January 28, 2007

Audible Althouse #77.

Oh, you've waited so long, podcast fans... if I still have podcast fans. This is just a podcast about trying to revive the joy of podcasting. There's some substance too. But I'm just hoping you'll come along for the ride as I try to discover a way to live inside the podcast again. So stuff those earbuds into your earholes and take a chance.

You can stream it right through your computer here. But the hardcore fans subscribe on iTunes:
Ann Althouse - Audible Althouse

23 comments:

Simon said...

The comment about crying politicians reminded me of Tom Conburn reducing himself to tears with his own rhetoric about America's greatness and potential. :p

On the wine front, I have a nice chianti that I found nestling at the back of a shelf in - of all places - CVS. If the making of podcast tradition is drinking red wine, I think perhaps listeners should observe the tradition too. ;)

Meade said...

Food resolution guess: No more rice pudding.

Simon said...

BTW - how many people really listen to the podcast (or any podcast, for that matter) on earphones?

Meade said...

Ballad of an Adipose Deficient Man

Well, she walks into the room
Trying to podcast without frown
You put your iPod in your pocket,
She splatters wine upon the ground
There ought to be a law
Against her putting things in puddings
But should you really be made
To clean out your earholes
before wearing earphones?

Something is in it
But you don't know what it is
Toenails... brads... or bones?

vbspurs said...

BTW - how many people really listen to the podcast (or any podcast, for that matter) on earphones?

Me, Simon!

At least, ever since I got my 30GB iPod, I have. When I exercise, I put on the isolation buds, and listen to This American Life podcasts. Bliss.

I'd do Ann, too, if she would get off her duff and podcast.

"I want my Ann Alttttthoussssssse"

(to the tune of Money for Nothing).

Cheers,
Victoria

Anonymous said...

What, pray, precisely is a 'podcast'?

One assumes it has certain agrarian reference - the sowing of seeds seems mostly likely.

In the Wolds our farmers have machines especially designed for this very purpose. We are not Luddites after all.

Though not the shiniest apple in the cart, I have deduced that this 'podcast' business must be some modern mechanism for the transmission of audible speech via one's computer. Sounds all very exciting!

But as the sound on mine is permanently off I fear I may miss out on this intriguing new experience.

If anyone, therefore, knows where my 'on' button is located could they so indicate?

TIA.

R2K said...

This is fun: what code do you use to host files like this?

R2K

vbspurs said...

What, pray, precisely is a 'podcast'?

Being half-German, I am pedantic, so just for that you'll get an explanation, Peter.

A podcast is a serialised verbal recording, usually in mp3 format, which you can subscribe to for regular listening.

It can be on any topic, and sometimes features commentary from secondary parties.

It can be professional or amateurish, and frequently, is both. HTH.

I will now explain fellatio.

Cheers,
Victoria

Simon said...

vbspurs said...
"I will now explain fellatio."

What the New York Times is presently doing to Barack Obama.

Anonymous said...

I'm guessing your secret food resolution is The Survivor Diet. It requires lots of rice, but if food is abundant, you lose your appetite because of all the hairy middle-aged perpetually nude sunburned men nearby.

Bringing it in for a landing: It's all about spillage and breakage. You spilled wine, a necklace, tears, and broke your heart about Denny. Of course, that means Michelle is the survivor now. Sadly, no Althousian irkage detected.

Sippican wrote of "waxy earbuds," and you talk of "toenails in rice pudding," both of which bring me to an intense "ICK!" response.

You've done it before, this bodily fluids blogging. I guess there's nothing new under the Althouse sun.

Anonymous said...

It's all about spillage: wine, tears, necklaces in the carpet.

My guess on the secret food resolution: The Survivor Diet...lotsa rice.

Anonymous said...

It's all about spillage: wine, tears, necklaces in the carpet.

My guess on the secret food resolution: The Survivor Diet...lotsa rice.

Anonymous said...

It's all about spillage: wine, tears, necklaces in the carpet.

My guess on the secret food resolution: The Survivor Diet...lotsa rice.

Anonymous said...

It's all about spillage: wine, tears, necklaces in the carpet. [What? No irkage?]

My guess on the secret food resolution: The Survivor Diet...lotsa rice.

Anonymous said...

Apologies for the multiples.

Anonymous said...

Just for the record: this new Google comment program doesn't give me the little trashcan icon or else I'd do it myself.

Rubbish!

Meade said...
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Meade said...

Uh uh uh!

Gotta love the way
Ruth Anne goes on
(and on)
like a splattered fine
luscious red wine.

vbspurs said...

And yet, Meade, Chateau Latour,
Wouldn't make you discrete,
And does not make me ignore,
Your sneaky delete.

Cheers,
Victoria

vbspurs said...

P.S.: Meade, I was going to give you 'big ups' about one of your comments the other day, but the moment passed.

But just to let you know, well done! On whatever it was, that you wrote. :)

Cheers,
Victoria

Meade said...

"sneaky delete" heheh

Ah sweet Vic!

Thanks. Good to see you back around this strand of web, with your unique takes, style, and colorful humor.

vbspurs said...

Thanks. Good to see you back around this strand of web, with your unique takes, style, and colorful humor.

That's very gracious of you to say, Meade, thanks!

Although I fear you'll be sorreee -- you try shutting me up. ;)

Cheers,
Victoria

Meade said...

"...you try shutting me up."

Wouldn't even lucidly dream of it.