... I have one here. Really, I mean I’ve been threatening to do podcasts up around here for like five years but putting it off because editing and reformatting and cleaning up was too much work, and here they go and make something where I just talk into my phone and hit “save?” This first ‘cast is entitled The Extinction of Trivial Experiences. Hope you like it. You can keep up by checking the right-hand sidebar widget box on this here site, or clicking one of the very many RSS icons to be found attached to either the widget or the individual podcasts.
Future installments will likely include sessions recorded mid-hike, sound effects, interviews and readings of things I wrote a long time ago if I don’t hate them now.
This one’s a rumination on once-common, perhaps too-common experiences that have become far more rare as a result of technological advancement.
Apologies, by the way, if you’ve gotten multiple announcements of this, especially on Facebook or Twitter. Still ironing out the configurations for how those get updated.
Wow. That was unscripted and unedited? You’re good, man. If I did that, it would be riddled with ums and y’knows, for starters. Anyway, a very enjoyable listen. Hope you can keep it up.
I had a box of CDs with me on my cross-country trip last fall, but listened to the radio much of the time; I find it usually more interesting to encounter music I haven’t picked out, and too many of my CDs ended up being upsetting due to the breakup that made the cross-country move possible.
I don’t particularly mind radio static. I’ll stick with a good station till it fades away or into another station, or while it fades in and out as I’m driving through hilly country. There’s definitely nostalgia there for the long road trips of my childhood, and a stubborn pride in being from a rural area. My ex grew up on the eastern seaboard, wasn’t used to radio static, and couldn’t stand it - we had to change the station or put on a CD or iPod the moment it started to fuzz.
I can’t drive for long after dark, though, and putting myself at the mercy of local radio stations is certainly a factor. Then it becomes less about tolerance and more about safety.