I really like most of the goodies and gadgets within our increasingly high-tech world. I confess, if I were a wealthy guy with a lot of time on my hands, I’d probably buy 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 complete length of such, well–time wasters.
A recently available “Zits” comic strip within our local newspaper really worked for me personally since it put most of the risks and rewards of high-tech personal communication in sharp perspective Best gadgets. If you know the main characters for the reason that comic strip, they’re a middle-aged mom and dad with their teenage son. This specific episode of the strip had the son showing dad the most recent “super phone” gadget. He described the great number of things the telephone could do all at once–Internet, phone, texting, mobile television, etc. The teen’s closing comment went something similar to this: “With one of these simple, you wouldn’t be out of touch or unconnected for an individual minute of your life.”
The last panel in the comic strip showed dad together 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 cell phone service I asked them to switch off the writing messaging feature on the account. I not just want to prevent accidentally texting, I don’t want to pile up any fees proper texting me.
My television, I take advantage of to view television. Well, OK, we have a satellite dish plan which includes a huge amount of music channels. Sometimes (like today, 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 throughout the keyboard. And I even pay attention to the air 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 turn all of those vinyl albums we have from the 1960s into mp3 files. When I have the courage and time to find that out.)
Oh, sure, I’ve got a notebook computer. I even have a very old relic of a really slow desktop by having an outmoded, tiny hard disk drive gathering dust on a corner desk.
But also 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 want to go and gets me there when I want to get there. None of my high-tech gadgets are quite as shiny and new as others, nevertheless they do what I want them to do–when I want them to do so, its not all minute of my waking life.