Moyers's people had swarmed over the Indiana University campus in successive waves of producers, executive producers, directors and associate directors; of lighting people, camera people, sound people and questions - from - the - audience people; had
added a participant (Nicholas von Hoffman) to be sure the affair would be telegenic; had phoned the panelists before the event with their own list of topics and ideas; had thrown together a wooden platform just for their cameras, which cameras prevented many in the actual audience from seeing the panelists; had shifted the meeting rooms to meet the exacting requirements for the paraphernalia of television; had
fed questions to members of the audience, and
instructions «from the truck» to the moderator («move on»); and then had fashioned from 12 hours of tape one hour that might have been made in a New York city hotel room.
My bad recipe did not call for any sweetener to
feed the culture and only had me heat the yogurt to 115 *; the
instructions did not have me seperate out a portion of cooled milk (110 * according them) to
add the starter to, so I'm afraid it may have died because of hot spots in the pan even though I stirred it well.