Sitting on the sculptured carpet, listening to my birthday album
Any time I'm out enjoying paid entertainment, during movies and performances in darkened theaters, I notice the tiny screens all around me, glowing blue. Even in the middle of action movies, there must not be enough stuff exploding fast enough. People who just paid to see this movie are looking at their smartphones to see if they can find supplemental input. This post is not, happily, another Baby Boomer jeremiad about the ruination of culture by millennials with their dadblasted digital devices. Each generation is baffled by the needs and tolerances of the next; I well remember, way back when, that the families of teenage girls were pressured to buy Princess phones for the young women's bedrooms. Newspapers and magazines were full of cartoons showing teenage girls lying on their stomachs on top of their chenille bedspreads. The girls had Civics textbooks open in front of them. From the top of the bedroom dresser, a portable television showed "Shindig" ...