Day 2 of my month-long commitment to non-traditional TV, and I decide that it’s much easier not to have to be creative about alternative activities night after night. At the same time, I’m determined not to give up the experiment so soon in the game.
So, I dig out and dust off my old radio (hasn’t been turned on for years, and it still works. Go Sony!), and listen to a BBC World Service documentary on gold mining in Johannesburg. It’s kind of tired, but i mourn the disappearance of my home town’s gold dumps all the same and fall asleep (shame on me) during the following docu on the apparently still booming illegal ivory trade.
Although I wake up for long enough to hear a piece on women in Afghanistan forced into food-for-sex by their husbands (and I think I have problems with a broken DVR), it’s the earliest night I’ve had in, like, forever since TV was invented and I became a willing addict.
Am not ready to call StarHub (still no word on why my DVR cut the end off shows) and beg for a new box.
