TV's are For Lovers
I found a television in the alley the other day and stood in front of it for 10 minutes before I decided it was in my best interest to take it, seeing as I don't have a television. I didn't expect it to work--it was old, dirty, and small. It was encased in a white plastic little box with a handle and two antennae. The switchbox on the back, giving you the option of "TV" or "game," was still intact. It was surrounded by other televisions (boxed Zeniths) and electronic equipment (audio switchers and tape reels) and chairs and headboards, but I decided on this TV.
I wanted it only for the aesthetics--it was retro and would fit nicely with my Catholic school library naugahyde chairs and my 1940's suitcases-turned-ottomans and the doorknobs decorating my walls.
I plugged it in and it worked. In black and white. With four stations.
So far I have viewed Sex in the City, King of Queens, Everybody Loves Raymond, Friends and Judge Judy. I love it.
But today, while learning how to cook with foil, the sound went out.
The shortest affair I'd ever had is over.
I wanted it only for the aesthetics--it was retro and would fit nicely with my Catholic school library naugahyde chairs and my 1940's suitcases-turned-ottomans and the doorknobs decorating my walls.
I plugged it in and it worked. In black and white. With four stations.
So far I have viewed Sex in the City, King of Queens, Everybody Loves Raymond, Friends and Judge Judy. I love it.
But today, while learning how to cook with foil, the sound went out.
The shortest affair I'd ever had is over.
