And it’s 2880 x 1800. Enjoy.
When I was but a wee lad, my mother would always punish me by taking away my television. Turns out, I have been punishing myself by turning it on.
The television is a fixture in my unconventional household. I learned English by watching TV (thanks, Sesame Street and Batman: The Animated Series). When a hurricane would take out the power for weeks at a time, my family and I would long for the warm glow of the television to keep the uneasy peace in my muggy home.
Years of hearing the dull roar of spanish news or The Food Network in the background of my day-to-day has left me with quite the habit on my hands. I need the TV on all the time. I need the chatter of 24-hour news to bring me comfort as a brave the day working from home. Just before I hit the sack, a few Bar Rescue reruns will anesthetize my frantic mind enough to go to sleep. I’ll usually dream of starting a failing bar just to hang out with John Taffer.
My hatred of the 24-hour news networks have driven me to pure madness. My quest to make better use of my time has led me to think about how much time television has robbed from me.
At first, I wanted to approach this as a post that outlined exactly how much I got done without TV in my life. But the more I typed and the more I put out the more I realized how stupid that was.
My week without television has been a transformational experience. It’s my 3-point shot at the buzzer of 2013. I’ve conquered tasks, reconnected with people, exercised consistently, listened to new albums, watched great films, started reading a few books and much more. I’ve even written this blog post (and one more).
TV, like Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter, is good in moderation.