I walk 2 1/2 miles and listen my iPod. This has resulted in a resurgence of my musical obsessions. My tastes have changed since the last era of Ariel Music Obsession, which was during my Lotus days. While I still like a good electronic album, lately I’ve been more interested in pop, soul, r&b, and a genre I call “Really Good Things That Came Out 2 Years Ago.”

Between the mp3s that Jung left on his iPod when he gave it to me, and the mp3s that I swiped off a coworker’s computer, I’ve got a full assortment of A Couple Years Ago’s Greatest Hits. This means I’m only just now tapping into the delightful electro-raunch of Peaches — although that said, her favorite song of mine isn’t from 2000’s “The Teaches of Peaches,” but her new album, “Fatherfucker.” You see, I’m in love with a song called “Operate.” You can get the general concept of the tune in the first verse: “It seems to me so strange / Check wallet for his name / His face is in the muck / I think his zipper’s stuck / He is perfect for me / To practice surgery / When blood coagulates / It’s time to operate!” Nothing better than a song about finding a dude passed out on the street and bringing him home to cut up (and perhaps molest?). And don’t even get me started on “Back It Up, Boys”: “Mine’s fake / Inanimate / But feels great / Against your prostate.” I would piss myself to see Peaches and Eminem battle. He would do his usual tired routine about killing his ex/wife, and Peaches could shoot back something like “Why kill Kim / When cannibalism’s better, alright? / My girlfriend and I brought Kim home / And ate her last night.” Except it would be wittier, and ten times dirtier.

Another old album I’m just discovering is The Strokes’ first album. I’d never bothered listening to the reigning masters of indie rock posturing and bad hair, put off by the attitude and hype (seriously, the critics were ready to credit these guys with single handedly saving the electric guitar), but I’ve found “Is This It?” a perfect walking album. I like it because, as much as this may piss off the boys in their little rumpled suits and frowns, it’s really just buzzy, fuzzy guitar pop. “Indie” my ass. It’s ful of hooks, and I’m like a fish: I know I shouldn’t love the hooks, but I find myself mouth open and bleeding at the surface of the water anyway.

But it hasn’t all been old music! I’ve also been victimized by iTunes and have recently snagged both Erykah Badu’s new album, “Worldwide Underground,” and Me’Shell NdegéOcello’s new one, Comfort Woman. Love me some soulful funk, and both these women do it right. I’m especially fond of Erykah Badu’s duet with Zap Mama, and Me’shell’s track “Come Smoke My Herb.”

Sadly, I’m having some logistical issues: no firewire port on my PC means the tracks I’ve downloaded with iTunes aren’t on my iPod, and that the tracks on my iPod aren’t on my PC. Oh, and the walls of my new apartment are very thin. If I can hear my neighbor’s cat meow in the morning, then I’m pretty sure I’ve got to keep my speakers low.

But never you mind! My new-old music will prevail! Who knows what music from a few years ago I may find next!