Reporting in on last night. I didn’t watch the Sox lose, but did read the headline in today’s Globe. That’s how I know. So what did I do instead? I read and then watched “Survivor”, the only TV show other than sports and the news that I watch. Will I choose to watch the Bruins tonight? I think not, now that I know I can catch the score in the paper.
To-watch-or-not-to-watch, that is the question. But the bigger question is about TV noise in general. My husband watches CNBS during the day, so I can hear the hum of conversation as I walk through the room. He keeps the volume down and anyway, it’s his house, too. When he’s watching a show in the evening (again with the volume down) I notice that the sound escalates with the ads, especially the network ones, as they try to entice us to watch a violent police drama. No way around it, TV sound intrudes on my silence, even when I’ve chosen to watch something. At least in that case I have some control.
But what about what I see on the TV screen? Visual noise, I call it, which goes right along with the auditory. The combo really disrupts my peace. Seeing and hearing about all the medications I’m told I need for all the diseases and medical issues that I have (or am ready to get) is extremely disruptive to my longing for silence, solitude and simplicity. Intellectually I may understand what they are trying to do, but I’m very weary of how all those pictures and sounds are feeding my unconscious. Off with the TV.
To-watch-or-not-to-watch, that is the question. But the bigger question is about TV noise in general. My husband watches CNBS during the day, so I can hear the hum of conversation as I walk through the room. He keeps the volume down and anyway, it’s his house, too. When he’s watching a show in the evening (again with the volume down) I notice that the sound escalates with the ads, especially the network ones, as they try to entice us to watch a violent police drama. No way around it, TV sound intrudes on my silence, even when I’ve chosen to watch something. At least in that case I have some control.
But what about what I see on the TV screen? Visual noise, I call it, which goes right along with the auditory. The combo really disrupts my peace. Seeing and hearing about all the medications I’m told I need for all the diseases and medical issues that I have (or am ready to get) is extremely disruptive to my longing for silence, solitude and simplicity. Intellectually I may understand what they are trying to do, but I’m very weary of how all those pictures and sounds are feeding my unconscious. Off with the TV.