I felt compelled to write a short tribute to my BBC world briefing service.
In this day and age, with modern global media and fast internet connections, I still feel that there is something quaint about the BBC. Logging into my high speed wireless internet, it is a joy to load up the online world briefing provided by the BBC.
I try and imagine myself listening to a world update through a crackly radio stream in a forgotten decade of last century, an "Out of Africa" experience or something that conjures up being at the end of the world.
I realise that I live in the largest city in the world, and I could hardly decribe myself as disconnected from modern life.
Nevertheless, there is something in listening to the BBC that gives me a tingling of pioneerism, of being connected to the world while living on a far off frontier, a young australian dangling on the end of the transmission. And, I suppose, I like to feel the adventure of being funnelled the world's news at the click of a button, when in fact there are times when the world seems so out of reach to me.
In the chaos of Mexican news that is all-engrossing, it is somewhat good to make myself remember that the world continues to turn and continues, in all places and timzones, to be just as confusing and complex and alive.