I love most of the goodies and gadgets inside our increasingly high-tech world. I confess, if I were an abundant guy with a lot of time on my hands, I’d probably buy certainly one of each and spend so many hours of my life playing with them. But deep within my heart and soul, I also confess that I’m glad I cannot afford a full course of such, well–time wasters.
A recently available “Zits” comic strip inside our local newspaper really worked for me personally as it put most of the risks and rewards of high-tech personal communication in sharp perspective gadgets now. If you know the main characters for the reason that comic strip, they’re a middle-aged mom and dad using their teenage son. This specific bout of the strip had the son showing dad the latest “super phone” gadget. He described the large number of things the telephone could do all at once–Internet, phone, texting, mobile television, etc. The teen’s closing comment went something like this: “With one of these, you wouldn’t be out of touch or unconnected for a single minute of one’s life.”
The last panel in the comic strip showed dad with his back turned, flinging the telephone far in to the sky.
My phones (both the “land line” and the cell I use) simply make phone calls. I’m not sure, but I believe whenever we got our cellular phone service I asked them to switch off the writing messaging feature on the account. I not merely want in order to avoid accidentally texting, I don’t want to pile up any fees for anyone texting me.
My television, I take advantage of to watch television. Well, OK, we have a satellite dish plan which includes a lot of music channels. Sometimes (like right now, as I write this), I turn the TV to some of those digital music channels and enjoy beautiful jazz or classical music as my fingers trip and stumble across the keyboard. And I even pay attention to radio stations and play occasional music (jazz, mostly) CDs on our just-above-the-boombox-level stereo. (One of nowadays I’m going to get ambitious and use our turntable to show all of those vinyl albums we have from the 1960s into mp3 files. When I’ve the courage and time to figure that most out.)
Oh, sure, I’ve got a laptop computer. I even employ a old relic of an extremely slow desktop with an outmoded, tiny drive gathering dust on a large part desk.
But for probably the most part, my phones simply do phone calls. My Net connection, when I go online with the laptop, takes me where I wish to go and gets me there when I need to get there. None of my high-tech gadgets can be as shiny and new as others, but they do what I need them to do–when I need them to do this, don’t assume all minute of my waking life.