I love all of the goodies and gadgets within our increasingly high-tech world. I confess, if I were a wealthy guy with an excessive amount of time on my hands, I’d probably buy certainly one of each and spend so many hours of my life using them. But deep within my heart and soul, I also confess that I’m glad I cannot afford the full length of such, well–time wasters.
A recent “Zits” comic strip within our local newspaper really worked for me personally since it put all of the risks and rewards of high-tech personal communication in sharp perspective. Once you learn the main characters in that comic strip, they’re a middle-aged mom and dad using their teenage son gadget guru. This specific episode of the strip had the son showing dad the latest “super phone” gadget. He described the great number of things the phone 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, you wouldn’t be out of touch or unconnected for a single minute of your life.”
The ultimate panel in the comic strip showed dad together with his back turned, flinging the phone far to the sky.
My phones (both the “land line” and the cell I use) simply make phone calls. I’m uncertain, but I think once we got our cellular phone service I asked them to turn off the text messaging feature on the account. I not merely want to avoid accidentally texting, I don’t desire to pile up any fees for everyone texting me.
My television, I personally use to watch television. Well, OK, we have a satellite dish plan which includes a lot of music channels. Sometimes (like at this time, as I write this), I turn the TV to one of those digital music channels and enjoy beautiful jazz or classical music as my fingers trip and stumble across the keyboard. And I even tune in 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 have ambitious and use our turntable to show all of those vinyl albums we have from the 1960s into mp3 files. When I have the courage and time to figure that out.)
Oh, sure, I’ve got a notebook computer. I even employ a old relic of an extremely slow desktop having an outmoded, tiny hard disk drive gathering dust on a corner desk.
However 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 do want to go and gets me there when I want to get there. None of my high-tech gadgets are very as shiny and new as others, however they do what I want them to do–when I want them to take action, its not all minute of my waking life.