I love all 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 one of each and spend so many hours of my entire life using them. But deep within my heart and soul, I also confess that I’m glad I cannot afford a full length of such, well–time wasters.
A recently available “Zits” comic strip inside 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. If you know the key characters for the reason that comic strip gadgets electronic, they’re a middle-aged mom and dad with their teenage son. This kind of bout of the strip had the son showing dad the latest “super phone” gadget. He described the multitude of things the telephone 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, you wouldn’t be out of touch or unconnected for an individual minute of your life.”
The ultimate panel in the comic strip showed dad along 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 uncertain, but I do believe whenever 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 prevent accidentally texting, I don’t desire to pile up any fees for anyone texting me.
My television, I use to watch television. Well, OK, we have a satellite dish plan which includes a ton 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 pay attention to the radio and play occasional music (jazz, mostly) CDs on our just-above-the-boombox-level stereo. (One of these days I’m going to obtain ambitious and use our turntable to turn all those vinyl albums we have from the 1960s into mp3 files. When I have the courage and time to figure that all out.)
Oh, sure, I’ve got a laptop 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.
But for the absolute most part, my phones simply do phone calls. My Internet connection, when I go online with the laptop, takes me where I wish 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 need them to do–when I need them to do so, don’t assume all minute of my waking life.