Tuesday. Since we were talking about audio (yes, we were talking about audio) it has come to my attention that a lapsed journaler (so many lapsed journalers about these days, don't you think?) has been using his lapsed time to move (somewhat stealthily, I might add) into new territory. Audio territory. Podcast territory. Evidently not content to remain on other than the bleeding edge, Mr. Amaya has begun posting his own edited versions of reality to a new site he's named Membrane (“conveniently semi-permeable”). Yes, I would recommend it. One of the comments under his first posting suggested “If you are not on radio, you should be”. I notice it's signed “mother”. Could she be do you think? Nah. Too obvious.
In talking about acquiring a new (small, portable) recorder to take with me on the bus and into crowds to record conversations (it has a certain sleazy quality to it when you just put it out there, now, doesn't it?) I was not thinking of posting them here. Well, one or two, maybe, if they turn out to be good. Mr. Amaya has been interviewing people, letting them know he has Podcasting in mind. I, on the other hand, am looking for covert dialogue and snappy patter (I can lift) for my own training and entertainment. Or am I stumbling into sticky territory here? Probably. Not so bad as the overuse of adverbs you understand, but sticky none the less.
Let's see. The day started slowly, no sake last night. Plenty of sleep. Still felt like a zombie in the morning until I'd had a couple of cups of coffee and lunch arrived. I suspect what I have is some horrible malady that will eventually kill me, but everything I've done in my life will eventually catch up and kill me I suspect, with time, with time.