Yes, that truck was hauling what could have only been a huge old console television, decorative wooden cabinet and all. I haven't seen one of those in ages. I have become so accustomed to the wide flat screen remote control driven HD marvels that the sight of the old tube was a bit jarring. It also started a fun conversation. Adam and I remember a lot of the same things about tv in the "old days."
I remember actually getting excited when I would get to change channels. I suppose for a kid it would have been a nice little exercise of power and a way to burn off a little energy. I am sure it was far less entertaining for adults. I would miss my remote now but back then there was something really satisfying about the clunk, clunk, clunk of the changer. The whole experience had a tactile kind of quality that is missing these days. I remember how it felt to pull to turn on the set and the popping sound it made. I remember pushing it back and the fade to a pinpoint of light when you were through.
I remember how frustrating it could be when you couldn't quite get the station fine-tuned enough to come in. When you did get it the victory was sweet. TV could really seem like a game of skill back then, especially if you also had to manipulate an antenna.
I remember how it could seem to take an eternity to warm up, especially when you were a little late in turning on the cartoons. I don't remember a lot of channel surfing. I remember watching things through snow and messing with the color knobs (apparently turning people green on screen passed for wit in my circle of one or two). I vaguely remember beating on it from time to time but I don't remember why (so don't tell my parents).
I don't miss those days but the nostalgia was pleasant enough while it lasted. I am very happy with sharp images, remote controls, and the like. I must admit that I am still feeling the sting of missing the DVR. Remembering the experiences of my childhood does make me realize how good I have it now, even with our recent downsizing to basic cable--. I suspect that effect will soon pass and I'll be back to grumbling when I watch live tv and can't pause it and so on. I just have to hone my rusty skills. The old commercial time bathroom/kitchen dash will have to come back into play.
We haven't completely jumped back into the twentieth century. In fact, Adam and I exchanged early anniversary gifts that are definitely on the newer end of the technological timeline. We both got the new iPhone 3GS. I'm sure that some wouldn't think that is terribly romantic but they are probably not geeks.
Adam had a first generation iPhone but I moved from my old Motorola Razr. It was quite a leap. I absolutely love my new phone. I find it easier to operate. I will admit that I ignored more than my fair share of missed calls and voicemail messages. I'm surprised that my message didn't say something like "How does this damned thing work?"...then again it might have said that for all I know. I never checked. I have hopes that now I'll keep on top of messages and even maintain and use a decent contacts list.
I also like the ability to check websites when I'm out and about. Sometimes I just need a bit of information or some entertainment.
I've seen the transportation guide/map feature in action during our trips to Chicago and San Francisco and it was excellent. I really liked the help in navigating public transportation in different cities.
And I won't lie...the games are interesting too. I mean, how could I say no to a Katamari game and a version of Cooking Mama? I couldn't. Now if I can resist the urge to play Peggle all of the time I'll be in business.
All of that and videos, pictures, and music too. It is a great thing and I'm happy to have it.
I wonder how long it will take before it looks as clunky and archaic as that old television. I'm looking forward to finding out. But for now I'll be enjoying the phone. I should probably check the Apps store. Who knows what has been put there since I checked yesterday?
