The
readings this week made me hyper aware of how much my life is structured around
TV. Anna McCarthy's "Television While You Wait" presents a strong set
of examples and analysis of the use of television screens while we wait, while
we're presumably "dead" or bored, completely mindless. And
more than just the doctor's office or Planet Hollywood
these days—screens are built into cars, safety guide videos when you take a
flight have become so much more entertaining, and people can’t help but to take
out their phones when waiting in line at Disneyland. Does our ability to have
the TV into our personal space in a
public space change its role? Position? It’s an ability to personalize our
boredom and occupy our time with what we wish to educate or more likely
entertain ourselves with but I wonder if that somehow divides the individual, too
much, from their immediate present in a harmful way. The temporary space that
television is meant to occupy isn’t as temporary when you can take it with you.
For me, it makes the waiting feel constant. This brings me to Margaret Morse’s “An
Ontology of Everyday Distraction” which I also thought was a an interesting
read. In the subsection Derealized Space
she notes “Nonspace is not mysterious or strange to us, but rather the very
haunt for creatures of habit”, then “(Nonspace)…is
an uncanny oscillation between life and death” (196). These spaces, the car,
the freeway, the living, the mall, the computer, are places in which we remain
within our head space and we are meant to flow
from one to the next. The metaphor of life and death feels so brutal but I
think it works. I wonder if there’s a way to inscribe a flow of nonspace which
would make the oscillation between life and death less abrupt, perhaps even
change to life and a deep sleep or a dream state. I guess having mobile devices
is a step toward that, where people can use the screen to prepare for their
next “life” moment. Finally, I found Beatriz Colomina’s “Domesticity at War” to
be very enlightening. More than the television’s star role in the center of the
living room, the entire household becomes a place of privatization, cut off
from the world but connected to the world via the screen. It reminded me of my
experience during 9/11, how I would have never known about it had my mom not
called the house and told me to turn on the TV. Plus I was in Hawaii and 6
hours behind. I remember feeling how unreal it all seemed to be. And still it
was my only way of knowing what was going on.
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