audio books are the ideal complement to cooking, commuting, showering, idly downloading crazy pics, and picking up your socks. Maybe it will be the sleekness of Audible.com and their ubiquitous, at least in the minuscule podcasting world, advertising campaign, or if and when Lady GaGa admits to polishing off Bill Simmons's NBA tome over a month of daily spa treatments without ever removing the cucumber slices. Whatever the catalyst or tipping point turns out to be, the innate awesomeness of gorging on the mind expandingness of a good book while putting forth less effort than it takes to watch TV cannot be denied by the masses forever.