A note on the Amazon ads: I've chosen to display current events titles in the Amazon box. Unfortunately, Amazon appears to promote a disproportionate number of angry-left books. I have no power over it at this time. Rest assured, I'm still a conservative.
Thursday, January 06, 2005 All I want for Christmas: From the Consumer Electronics Show in Vegas, I present: Nirvana.
This is a 102-inch TV set. This is really cool. No word on the possible retail price of this super-boob tube, but I'm pretty confident that it's beyond my means.
Unless those guys in the picture are about 9 feet tall, I don't see how that screen can be 102 inches.
In the mid-1940s, Moss Hart was president of the New York Dramatists Guild. One afternoon he called together the guild's foremost members to discuss demands and standards for writers in the new medium of TV.
Many viewed the meeting as a joke. One veteran Broadway playwright described what he had seen already on TV as "amateurs playing at home movies."
Hart insisted the members address the problem at hand. "The time will come when stations will be telecasting twelve, perhaps fourteen hours a day," he told them.
A colleague interrupted, "I won't write for television, and I don't know anyone else who will."
Hart pushed on. "The day is coming when a two-hour play will be seen once by millions of people. The network will be looking for writers to supply them with thirty-six full plays--or seventy-two hour long plays--each week."
The silence was deafening. Finally, the oldest writer in the guild slowly raised his hand.
"Where was it ever decreed that man had to have so much entertainment?"
-- Michael Ritchie, _Please Stand By: A prehistory of television_, 1994