Maybe you don't know it, but my life is goverened by routine. Every morning, I wake up just before 6 a.m., in time for the chime of the CBC news. After that, I putter around for at least an hour, listening to Andy Barrie (or whatever lousy replacement they have for him) before contemplating actually leaving the house. Every day, I look forward to The Voice. And when I want to check up on a news story during the day, I go to cbc.ca (ever since the Globa and Mail went with subscriber only content)
I love the CBC. I love it in a way that goes beyond "hey, that's cool" and has become part of who I am where I live how I feel about the world. I'm glad we no longer seem to obsess nearly as much about "Canadian Identity" as we used to, and yet, if I had to say, what is it that defines Canada for me, it would be, CBC Radio. The familiar voices are part of my world. I was sad when Peter Gzowski retired, I cried a little bit when he died.
This strike, it's got me disoriented. I miss the voices. I miss hearing something that intrigues me every single day. I miss the feeling of having a public broadcaster that unites us.
The only silver lining? Andy Barrie was on vacation, and I really can't stand Karen Horseman. At least I'm not gritting my teeth, waiting for his vacation to be over every morning for the time being. I'm waiting for the strike to be over instead. Of course, I looked for an update on the CBC website and found nothing except a not particularly impartial offsite link. I am used to more balanced reporting.
Sigh. At least I can hear all the 50 Tracks episodes I missed in the past on my drive home from work.
Posted by Johanna at August 16, 2005 03:07 PM