I spent most of yesterday hanging out with my Flip video recorder. This nice little package is 3 inches by maybe 2, and it while it's not something I can control much--meaning, no close ups or panoramic vistas--it does a pretty darn good job taking the damn movie. With its trusty tripod, I propped it up on a stack of books and let it go, recording an hour plus worth of a book reading. The angle of the video is that of a supplicant, but that's the way I like it.
Over twelve years ago, my former spouse and I bought a camcorder, and at the time, it was seemingly small, fitting into our hands. But it was a mini camcorder and had little tapes, the kind you had to get a special adapter in order to play it in a VCR. I don't know where it is, though I have a dim memory of giving it to my oldest son. But who has a VCR anymore to even play the tapes in? Who has tapes? We've all moved on to DVDs and MP3 files. With the Flip recorder, I just stick it into my computer and magic happens. Yes, I have to edit (badly) and send and post everywhere, but who would have thought it?
Who would have thought up any of this stuff except the originators of Star Trek?
My first phone was a yellow dial phone that plugged into the wall. I think I got it for my thirteenth birthday, the jack and the phone a big deal. Of course, it wasn't my own private line, but hey, why be picky? With my new phone, I could talk in my room until one of my parents beat on the door, telling me to hang up and come to dinner.
My latest phone is a Blackberry, that alerts me every second of the day to calls, emails, texts, Facebook updates. I try not to answer any while eating, but I don't always follow my own laws.
And what about TV? While the basic technology is floating around up in the sky somehow, we are watching the old technology on amazing screens. In college, I was watching TV on an old 12" black and white Sony my parents bought as a stop gap when the old TV with the tubes burst into flame (no, it wasn't that dramatic, but it sounds good). Now, I sit in front of these gigantic flat screens (37, 42 inch screens?), and can fast forward through commercials, tivoing the entire time. Oh, frabjuous day!
My car opens when I touch it. It starts when I press a button. It tells me when it's time to change the oil. Mechanics can't talk to it any more--only computers.
This is Stark Trek. All we need now are transporters and food replicators, and I'm good to go. Meanwhile, I'm going to make another video, post it on Youtube, and prepare for my close up.
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