National Podcast Post Month
November is National Podcast Post Month. Podcasters are challenged to post 30 episodes in 30 days. I’ll be posting super short episodes where I share clips from some old cassette tapes.
My sister and I recall hiding in the back of the family car.
I share a few messages from listeners. Plus, an invitation to produce a QuOTeD episode. Also, the vacation report. The Badlands get high marks. Wow! Beautiful! Go!
A continuation of episode #NaPodPoMo-25 where we listen to more phone messages. While my friend Dan makes arrangements to dramatically downsize, George W. Bush is elected president.
A Greyhound bus crashes into a semi truck just outside of Macon, Georgia. This is my mom’s story, which she retells when her grandson asks her about the shoe.
We gathered at the Canyon Lake Reunion Lodge in Rapid City, South Dakota for my dad’s 80th birthday.
Listening to these old voice messages brought me back to an old fourplex in Minneapolis. Good times. Good times.
The reason my voicemail is often full isn’t because I’m a super busy person in high demand. It’s because I don’t like to delete my messages until I’ve had a chance to archive them.
Brian and I continue a conversation about podcasting. I mention one of many aha moments where I realize that podcasting feels like the right track.
Even though it was a buyer’s market, it took us forever to find our house.
Craters of the Moon was really beautiful. And windy. It was really windy. I can’t think of a better reminder of the time the three of us climbed up these endless hills.
My sister gets the credit for organizing a family reunion. Every detail has been considered and now the impossible has happened. Most of us will be there for my dad’s birthday.
About eight years ago, I made a super short movie based on a story a friend told me. I called it Dollar Signs. In this video, the way I used some old interviews about work and school is similar to the audio montage style that defines this podcast.
Using a shared public access television studio wasn’t always convenient. But the space was inviting and the rice krispie bars were a big plus.
The kids get together to make some prank phone calls. Do kids still do that in the age of evil teleswindlers?
Is there a home for Liberals in the Democratic Party?
It’s 2004 at the Democratic National Convention in Boston. Some delegates of Dennis Kucinich think it’s too early to throw their support to John Kerry. But there is a lot of pressure to do exactly that.
In 2003 I recorded two people having a political debate. Why do we keep having the same argument?
I finally have an answer to a question people kept asking me.
Even after the protestors failed to stop the war, they continued to show up at the peace bridge.
Brian takes the mic and asks me some questions about my podcast.
Superheroes on a bridge entice me to leave the house.
I wanted a better “how we met story” to tell the neighbors.
I get an idea for a podcast episode for National Podcast Post Month (30 episodes in 30 days). When I try to get Brian to say something that he has said a zillion times before, it doesn’t go as planned. But we have a good laugh and that’s better than planned.
Old cassette tapes prove that a story I’ve told multiple times is wrong.
My dad and I take Kathleen back to Idaho via Butte, MT.
I still have dreams about driving that car.
South Dakota might as well have been the moon.
Thinking I recorded over an interview with my dad, I hoped to find him on the other side of the tape.
By a certain age, we ought to know that it is useless to try to impress someone. Or at least we should know not to do it at the expense of who we are.
This episode is part of a series I’m doing for National Podcast Post Month. Podcasters were challenged to post 30 episodes in 30 days. I’ll post super short episodes where I share clips from some old cassette tapes.
Even though I don’t have the old cassette tapes I recorded with my dad when I was a child, I do have some tapes that capture him just fine.
The following are regular episodes of QuOTeD…
We make up a story about how a painting of a fireplace ended up in our living room.
Searching for a mystery artist
We are looking for the real artist who made the painting that inspired our story. You can help us find this person by sharing this picture on social media.
Are you the artist?
Contact us! We would love to hear the real story behind this painting.
Can we recognize a city by its sound, sort of like recognizing the sound of a mother’s voice?
Sometimes Chicago sounded like a casino. Other times a war zone with its relentless wailing of sirens and the whirring of helicopters that hovered almost within reach of the crowds at Millennium Park. Black Lives Matter is trying to get our attention.
What are the barriers to being grounded in a culture filled with distractions and how can we separate the signal from the noise to get grounded?
Being grounded means that you’re self-aware, don’t put on personas, are down-to-earth and solid but open and probably kind. You have confidence (but you’re not cocky), which means that you’re not prone to taking things personally. You’re comfortable with making meaningful decisions because you have figured out how to separate the signal from the noise; being grounded means that you focus on the important stuff. You’re generally calm. Above all you are present! You’re living in the moment! You are not judgmental, but accepting of imperfections, including your own. This puts people at ease and that’s just one reason why they like you. Why can it be tough to be grounded in today’s world? What can we do to filter out the noise of smart phones, war drums and looping commercials that take us away from ourselves? Meditation, walking, yoga and even taking an improv class are just some ideas suggested.