Archive for August, 2008


Guilty pleasures

Today I did something bad. I am a reprehensible human being. I have destroyed a little piece of the planet. I bought a *newspaper*.

Remember those? The big, dirty things covered in ink that used to weigh you down when you came back from the store? Well, they’re still around.

I was up early and it’s a weekend, so I thought I’d pass the time by picking through a newspaper in bed. And you know what? It was great. Hundreds of pages, thousands of words, for half a pocketful of change. I’m used to consuming my news through tabbed browser windows, but this was so *huge*. I spread out all the sections over my sheets, pictures the size of a 17” screen, and all instantly accessible. Even ignoring the more tedious subsections, it kept me busy for hours until I realized it was lunchtime and I was hungry.

Forget the stock market – buy paper. I can see this stuff catching on.


Switching off

The batteries in my TV remote ran out today. This is not a disaster. It’s good for me to get a little extra exercise, standing up to turn the TV on and off… which I now realize is all I ever used my remote for.

Now that came as kind of a shock to me. I can’t remember the last time I *watched TV* – actually sat down and watched a scheduled TV show. I watch movies, I play games, I buy boxed-sets of series, but do I make time for that must-see show on a Monday night? No. Maybe I’ll record it. Maybe I’ll download it from the broadcaster later.

When I was a kid, I remember lying in front of the TV for hours on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons and fast-food ads and whatever else the networks chose to feed me. Now, not so much. My TV does what I tell it to. It’s like I’ve grown up.


Real life

Karel dragged me away from the console yesterday morning for breakfast and champagne, to remind me that I’m a year less young than I was. This turned out to be stage one in a three-part plan that covered lunch and dinner too, and I had a fantastic time – so thank you to everyone who came along in the evening and who helped to make it so special.

Maybe it’s a sign of age, but – no, scratch that – maybe it’s a sign of the troubled economic climate, but I noticed a lot of friends heading home early last night. Hedonism isn’t what it used to be. And you know the worst thing? I was exhausted by the time we finished anyway.

August 2008
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