If master Roycrofter Elbert Hubbard were alive today, he'd most likely give me a good lashing. Or, at least graciously lecture me on the sins, which I've recently committed. Even though he loved to watch movies, Frank Lloyd Wright would undoubtedly shake his head in disappointment that I haven’t artfully found a way to conceal my 50" plasma behemoth.
I'm supposed to be decorating my home with beautiful, useful objects. Well, to some folks, this is beautiful and useful. It’s really just a matter of perspective.
My confession is simple. The HDTV is the center of focus in my great room where I use my DVR or DVD player while writing blog entries like this on my laptop via a wireless network. Is there any grace that can be bestowed (if it helps, I sleep on a handmade quartersawn oak bed)?
In all fairness, I'm an individual caught between the ideals of the past and the absolutely ridiculous luxuries of a post-postmodern world.