The most bittersweet thing about being an art lover is the realization that for every epic concert, stimulating exhibit or enthralling literary journey, there is an infinite amount of great work that one will never have the chance to consume, no matter how much time is devoted to its pursuit. To make matters worse, if you are at all inclined to put a pen to paper or tickle the ivories from time to time, with that time goes even more time that could be devoted to quality consumption. Simply put, how does one choose?
These days, your mother and I have become absolute television addicts. It should come as no surprise to you or anyone else for that matter that the concept of a movie theatre is a distant memory. Regardless, the quality of television programming has increased so rapidly in the last few years that movies seem more and more irrelevant. Diving into a multi-episode world with depth of character and twisting plot lines is simply too much to resist these days. After eating, sleeping and spending quality time with you, television seems to have become an overwhelming priority. This is compounded by the fact that all of this is consumed via a PVR of limited space that needs to be freed up on a regular basis.
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