Okay, I am taking a real plunge into uncharted waters here. I am writing about something I know very little about, something I have been accused of doing in the past, but this time I agree with whoever chooses to call me a know-nothing. I have no statistics to back up my statements, no technological know-how, nothing but my deep suspicion of what is afoot, and a personal knowledge of how we lived in the not so distant past. It's about the coming shift from analog TV to digital which we are told will take place just about this time next February. This has been sold to the public as an inevitable event, a boon to one and all by the government that was good enough to give us the Iraq War. It seems to be another act by a people-hostile White House sanctioned by a greedy, foolhardy Congress led by their noses which are actually their pocketbooks by commercial interests to the great detriment of the average citizen. Now that's a run on sentence that Ms. O'Conner, my fourth grade teacher would have torn apart. I've said it long. Now I'll say it short. I think this digital HDTV thing is a swindle and a disgrace. After next February, those who don't own a converter box or subscribe to cable will find that their TV world has disappeared into the ether and they will be watching a blank screen. Many older citizens who have not kept up with the news may actually believe that they have died and are now in limbo, frightened and staring into the blankness as they wait for St. Peter to determine their fate.
When I was a kid we had a great big Emerson radio dominating our sitting room. We all huddled around it, and watched its amazing green eye go emerald bright as it warmed up, and soon we heard Bing Crosby or Dick Powell, or the Amateur Hour providing the evenings entertainment. This was the '30s and '40s. Someone with an inexpensive home made crystal radio set built in the '20s could get the same program -- albeit with more static -- but it was theirs if they wanted to hear it. The same technology, at least the AM part would allow us to listen to a program on that same radio today, assuming that you could get the vacuum tubes needed to keep it on AM life support.
Later, in the '40s, my father, a prosperous business man who loved a gadget -- a gene that missed me completely but was transmitted to my sons -- bought the first TV set into our world. Maybe the whole world. It was a small black-and-white screen set in a large cabinet, a gentrified wooden box of rich dark wood in the Chippendale-style, made, I believe, by RCA. On its top my mother placed a vase of flowers hoping to disguise the ugly rabbit ears antennae that were in constant need of adjustment. Neighbors from all around knocked on our door humbly begging admission to our living room to stare at a black and white test pattern; this picture was only relived occasionally by a pair of night club songbirds, or the rare sporting event that was then televised. Then came color TV. And of course it was designed to transmit its programs on black and white sets as well. Nobody was coerced into buying a color set unless they wanted to, which eventually most did, but it was still a matter of choice, not government fiat.
Not so with HDTV. This Luddite you are reading now owns two old but perfectly good TV sets. Both of them are analog deals. I am advised that the cable TV which extorts a fortune from me monthly so that I can actually see some TV news program in a city of high buildings -- now where was I? Oh yes, they tell me it will be okay for me because of the cable company's technology but I will probably be obliged to buy some converter boxes to stick on top of that fat but aged TV that now holds a VCR, a DVD, and the cable box. The government will send me some discount coupon to buy those boxes if I run around the block four times shouting bless you Big Brother. Enough!
And what is this technological advance? It's not a cat-scan or some breakthrough like robotic surgery that can extend and enhance human life. No. It only extends broadcaster's profits by allowing for more channels that offer more of the same old same old. They assure us that thanks to HDTV we will now be able to see every pore and blemish on Katie Couric's cheek come next February, and if that doesn't give you pause, what will? For years Hollywood made sure to put gauze over the screen so that aging actresses, say a Joan Crawford, a Marlene Dietrich or a Claudette Colbert could look winsome well past their 40s into their 50s, allowing them to leap over their silent screen days and remain stars in the heyday of the talking motion picture. This new digital technology seems ageist, and more than a little bit dermatologicaly cruel. Let's get beyond that because ultimately who really gives a damn about the troubles of TV actors or news-readers? Think of the financial and ecological repercussions of all this. At the end of the day I must throw out my old, overweight but loyal TVs into the street. God alone knows where they will be dumped. Is there a landfill dump large enough to hold all of them? Will they be shipped to some unwitting third world country in exchange for the promise of vaccines? And so I must go out and buy these skinny deals, the anorexic sets that have taken the world by storm, the Paris Hiltons of technology. No, I don't want to hang a TV on the wall or over my fireplace. I still hang pictures on my walls and make fires in my fireplace. Why must the environment be further compromised by having all these old sets cluttering up the universe after next February? It's just more Sony baloney. I much prefer my robust old analog set whose excellent picture shows me all I need to see, but I know their days are numbered, as, alas, are mine, and ultimately I will have to fork over hard-earned money I don't want to spend in order to own something I don't want to own.
Sure, I can give up TV altogether but that would take a better man than I am. Like everyone else I have to turn off my agitated brain from time to time and being averse to drugs nothing does that as well as some program I am ashamed to watch. And, as the son of the man who owned the first TV in the world, I have a family tradition to uphold by watching that boring test pattern which passes for MSNBC or CNN. Although I must say that my cable service, which offers me more than a thousand channels never has anything worth watching other than CSpan and the Animal Planet, and a few gentle British-made cartoons to calm a visiting grandchild, I know there are sports lovers out there who celebrate the big screen as do movie lovers who want cinemascope in their homes. Sorry, I don't need any of that and it has now been imposed upon my life. Somehow, I don't think I am alone in this complaint. Although I suspect that there are not enough of us out there to form a cabal against the coming HDTV world, perhaps we should think of starting a support group, modeled on a 12-step program, led by Oprah, that can see us through next February's disastrous changeover as we are obliged to quit analog TV cold turkey.
Posted February 12, 2008 | 02:44 PM (EST)