histórias de Radiostation

අහන්කාරයොන්ගෙ හැන්දෑවෙ සැරිසරන්න එන්න....

A girl commits suicide and writes a note to each of her past lovers, will this finally explain her death or just confuse everyone further?

Alongside the revolution in television broadcasting, a similar battle of the airwaves is being waged on the radio. Will this forever wipe away the narrow choices offered by existing stations? Or is it possible to have faith in a revolution being waged from Downing Street? Grant Goddard examines the background to the first franchise application in London and looks at the way ahead for both winners and losers.

As rival overachievers are forced into forced proximity, shared airwaves, and unresolved desire, their competition turns intimate, their secrets go public, and love becomes the one thing neither of them can afford to lose-or walk away from. *** When a housing mix-up forces two academic rivals to share an apartment their senior year, sparks fly immediately-and not the good kind. One is meticulous, ambitious, and chasing a life-changing scholarship; the other is a brilliant mess, an artist with a talent for avoiding expectations. They've clashed in classrooms, competed for the same opportunities, and share a history neither wants to talk about. The rules are simple: stay out of each other's way, keep it professional, and absolutely do not revisit the past. Then a late-night campus radio show throws them together again, and suddenly the quiet hours are filled with voices that know exactly how to get under each other's skin. As rivalry turns into reluctant partnership-and then something far more dangerous-lines blur between competition and desire, ambition and vulnerability. With graduation looming, a prestigious scholarship at stake, and old wounds threatening to reopen, they must decide whether protecting their futures means walking away from each other... or finally choosing love with intention. Tender, charged, and full of yearning, Static Between Us is a slow-burn MLM college romance about second chances, finding your voice, and daring to love when everything is on the line.

The conversation at the Radio Academy event in London entitled 'Is Radio Racist?' became heated when the chairman, 'LBC' morning show presenter James O'Brien [JO], was questioned by 'BBC Five Live' overnight presenter Dotun Adebayo [DA] about the absence of ethnic minority presenters at LBC. At the start of the event, O'Brien said he had been asked to chair the debate because "I am actually officially the whitest person working in the broadcasting industry today."

"I'm SO sorry," I grovelled to the petite musician on whose foot I had just accidentally trodden. We were stood side-by-side in the record library - my 'office' - of local commercial station 'Metro Radio' in Newcastle. Kate Bush was kindly autographing several copies of the new album she was visiting to promote, which were about to be awarded as competition prizes to listeners. She had just been interviewed live on-air by one of the station's daytime presenters and was soon to be whisked away by car to visit yet another local station somewhere across the country.

Korean IT-girl Jennie Kim gets buried under a collapsed tunnel where she has to survive for days - waiting for the rescue workers. Her only silver-lightning is a radio frequency she's able to receive - keeping her alive. *** Media communications student Lalisa Manoban likes her normal, cozy life. Until the day she finds Korea's Prime Minister at her door.

"It's just like the multinational pharmaceutical businesses deliberately designing toothpaste tubes so that you cannot squeeze out the last bit of toothpaste," I blurted. There was stunned silence while my colleagues seated on a circle of chairs in the middle of a low-ceiling conference room stared at me blankly. Was this young man mad? Perhaps I was. I cannot recall to which discussion topic my poorly chosen conspiracy theory analogy was intended to refer, but I clearly remember the reaction. I was present because a letter from Ric, our manager, had instructed me to attend. I had no comprehension what this meeting was intended to achieve. By the time I opened my mouth, the gathering had seemed somewhat pointless.

Here in Phnom Penh, there are seventeen radio stations on the FM dial, even though Cambodia's capital city has a population of less than a million. But you are more likely to hear a song by Britney Spears or Madonna on the 'BBC World Service' (100 FM here) than on any of the local FM stations. Only one, 'Love FM' 97.5, plays Western music and its playlist stretches solely from the obscure ('Pretty Boy' seems to be the most requested song) to the bizarre (New Kids On The Block?). The rest of the local stations play exclusively Cambodian music. It's radio, Jim, but not as we know it. Several hundred hours of radio listening suggest two Cambodian programme formats that could be adopted in the West:

It only takes 2.4 seconds for a radio wave to reach the moon. After 4.5 hours, the wave reaches Pluto; by then we'd already lost Seattle. In 4 years the signal can make it to our nearest star, Proxima Centauri; by then the dead had taken over the United States of America. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ My name is Fernie, and I've never seen a zombie. Not alive anyway. I've seen the destruction they leave behind, the families they break apart, and the world they left us. I wasn't alive when they walked among us, but I'm here now to pick up the pieces. A one-man-cleanup crew destined to save the world-or the fifty-mile radius of the world I grew up in. Apart we survive, but together we thrive. That's what The Wave has taught me. It's told me stories, sang me songs, and spoke of our history. I want to rebuild what we lost, but I can't do it alone. The Wave will help me find others, there has to be others. My name is Fernie, and I've never seen a zombie. I don't know about the world my great-grandparents grew up in, but I sure know it was bigger than fifty-miles. It's been nearly a hundred years since the world ended, how far do you think the wave is now? ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ How do you outrun the living dead? For three brave teenagers, the answer lies in their homes. One off the coast of what was once Alaska, one high in the mountains of South America, and another separated from them both by an endless sea. Alone they only have fragments of the history of their planet, but together they can discover where they came from. Join Fernie, Naira, and Kupe on their crusade to rebuild the world. While mountains and oceans may separate them, the waves that travel across the sky unite them. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ mediocre cover art by yours truly <3 OpenNovellaContest2020 entry inspired by prompt 41. "Yes son, zombies used to be a thing."

Brooklyn is a young girl working part-time at the Aria Bay Radio Station. When a dangerous virus starts spreading once more, dark deeds are done. *Warning : probably gonna have some dark themes.* *Another Warning : I don't really have a exact plot for this so bear with me.*

It was a little after seven o'clock in the morning when the phone rang. Normally, I would already have been out of bed by that hour on a weekday. However, the previous night's 'DJ meeting' [open to all 44 KISS FM presenters] had tired me out. I was awake, but I was still trying to urge my body to get out of bed. The mobile phone stationed beside my bed rang noisily and forced my brain into action far faster than it wanted.

"There's a bomb!" someone shouted. "There's a bomb!" I had just collected 'NME' from the newsagent that reserved it for me each week and had been lazily staring at a display of the new 'designer' stretch jeans in the windows of Gloria Vandebilt's shop. All had been calm on the city's main shopping street. Then suddenly it was chaos. People ran in all directions as if their lives depended upon it ... which they did. Men, women and children screamed as they fled down side streets, their shopping bags flying behind them like parachutes. I was in amongst them, running at full pelt until I thought I was far enough away from the suspect device. How would I know? I didn't. Did I hear an explosion? No. Was it really a bomb? I never knew.

Why does Toronto have such insipid and boring radio? Our city is vibrant, artistic, culturally diverse and entertaining, so why is none of that reflected in our uninspired radio stations? Travelling in Europe and North America as a radio consultant, I listen to a lot of radio and it is tragic to concede that my own city has some of the most boring radio stations known to mankind.

I was standing over the motionless body of my line manager. He was dead to the world, naked under the sheet on his bed. Neither my arrival in his studio apartment through its wide-open front door, nor the chatter of little 'street boys' passing up and down the building's internal staircase, nor the morning sunshine streaming through the open windows, nor the noise of rush hour traffic on the road below seemed to have stirred him. Should I call out? Should I nudge him? Since the limit of my responsibilities to the BBC had already been sorely tested by a recent health & safety 'issue', I decided that playing butler to my boss would stretch my patience one step too far. I turned around, leaving him asleep, walked out and descended the stairs to rejoin the driver waiting out front in the BBC SUV.

August 1989. There was a momentary lull in the usually frenetic activity at the [former London pirate radio station] 'KISS FM' office, whilst we awaited the next Independent Broadcasting Authority [IBA] announcement that would give specific details of the application procedure for the two new London FM [commercial radio] licences on offer. [KISS FM co-founder] Gordon McNamee turned his attention to other matters, since he understood that there was still no guarantee of KISS FM winning the licence, even on its second attempt.

"Would you like to dance?" the girl asked. I was dumbfounded. Nobody had ever asked me to dance. Particularly a girl! "Er, no thanks," I mumbled pathetically. "Oh, go on, please," she chivvied. Anyone else would have been flattered. But me? I was terrified. "Sorry, but I can't dance," I tried to explain. The girl looked disappointed but gave up and walked back to the stage. It might have been the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But I blew it.

It has always been difficult for me to understand how white South Africans who built successful careers under the country's apartheid regime can live with the guilt and shame. Does their sense of superiority extend to EVERYONE else? Do they harbour an intrinsic cruelty to others? Would they have been merciless playground bullies if they had attended school with 'normal' kids? Had the word 'meritocracy' been purged from South African dictionaries?

Ana is a baker at a local café. Her bosses niece, Rayna, is brought in to help out one day. Their relationship begins in an unsavoury type of energy. But, Ana and Rayna are forced to continue to work together, secrets are unveiled and Ana's life changes forever. This is my first published story, please be nice. :)

Ham Radio: Ham Radio: Ultimate step by step Guide - From Beginner to Advanced level: Get started with your Ham Radio station & obtain Ham Radio License Have fun exploring Ham radio and all it offers while constructing your own radio station. You'll learn how to get your first rig up and running, then have fun connecting with huge community who share your passion for Ham Radio. Disasters can occur at any time and you need to be prepared. Prepping isn't just stockpiling bunch of food, water and other life necessities. You'll need to be able to communicate with the outside world Ham Radio uses a variety of radio frequencies, which non-hams can hear the message being transmitted via their own scanners or receivers, though you cannot participate in the action without a license or a transmitter. A ham operator can only use a specific radio frequency to transmit the frequencies, which is allocated by the FCC. Here's a preview of what you'll learn: • How to acquire your license • How to obtain your Call sign • What is FM repeater and when to use one • Choosing your first ham radio • Everything you need to set up your first station • How to build a personal wireless system for home, mobile, and portable operating • Assist with emergency communications The effect of solar and weather conditions on radio waves