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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2012-07-05, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, JULY 5, 2012. PAGE 5. How long have we had TV remotes to play with? Ten years, you figure? Twenty, maybe? You’re way off. TV browsers were around before most of the people reading this column were born. Before man walked on the moon. Before the Toronto Maple Leafs won their last Stanley Cup, even. We’re talking Mesozoic here. The TV remote has been around since 1955 when a Chicago inventor named Eugene Polley invented it. Polley’s prototype wasn’t exactly the sleek plastic pellet with eleven dozen buttons that we’re used to losing in the couch pillows nowadays. His invention looked like a ray gun from Sci Fi special effects. It had a pistol-grip handle and a trigger and it was called the Zenith Flash-Matic. It wasn’t pretty, but it did the job. Well…sort of. Polley’s ray gun worked a bit like a flashlight. The viewer pointed it at one of the four corners of the TV screen and pulled the trigger. The top left-hand corner of the screen contained a photo cell that would turn the TV on and off. You aimed at the top right hand corner if you wanted to go to the next channel; the bottom left-hand corner if you wanted to go back to a previous channel; and the bottom right hand corner if you wanted to mute out what Polley called “those noisy TV commercials”. Or perhaps I’ve mixed up the corners. A lot of viewers did, which was one big complaint about the Flash-Matic. Another was the fact that the TV photo cells frequently reacted with ordinary sunlight to change channels, go on and off, or mess with the volume, all on their own. It wasn’t perfect, but it was revolutionary. Eugene Polley modestly suggested his invention was “the most important invention since the wheel”. Well, hardly – but it was a major influence on television productions and the way we watch the box. Before Polley’s Flash-Matic, viewers who wanted to adjust the volume or change the channel were forced to put their feet on the floor, levitate to a vertical position, walk across the room and interact with the TV manually. Humans, being the lethargic creatures we are, often elected to put up with whatever drivel was emanating from the screen, rather than, you know, actually get off our lard butts and move. The result was some astonishingly mediocre television fare (anyone remember The Arthur Godfrey Show?) Eugene Polley’s Flash-Matic changed that. It allowed viewers to be discriminating and lazy. We swiftly developed into a species with the attention span of a fruit fly. Horatio flapping his gums on CSI Miami? Zap it in favour of the Nature Channel. Oops, a ‘pollution special’ – bo-ring! ZAP! Check ESPN. Uh-oh – Jeep commercial. ZAP. The Flash-Matic is no longer with us, but its heirs and successors are. Back in its day Flash-Matic had to contend with no more than 12 channels, maximum. Today’s browsers navigate a universe of hundreds of channels, not to mention computer games, the Internet and our personal music library. No need to get off the couch at all, really. We hardly need our legs anymore. Perhaps over the next millennia or two our DNA will morph and mutate so that those massive, now useless thigh and calf muscles get diverted to where they’d really be of use – in our thumbs. Eugene Polley won’t be there to see it. He died last month at the age of 96, still convinced that he’d made a seminal contribution to human civilization. “The flush toilet might be the most civilized invention ever devised,” he told a reporter, “but the remote control is the next most important.” Um, actually Eugene, there are those among us who wouldn’t have minded if that first remote control had been accidentally flushed down the toilet. Comments? arblack43@shaw.ca Arthur Black Other Views The father of the couch potato Anyone and everyone my age knows the iconic line (that I’ve begun above) that comes out of Dr. Emmett Brown mouth in the cliffhanger ending of Back To The Future. “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” The movie ends and Back To The Future II begins right where the first one left off. A futuristic-looking Brown brings Marty McFly into the future, far into the future... the year 2015. Once in the future... all the way in 2015... Brown, who has acclimatized to the future, tells McFly that he’ll have to ditch his 1985 clothes and look the part for 2015. He outfits him with an auto-fitting and auto-drying jacket. Unless someone is really hard at work on this in a lab somewhere, I don’t see this happening in the next three years. Then, of course, there’s the issue of the Hoverboards. Don’t even get me started on the Hoverboards. We were promised Hoverboards and there’s a whole generation that wants the head of whoever’s responsibility it was to develop those and didn’t come through. This, of course, is relevant because last week there was a bit of a hoax going around featuring a picture of the famous digital display board in the film’s DeLorean. However, on the “destination” portion of the screen, it read June 27, 2012. The hoax tricked a lot of people though, who believed that last Wednesday was the day Dr. Brown and McFly fictionally landed in the future. No doubt it left a lot of people wondering how far we really have come over the years. Sure, we have iPads, but what about auto- fitting clothing? We have nothing even close to Hoverboards and then, of course, there are the flying cars. The iconic line “where we’re going, we don’t need roads” introduced a whole generation of kids to the notion that flying cars were just a few decades off. Right now it seems the furthest advances we’ve made are hybrid and electric cars that save on gas. Back To The Future director Robert Zemeckis and writer Bob Gale knew we’d need to ditch the gas in the future, so the DeLorean from the future used garbage for fuel. We’re certainly not there yet – that would solve two of the world’s biggest problems in one shot. And this isn’t the first time that Back To The Future has disappointed my generation. There was, of course, Back To The Future III, which shan’t be discussed. I’ll only get upset. But that’s not the disappointment I’m talking about. Back to the Hoverboards. Everyone my age went to school with a kid who “had” a Hoverboard. Of course, you could only buy them in the U.S. This was all too believable when I was a kid. How many times were you watching cartoons only to see an ad for a new G.I. Joe set, or Transformers toy and on your trip to the local toy store, they didn’t know what you were talking about? I know I was disappointed hundreds of times. These kids had families that “had a house in Florida” and their Hoverboard was safely stored. There. In Florida. How disappointing... and convenient. Of course, we were smart enough to doubt them, but when the first rebuttal came back, saying that they were telling the truth, we were all hooked. Last week’s picture was indeed a hoax, it can’t help but get you thinking if we’re just three years away from Hoverboards and flying cars. Logic says no, but there’s still hope. Where we’re going... While surfing the internet on my lunch breaks I often find things that make me smile or make me laugh and I usually want to share them with people. Recently, however, I stumbled upon something incredibly scary. I stumbled upon the fact that, despite my arguments to the contrary and despite the time I spend trying to help people of all walks of life, I can be incredibly intolerant of others. No, this isn’t based in racism or homophobia or anything big like that. I believe that, regardless of your race, your religion or your life choices you should be allowed to live a life free of harassment provided you’re not harassing others. This discovery of mine came when I read this small blurb under a Canadian flag: “To all the Americans wanting to move to Canada because of Obamacare: We don’t want you either. Please stay where you are.” I laughed, and I don’t mean like kids do nowadays when they type “LOL” and barely smile. I laughed and I laughed hard. Ignoring the fact that Americans is a term that actually refers to everyone from North and South America (a mistake I know I make, but that, once in print, can’t be fixed), I found myself thinking this post was more fact than farce. Obamacare, for those who haven’t stumbled upon it yet, is a system of healthcare somewhat similar to Canada’s that U.S. President Barack Obama has been trying to implement in the United States to provide health care for everyone. It was recently decided in the supreme court that the system was not against any major laws and could be implemented. In response, many United States residents were unhappy and some said things like they were moving to someplace with a less communist government, like Canada. So, getting back to where I started this column; I found myself feeling the sentiment of “Stay where you are” was one I could get behind. My Canada (and yes, I’m taking a big liberty with the “My” part there) is a Canada where we are a bit closer to the left than we are to the right. It’s a place where healthcare is provided and where people can live a little better than they can in the United States. My Canada has a government called the Canadian Government, not the Harper Government. My Canada is a pretty well- defined place and I don’t think there’s room for people from the United States who are running away from their own government. At that moment, just for the briefest period of time, it crossed my mind that we should set up some kind of long fence and keep these people out of Canada. And at that point I realized I was reacting to the United States in the same way that some people from the United States react to Mexico and its citizens. While I have long believed that we are in the Pax Americana and that we are soon to witness the falling of the United States as a true centre of power for the world, I have never once felt that the people there were any less than the people in Canada. However, for one dark moment, I really felt that we needed to protect what was ours from those who simply want a free ride. I’m sure there is enough evidence out there for me to dig up to justify my momentary lapse in common sense and surge in national pride, but I don’t want to find it. Instead, I want to admit to myself that I have let myself been swayed by the media (and notice there that the act is my own, I’m not blaming the media, I’m saying it was my own fault) into believing that Canada is a better place to live and that Canadians are, inherently, better people than their neighbours to the south. I hope to make myself a better person than that in the future, but part of realizing that is realizing that I am capable of lumping people together like that. I do believe that we shouldn’t let people into Canada who are running from completely logical decisions made by their government, but obviously putting up a fence and turning away migration isn’t a valid option. The entire episode sent me back to public school and to high school where this kind of behaviour isn’t only allowed, but encouraged. Sure, no teacher ever says go out and be a bigot, but they do encourage you to have school spirit and national pride, two of the worst forms of accepted intolerance in the world. As a student you’re taught to cheer for the people you know, the people you go to school with. Rallies are held to enforce the fact that your group of geographically-assigned people are better than a different group of geographically assigned people simply because you can yell the loudest. Fast forward a few years and you find people touting the glories of Canada over those of other nations. I don’t like this and I guess that’s what I have to work on in myself first. No one area or school or country is better than another or more valid. Each person should be valued as a person and not as a citizen under the people who spend their tax dollars. And to those who want to come to Canada because of Obamacare, well your value is less than what’s wanted in my geographic region. Shawn Loughlin Shawn’s Sense Denny Scott Denny’s Den Obamacare is not a reason to move People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. – Eleanor Roosevelt Final Thought