Moving Parts
My DVD player is dead. Well, “dead”; let’s just say it appears to have come down with an acute debilitation that has made it as good as dead to me. I can hear it whirring, skidding, trying hard to spin into life but coming up short every time now. I’m not sure what to do. I tried everything that comes to mind when dealing with glitchy high-tech home entertainment machines; I’ve tried cursing, smacking it, blowing into it with varying intensities… Nothing has worked.
This wouldn’t bother me much beyond the usual inconvenience of having to go out and purchase a new soontobeobsolete devise if it weren’t such a fitting metaphor for the future of home entertainment as a whole and its inevitable evolution toward solid state, digital downloads, and the like.
Moving parts. We hardly knew ye. If I had any business savvy at all I’d be taking a good long look at what’s making it to people’s curbs these days.
