After much back and forth with the cable company, we once again have a functional TV, replete with the ability to record TV as we see fit. Our temporary location for the past six months did not have this feature, which forced us to subsist on a TV diet of hulu and netflix and the occasional torrent file. Not anymore. TV is back. And I have to say that 24 hours in there are certainly many plusses...and many minuses, too.
One thing you notice when you do not have a cable TV connection, is just how much something like a cable TV connection shapes your perception of the world around you. I say this while having maintained a sizable internet habit and chronic fixation with NPR whenever mobile throughout our period of no TV. We are nothing if not media junkies around these parts. But there is something different about TV and how big a role it plays in cluing you in to the national psyche. Without it piping in to your brain, you have much more leeway in deciding how you should feel about issues. I think a lot of it has to do with the commercials. I had already given up on all TV news except The Daily Show, Colbert and Jim Lehrer way before our TV hiatus, so I'm willing to rule out the influence of the 24-hour news networks. That done, I don't imagine it could be too much else but the commercials. One example: Living like we were, I was only dimly aware of the impending release of Avatar. Had we been watching TV this fall, I can only imagine that the event that was the release of the film would have been quite firm in our minds for a period of weeks leading up to the film's release. Such is the dynamic of television advertising.
More than the commercials, the thing that continues to amaze me is just how shitty most of the stuff that is on my TV is. Today, I spent ~two hours watching TV that I was interested in before I sat down to watch it (The Daily Show + Colbert + Andrew Zimmern + The Newshour - all of the interspersed commercials). It was all good, worthwhile stuff. I was even able to put it on in the background while I did some of the more menial work-related tasks. That was nice.
In addition to the above, I spent another hour or so watching bits of three other programs. The first, called "Conveyor Belt of Love," involved men being brought onto a stage via the titular conveyor belt wherein women decided if they wanted to date them based on a minutes worth of interaction. Shockingly, this approach did not produce a large number of well-matched couples. I was able to watch a small segment of some terrible show on VH1 about Aspen, wherein I saw a man lick a woman's bosom at a party and then accompany her to the bathroom for what I can only feel was not a mutual session of metabolic waste elimination. Finally, we saw the beginning of a new reality TV show wherein a broke, 31-year old man who lives in his parent's basement and is notable only for the fact that he has not won three previous VH1 reality TV game shows that he has been on, will have 15 women with poor fashion sense and low self-esteem vie for his affections while they all live in his parent's house along with his parents.
So, this is my TV. I figure that even though we have the most user-empowered mode of engaging with the medium available to the home viewer in the form of a DVR and I still can only manage a .500 in watching what I would consider to be "worthwhile" TV, that television really is dying in a way. I wonder just how long it will be until we will be able to jettison this rather silly mode of receiving hundreds of channels of muddy water from which to sift for a few pearls in favor of something resembling the fabled "ala-carte" menu of shows that we actually want to watch? I know that the minute we get that chance around these parts, we'll jump at it. And maybe, just maybe, the death of TV will also kill off all of the flotsam of marginal celebrity that the recent reality TV craze has spawned. I can't imagine too many people would pay extra to watch a 31-year old man in his parent's basement.
PS- I just remembered that we also watched five minutes of a reality TV show about repo men that may well have been the most obviously fake, poorly acted thing that that I have ever seen, made all the more ironic by the fact that it was on a network called "TruTV."
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