Wednesday, February 11, 2009
There's no actual off switch, because who *wouldn't* want a tiny TV screen at their seat?
Me. I do not want a TV screen at my seat. Not one that requires I swipe my credit card before I receive any programming of merit. Not one that cycles through the same endless series of promos on the unpaid plan. Not one that competes with the Cory Doctorow's Content for my attention, a book that ironically is all about the lure and power of the screen. (I found if I held the book just right I could block the flickering lights.)
These little screens must be working the way advertisers want them to because they're propagating in all the semi-anonymous public spaces where I used to think my own thoughts. In the backs of NYC cabs. In elevators. At the checkout of my local grocery store.
Their default position is always on and loud and cheerleader cheery.
I do not want them in my cab.
I do not want them near my Tab .
I will not watch them in a box.
I will not watch them playing Fox.
 Okay: that's a lie. I don't drink Tab so I don't buy it. But I needed a grocery item that rhymes with "cab". Any ideas? Happy to swap in a substitution.
Posting by cameraphone enroute to SFO.
Posted by suttonhoo at 5:14 PM