But with everything switching to digital, I flipped on the tube a week and a half ago and was greeted by static. Bye-bye 74 "basic" channels. El and I aren't big TV watchers, but you really miss something once it is gone. We both are bummed to not even be able to see any of the Olympics. But I feel a strange sense of clarity (and frankly, superiority) with a lack of (any) channels. Maybe I'll read more. Ellie and I could have more deep, thoughtful conversations. Maybe this is just the beginning of an awakening of our creative minds, leading us toward a life of new and rich experiences, free of the mind-numbing broadcast tentacles that slowly suck the life from all of us in our comfortable living rooms.
Or maybe I can only live "TV free" until L O S T starts in February...
