I haven’t watched television with any regularity for several months now, the longest period in my life without the tube playing a major aspect of my routine since, well, forever.
Here’s what happened. Back in July, in the midst of Texas’ hottest, driest summers in modern history, Houston had a rare thunderstorm one Friday evening. On that particular night, I had planned to settle in to watch some DVD episodes of The Wire, the excellent HBO series about life in inner-city Baltimore. I’d managed to miss it during its entire run because I’ve never had cable at my home. My friend Angie had lent me the entire five-season boxed set.
But when I arrived at my apartment, my landlord told me that lightning had struck the house, frying virtually every single piece of electronic equipment inside — including my DVD player and the digital antenna for my television. (The flatscreen TV, just over two years old, was spared.)
Both the DVD player and the antenna (with which I receive only local stations) are both relatively inexpensive. But the economy’s still sagging, and I decided not to spend the money to replace them just yet. And, as a side benefit, I could do a little experiment on what it’s like to live without TV as a near-daily experience.
And the truth is, aside from a couple of bumps, I’ve hardly missed it. For its entire 2004-2010 run, I was addicted to the show LOST, whose nefarious creators found a way to propel viewers from one episode to the next, one season to the next, like expert drug pushers. Long before the show ended, I swore I’d never let that happen again.
Thanks to a little meteorological intervention, I haven’t seen one of the networks’ latest offerings this season. I’ve missed a few old favorites such as The Office and 30 Rock, as well as some perennial PBS programs and my Sunday political talk show fix.
I’ve cheated a little. My friend Angie and her husband lent me an old DVD player to finish watching The Wire, and, nostalgic for a bygone era of newspapers that I barely knew, I’ve watched a couple of episodes of the old Lou Grant show on Hulu.
But, overall, I’ve enjoyed the quiet immensely. I go out to walk in my neighborhood more. On Sunday nights, I’ve been listening to “Little Steven’s Underground Garage,” the great classic rock program from Steve Van Zandt of E Street Band and The Sopranos fame, which a friend turned me on to.
And I can tell you that one thing I absolutely have not missed is the ads. And that rings particularly true during the annual commercial-palooza known as the holiday season.
But then again, if you’re looking for a gift for me, a digital television antenna might be …. nah, just kidding.
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