ode to the beeb!

my first cable t.v experience when it beamed to our place, i think in june 1992, was of a BBC weather report. by Bill Giles, the official patriach of all weather reports. the juissance with which he extlolled the weather for the day, convinced me that these BBC guys must be something, considering, they treated something as mundane as the weather so passionately.
i always think of myself as a child of the networks and the beeb, as the father. when i think of it, the source of all my knowledge, originates from it.forget that, my decision to shift my major from compsc to mechanical engineering came after seeing jeremy clarkson spinning hedonistically in a porsche 911.
the plethora of documentaries on roman history, the crusades, rock music,simon schama's critically acclaimed the history of britain, dreamspaces, and ofcourse jeremy's top gear, are masterpieces of television, and now theres this amazing prog. called imagination that comes every saturday and they're chronicling the history of pop music....
well, the point of all this gushing is that last week, when our UC programme aired on the one channel i'd always ached to be part of,it symbolized a special turning of the wheel. things had come full circle and the child had grown.