Oct 16, 2006 19:45
What did college students do before cell phones and iPods? Everywhere you look--we are constantly plugged into forms of media. We can get free wi-fi everywhere from McDonald's to Waffle House to the Canadian wilderness to the middle of the Arctic Ocean. We can poke our facebook friends and get the latest blog posts sent straight to our Sidekick/Blackberry/Palm Pilot in between downloading ringtones and games. We have enough storage space on our iPods to watch fall turn into winter turn into spring without hearing the same song twice. We don't worry about missing a single episode of our seventeen favorite reality TV shows because we know that TiVo will record it for us or we can at least download the Podcast, or... God forbid, buy it on DVD when it's release a couple of months later. Are we changing with the times?
Or are the times changing us? Sure, people have been listening to their Walkman or Discman for over 25 years, but you can only listen to that one Hanson album for so long. It seems the telephone transformation is even more shocking. Less than a decade ago, you couldn't call or text or 2-way *chirp* someone's cell phone to find out exactly where they are and what they are doing every five minutes. You would actually call a land line to their home and if they weren't there or didn't care to answer, you could only hope they had a fancy answering machine. I remember my parents would unplug the phone cord during the nightly news and dinner. So if college kids weren't playing online poker, texting that pretty girl from Chemistry who sits two rows over with the hot pink RAZR, jamming to part ninety-nine of the R. Kelly "Closet" series, or shredding notes in Guitar Hero, what the heck were they doing?
My guess is reading... actual books. With words. Maybe they wrote letters. Perhaps, they actually *gasp* had face-to-face conversations with live human beings! Did they do Rubik's cubes? Probably not, but they may have actually owned one. Oh yeah, and I think there used to be something called a hackey sack. Correct me if I'm wrong. Text me, Facebook me, blog me, email me, podcast me... whatever. *chirp*