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 one of each and spend so 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 the full course of such, well–time wasters.
A recent “Zits” comic strip within our local newspaper really worked for me personally because it put all the risks and rewards of high-tech personal communication in sharp perspective gadgets for men. Once you learn the main characters for the reason that comic strip, they are a middle-aged mom and dad with their teenage son. This specific bout of the strip had the son showing dad the most recent “super phone” gadget. He described the large number of things the device 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 a single minute of your life.”
The ultimate panel in the comic strip showed dad with his back turned, flinging the device far into 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 when we got our cellular phone service I asked them to switch off the text messaging feature on the account. I not merely want in order to avoid accidentally texting, I don’t wish to pile up any fees for everyone texting me.
My television, I personally use 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 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 have ambitious and use our turntable to turn all of 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 a very slow desktop 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 Web 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 are quite as shiny and new as others, however they do what I need them to do–when I need them to take action, not every minute of my waking life.