I enjoy all the goodies and gadgets within our increasingly high-tech world. I confess, if I were a rich guy with too much time on my hands, I’d probably buy among each and spend way too many hours of my entire life having fun with them. But deep within my heart and soul, I also confess that I’m glad I cannot afford a full span of such, well–time wasters.
A current “Zits” comic strip within our local newspaper really worked for me since it put all the risks and rewards of high-tech personal communication in sharp perspective. Knowing the main characters for the reason that comic strip, they are a middle-aged mom and dad with their teenage son gadget gift for in. This particular bout of the strip had the son showing dad the newest “super phone” gadget. He described the great number of things the device could do all at once–Internet, phone, texting, mobile television, etc. The teen’s closing comment went something such as this: “With one of these simple, you wouldn’t be out of touch or unconnected for an individual minute of one’s life.”
The last panel in the comic strip showed dad along with his back turned, flinging the device 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 do believe once we got our cell phone service I asked them to turn fully off the text messaging feature on the account. I not just want to avoid accidentally texting, I don’t want to pile up any fees for everyone texting me.
My television, I take advantage of to view television. Well, OK, we have a satellite dish plan that features a huge amount of music channels. Sometimes (like today, 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 the air and play occasional music (jazz, mostly) CDs on our just-above-the-boombox-level stereo. (One of these days I’m going to have ambitious and use our turntable to show all those vinyl albums we have from the 1960s into mp3 files. When I’ve the courage and time to find that all out.)
Oh, sure, I’ve got a notebook computer. I even have a very old relic of an extremely slow desktop by having an outmoded, tiny hard 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 do want to go and gets me there when I need to get there. None of my high-tech gadgets are quite as shiny and new as others, however they do what I need them to do–when I need them to do this, its not all minute of my waking life.