I turned 50 this year.
You only turn 50 once. You also
only turn 40 once. You also only turn 30
once.
Now that the issue of “Net Neutrality” has come up again
recently, I want to write about the time I turned 30.
How does my 30th birthday, 20 years ago before
the Internet truly existed, have to do with “Net Neutrality?” I will explain.
Twenty years ago my friends Alan and Audrey offered to throw
me a 30th Birthday Party. I’m
all for anything that showers attention and, potentially, gifts on me so I
jumped at the chance. With any party
they wanted to know what I would like in terms of festivities. The only thing I really wanted was a pinata filled
with little bottles of alcohol (preferably in plastic bottles) for everyone to
enjoy. I can’t recall any other requests
I made...except when I got there.
Mix these....
...with this. Fun ensues.
You see – Audrey and Alan live in a nice house in a good
middle class suburban neighborhood. They
had, or possibly still have, a hot tub, a nice back yard, a good deck and large
storage garage. At the time, in 1994,
they also had a satellite dish. We’re
not talking about a dish about the size of a large pizza but a DISH about six
feet around. These dishes were on mounts
upon which you could alter the direction of the dish to pick up the various
satellites floating around the sky. If you had one of these dishes you,
literally, had access to thousands of channels of programming. There was also an enormous guide that would
be published telling you where to point the dish to get whatever channel you
sought (I searched for an image of one of these guides...could not find one).
When I arrived for my festivities, I asked if they were
watching the “Miss America Pageant.” I
don’t know why this was of any interest to me.
Who cares who won (Miss South Carolina – Kimberly Clarice Aiken). But what made this fun was simply the fact
that Alan and Audrey could get the live feed from some other part of the country. I was completely fascinated by this. That you could ACTUALLY watch something live
and not “tape delayed.”
Miss America 1994. Pretty.
Soon after I found myself wandering down to the local bar to
watch the Mariner’s play from home (when the games never used to be broadcast)
because the bar would pick up the feed back to the other team’s town (probably without the expressed written consent of Major League Baseball).
I wanted, nay, begged to have a great huge satellite dish to
enjoy shows like “Saturday Night Live” actually, you know, LIVE. Cable was quickly becoming a tad stale and I
wanted the freedom of just looking for channels around the globe. Pick up that feed, watch things live, enjoy
the power of the dish.
Until....
It became regulated.
Next thing you know the “Dish Network” people showed up and the freedom
of the satellite became just a different kind of cable network....with a dish
instead of cable.
Little Dishes
When I would investigate the possibility of still having
access to live TV I would ask the nice salesperson: “Does this dish thingy get live feeds from
around the county and the world?” “Uh...yeah...I’m
pretty sure it does.” (note: it didn’t).
This is what I fear will happen if we lose Net
Neutrality. That it will just become
another service to be regulated and paid for and we won’t get what we want...at
all (unless you’re willing to pay for it).
They want your money and they're willing to regulate the internet to get it.
So does Verizon.
And this.
I truly feel that if the large corporations get their way
you’ll be paying for bronze, silver, gold levels of internet service – forced to
go to only a certain number of web pages, forced to view their advertising for
their paid-for sponsors and whatever freedom and enjoyment we had will be
kicked to the proverbial dustbin of higher profits and lower service.
They're replicating.
Hopefully this won’t happen and the “information super
highway” will still be able to be driven by everyone, not the select few.
Uh....
This explains it better than I could - and there are pictures:
http://theoatmeal.com/blog/net_neutrality
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