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...but, if we're going to kick our neighbor's Christmas lights' butt, we have to get started this week. I've been working in the garage, getting everything down from the Xmas shelves and doing general sweeping, etc. I've been listening to KUHF pretty much nonstop during this, and I've enjoyed it immensely.
It's nearly seamless radio. The hosts sound knowledgable and uniformly soothing in that slightly-formal classical music style of delivery. The local elements, too, are seamless; heaps of traffic and weather throughout the day, local spotlights on past Houston musical performances, a few tidbits of UH history peppered in-between NPR elements. I never heard a technical or board gaffe. The clocks ran on time.
There's just one thing. Just one. It jarred at first, and then it became a counting game to see how many times she was going to say that word wrong. The lady who did the weather breaks was pleasant and fluid on-air. In fact, she was likable. However, she had some sort of accent---it had to be some sort of accent---maybe Tennessee? Kentucky?---that made that word, that word she used fifty times if she used it once---come out like this: tint-churs.
Please. Somebody. Please tell her the word is temperatures. There may be four full syllables, I dunno, at least three. I had to write this post because I've been trying to spell the word tintchurs in my mind since about seven o'clock this morning. Other than that, listening to KUHF was a real joy today, excellent radio. Thanks for bringing it live.
It's nearly seamless radio. The hosts sound knowledgable and uniformly soothing in that slightly-formal classical music style of delivery. The local elements, too, are seamless; heaps of traffic and weather throughout the day, local spotlights on past Houston musical performances, a few tidbits of UH history peppered in-between NPR elements. I never heard a technical or board gaffe. The clocks ran on time.
There's just one thing. Just one. It jarred at first, and then it became a counting game to see how many times she was going to say that word wrong. The lady who did the weather breaks was pleasant and fluid on-air. In fact, she was likable. However, she had some sort of accent---it had to be some sort of accent---maybe Tennessee? Kentucky?---that made that word, that word she used fifty times if she used it once---come out like this: tint-churs.
Please. Somebody. Please tell her the word is temperatures. There may be four full syllables, I dunno, at least three. I had to write this post because I've been trying to spell the word tintchurs in my mind since about seven o'clock this morning. Other than that, listening to KUHF was a real joy today, excellent radio. Thanks for bringing it live.
