Tuesday, January 23, 2007
This is London. Radio Zamaneh!
Our new London “studio” is set up. We went on air straight away on the next day counting in 22-second-delay that means I had to start speaking 22 seconds before the program starts. And it worked as it worked yesterday and today. It makes you think: technology has lessened our hassle so vividly that you don’t know to laugh or to cry. The feeling that you have missed the bit where the impossible became possible depresses you. How come a radio station is run just by a laptop and a bunch of wires? This bunch of wires seemed just a useless bunch of wires yesterday. But now it does a miracle and connects you from your comfortable chair in your flat to the world. Just push a button and say: “Dorud! This is London! Radio Zamaneh!” what I’m doing these days. It’s been made possible by one of the whales of the radio station (I’ve told you about him earlier: Setareh). So, now I got a new routine in London: getting up earlier in the morning, tuning to different channels, gathering different information, writing them down in Persian, looking for a guest to attend our live program in our brand new studio… and of course, looking for a long term accommodation in the hope to stay here and work from London.
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4 comments:
You are back to London. That is a good news.
sounds really fascinating... hmmmnn...i am very happy about your supper-pupper connection to the world dearest! but remember the outdated telephone lines? you can still connect to your friends through them!!!!!!!!!!
Dariush, you are right. Djavadi posed his rules again: the reporters of Tajiks service that have been presenting themselves as freelancers in media of Tajikistan started to hide their real names again as it was in the past during that dictator-Panturkist's time. During M. Turfeh they could co-operate with another media in Tajikistan, they did not need to hide their real names.
That's f.cked up system indeed, guys!
Good luck with new project!
But this guy - why he is so angry and cursing panturkists? Where are they?
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