Dear IFC Friends,


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> But what season? Hard to see the light of Christmas this year,


> through the thick fog of emotions and events. And for every fresh wave


> of corpses, a fresh wave of questions. If only it were so easy as the


> struggle of Good (us) vrs. Evil (them)! As ever, truth is elusive, and


> when it emerges, I suspect it will be trouble.


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> Old Mother Radio is, as always, in the thick of the fray, whether


> through the hysterical rants of the shock jocks or in the Tora Bora


> electromagnetism of tribal walkie talkies and "smart" weapons.


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> Coincidently, last week saw the 100th anniversary of Marconi's


> transatlantic letter "s", the dot-dot-dot that was simultaneously figure


> of distress (S-O-S) and the first expression of electronic utopia, the


> elusive global village. For poor Mother Radio, the tension between


> community and catastrophe has never been more pronounced, nor more


> lethal.


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> I do not exempt myself from the strange impenetrability of the present,


> and the past months have been confusing for me, to say the least. As


> some of you may remember from Basel, I am painfully aware that the


> search for light in a fog carries the paradox that if the light becomes


> too bright, the navigator will see less.


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> I remind myself that the challenge, during such times, is to be quiet


> and listen for the buoys, those few sounds and voices that mark the way


> back to the harbor, where a fresh journey might be prepared. So I'm


> listening. And wondering how I might float a buoy or two of my own.


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> With warm wishes for 2002 from the snowy Berkshires,


> looking for the spirit of Christmas, yours,


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> Gregorious


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