Thanks to innovation and improvement, we can be entertained any time, day or night, by syndicated crap in multiple languages. As long as we have cable or satellite service we can get the Yankees vs. Red Sox with commentary in Española. Perfección! Home Depot doesn’t have to miss a single bilingual looking to upgrade their life with new appliances.
Channel surfing isn’t something I do. I prefer to record programs that are worth watching so I can skip the latest styles, whiter smiles, smoky eyes and airbrushed thighs. When I need a little mindless distraction, I might watch a movie I’ve seen a million times. One that perfectly illustrates that our time is too precious to waste and that just as we need to be individuals, we also need each other. One that makes me want to believe in love that transcends tradition and ritual, yet reminds me to recognize their importance.
I also like to listen to music of a bygone era, like the jazzy Glenn Miller Orchestra. I have no first hand knowledge of the depression or what it was like to stand in line for rationed staples such as coffee and sugar. So, I can fully enjoy the sounds of that simpler time in ignorant bliss. Back then, simple pleasures weren’t taken for granted. Sure, there was a war going on and big changes were in store, but that wave wouldn’t crest until the turn of the century. Life was good. Men were men and the little woman had dinner on the table at six. Oh, the good old days.
String of Pearls