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- Oct. 25, 1993: Confessions Of A Couch Potato
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Oct. 25, 1993 All The Rage:Angry Young Rockers
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BUSINESS, Page 54
- Confessions Of A 21st Century Couch Potato
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- <body>
- <p> Call me old-fashioned. My kids do. I'm old enough to remember
- when televisions were dumber than airport washbasins and didn't
- know you were standing in front of them unless you switched
- them on. But when I come home from a long day at the recycling
- plant, I still like to plop down on the ergolounger, crack open
- a microbrew, dial the teleputer to what we used to call a channel
- and just veg out. Don't get me wrong. I like the little programmable
- hostess who greets me every night on my flat-panel screen. In
- fact, since I upgraded to the new version, the one in the high-res
- body stocking, I've developed a bit of a crush on her. I love
- the way she spices up the stuff that's good for me with the
- trashier stuff I like to watch. The other night when I told
- her I wanted to check out this new service the fellows at work
- were raving about, she said, "I know you don't like to hear
- about international news, but before I take you to co-ed nude
- volleyball, you should probably know that Japan has invaded
- New South Wales." She made it sound so interesting I actually
- switched to the Internews server to hear what those clowns in
- the White House had to say. I ended up ordering a laserprint
- of the press conference and having it read to me the next morning
- while I shaved.
- </p>
- <p> You don't see my son the couch commando doing stuff like that,
- unless maybe he's getting school credit. He thinks he's such
- a big shot since he got his varsity letter in video kick boxing.
- He drives me crazy the way he does 15 things at once, watching
- the ball game on one corner of the screen, visiting Bangkok
- on another, jumping to whatever wild file server his punk videobot
- digs up. These onscreen hosts are supposed to learn more as
- they get to know your tastes, but I swear his gets dumber by
- the day.
- </p>
- <p> His sister the power potato is no better. Takes after her mother,
- she does, hanging out in the video mall all day, watching infomercials
- for store credit and then squandering her savings on those damn
- dating services. In my day kids actually met each other before
- they started talking dirty online, parading around in front
- of the videophone wearing what they were born with and not much
- more!
- </p>
- <p> But you've got to say: they sure know their way around the info
- highway. The other day they showed me how to get to the computer
- file where they store all the old sitcoms from the '90s, back
- before the telcos merged with the cable operators and the broadcast
- networks collapsed. I'd forgotten how they used to throw the
- same old ads on everybody's screen, trying to sell you zirconium
- siding whether you owned a house or not.
- </p>
- <p> Those were the good old days, when TV signals came over the
- air and telephone calls came over wire. I remember when we used
- to say 500 channels were plenty, who needed digital this, two-way
- that, broadband switching and all that interactive mumbo jumbo?
- But once people got used to the idea of dialing their TVs like
- telephones and ordering up shows from the storage disks, things
- just took off.
- </p>
- <p> At first there was home shopping, then video-on-demand, and
- then long-distance video games. Pretty soon we had video party
- lines, video bulletin boards, virtual house calls, electronic
- classifieds, real-time Yellow Pages, laser-print coupon clubs,
- interactive soap operas and all the rest. The only people who
- weren't plugged in were those pointy heads who never owned a
- TV set in the first place. I saw one of them the other day,
- walking outside, making a fuss over the flowers. Hey, I'm no
- lowbrow. I used to go to the movies!
- </p>
- <p> I know what you're thinking. If I got out more, paid a little
- more attention to my wife, maybe I'd still be married. O.K.,
- I was wrong. I thought the microwave she could set from work
- would make her happy. How was I to know she'd fall for some
- guy who liked to talk better than he liked to interact? But
- I'm not complaining. I've got my health. I've got my remote.
- I've got my little video friend.
- </p>
- <p> Life's like a digital switch that way. There are a million paths
- it can take. You make your choices. You live with the consequences.
- There is no instant replay.
- </p>
- <p> By Philip Elmer-DeWitt
- </p>
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- </article>
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