LOL, you're not the first one to complain about Marshall MacLuhan's vast wasteland getting an injection of high tech steroids.
The techies only create the machinery, they're not known for being able to create CONTENT.
That is up to the artists and the journos.
As you know, it's not about the number of channels. I wasn't referring to a larger transmission spectrum, I was referring to the quality of the transmission infrastructure and the nodes that inhabit it.
We've gone from a tiny, unstable AM analog radio signal transmitting a crude facsimile of narrowband analog video information to bit for bit digital clones of 4K resolution digital cinema and eight channel wideband audio. The tiny cyan colored square at the lower left is what old NTSC analog television gave us. The gigantic pink rectangle (4K DCI) that dominates is what we're capable of receiving today.
And that's just television.
Your smartphone contains more computing power than ALL of NASA's entire computer infrastructure in June 1969, when we first set foot on The Moon.
I will agree that, not only have we but
more chrome on the Yugo, but that it's
much better chrome too.
PS - It doesn't matter what wonderful stuff the writers and/or artists and/or journalists come up with, IF the people who own the means of distribution don't think that there is any money to be made out of it THEN it tends to sit in the box.
Can you think of a single network TV cartoon program that is as fast paced and "literate" as "Rocky and Bullwinkle"?
How many of the High School graduates that you know can read
* * * They looked round on every side, and hope gave way before the scene of desolation. Immense branches were shivered from the largest trees; small ones were entirely stripped of their leaves; the long grass was bowed to the earth; the waters were whirled in eddies out of the little rivulets; birds, leaving their nests to seek shelter in the crevices of the rocks, unable to stem the driving air, flapped their wings and fell upon the earth; the frightened animals of the plain, almost suffocated by the impetuosity of the wind, sought safety and found destruction; some of the largest trees were torn up by the roots; the sluices of the mountains were filled, and innumerable torrents rushed down the before empty gullies. The heavens now open, and the lightning and thunder contend with the horrors of the wind.
In a moment, all was again hushed. Dead silence succeeded the bellow of the thunder, the roar of the wind, the rush of the waters, the moaning of the beasts, the screaming of the birds. Nothing was heard save the plash of the agitated lake, as it beat up against the black rocks which girt it in. Again, greater darkness enveloped the trembling earth. Anon, the heavens were rent with lightning, which nothing could have quenched but the descending deluge. Cataracts poured down from the lowering firmament. For an instant, the horses dashed madly forward; beast and rider blinded and stifled by the gushing rain, and gasping for breath. Shelter was nowhere. The quivering beasts reared, and snorted, and sank upon their knees, dismounting their riders.
He had scarcely spoken, when there burst forth a terrific noise, they knew not what; a rush, they could not understand; a vibration which shook them on their horses. Every terror sank before the roar of the cataract. It seemed that the mighty mountain, unable to support its weight of waters, shook to the foundation. A lake had burst upon its summit, and the cataract became a falling ocean. The source of the great deep appeared to be discharging itself over the range of mountains; the great gray peak tottered on its foundation!--It shook!--it fell! and buried in its ruins the castle, the village, and the bridge!
(from McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader [COPYRIGHT, 1907 AND 1921]) with facility? And, of those who can read it, how many could paraphrase it accurately?
