One of the great things about the internet, that is beginning to blossom, is the podcast. I used to listen to the radio a fair amount, but the ads were insanely irritating, and the music was not to taste, almost half the time, and never on when you wanted it. Occasionally a radio station would get on to a good roll, but it would never last and the ads, ads, ads …
Now podcasts aren’t entirely free of ads, and there is a plea at the end of this one. But it isn’t the usual “my baby will starve” plea; it seems to be some sort of collective of artists offering a smorgasbord of podcasts and needing to support the platform, etc. It kind of reminds me of early public radio.
There was a station in Toronto, CJRT, now Jazz.FM91, that played great music, classical and jazz, and had mystery theatre, and odd British shows like My Music with Denis Norden. Much searching web-wise, i.e. more than two minutes but less than ten, leads me to believe that you can listen to My Music, on Saturday at noon online on the BBC. Noon Eastern time, I should say. 5 p.m. if you happen to actually be in Britain. When I was there as a teenager, some of my lovely friends in Canada thought it would be funny to call me when they were somewhat well-oiled, at 3 a.m Toronto time, and got my parents somewhat more concerned as they got me out of bed to take the call. I have remembered which way the time moves across the world ever since. And while I am on about England, I would also like to point out that not only is it five hours later there, London turns out to be on the same line of latitude as James Bay, the southern most part of Hudson Bay. Explains a lot about the weather, and the seemingly perpetual darkness during the winter. But that is when I was meant to be attending class to master my upcoming ‘O’ levels, and that might also account for the darkness, perception being reality, or some of it. But I have taken a mighty digression …
I found the link to My Music by following links on this potentially very interesting page, of public radio everywhere. Of course, mentioning public radio clearly makes me a communist, but not all public radio is supported by the taxpayer, lots is supported by the actual uncorked [I keep trying to write uncoerced, but spellcheck prefers uncorked and it might be on to something] public, as was CJRT at least initially. Even their children’s half-hour of stories, cleverly broadcast around the time one might be making supper, had us listening – before we had kids!
It is to them that I owe the seemingly endless pleasure of enjoying Flanders and Swann’s interpretation of Mozart’s Horn Concerto K.495, movement III, Ill Wind
Just had to throw that in there … there is no real way to properly explain musical humour, let alone humour itself. Juxtaposition is about as good as it gets. And Sawbones, the podcast I am getting around to recommending, has some good humour mixed in with really interesting, possibly completely useless, information about early medical practices and scientific discovery.
Podcasts are a bit like radio on demand, and if these two, Dr. Sydnee McElroy and her husband Justin, had a radio show, I would try to catch it. And thanks to the internet, I don’t have to, and neither do you. I guess it is one more break in the bounds that tied us to large corporations that acted as information filters, and not usually for our own good, as I am sure they would claim. It is perhaps one of the things America is currently slowly waking up from: the monolithic news source. What Walter Cronkite said was the one and only truth. Dan Rather told us what was what. Ha! Canada is meant to have Peter Mansbridge but my skin crawls even as I type his name. Government puppet. Now we have such better access to unfiltered information it is astounding! But I seem to have digressed.
There are many opportunities for filling your head, and short of a somewhat alarming opening punk song, their discussion of early medicine and how we got here from there is fascinating and their cross-chatter is pretty darn funny. I ended up starting from the beginning, so that is where I will end, with their beginning:
And please, don’t try any of this at home.
Continuing the Sawbones theme and in honor of the word trepanation, I give you jactitation (stumbled upon yesterday while looking up rhodomontade).
I read this book several years ago and still can’t erase this image. Since google won’t let me c&p, you’ll have to scroll to chapter 1, third page, last paragraph:
http://books.google.com/books?id=FvvccDDEwMgC&pg=PT424&lpg=PT424&dq=a+country+of+vast+designs+p.16&source=bl&ots=JK5ot1g4Wk&sig=Q0bMTb25I_KrWMvEVZ5TiwsDIsw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=NwN2U5DcDcaRqAaBioH4CA&ved=0CDMQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=a%20country%20of%20vast%20designs%20p.16&f=false
Can you imagine the poor lad’s jactitations as they held him down?
I have heard this thoroughly enjoyable couple before- can’t recall if here or WPR.
(Think I’ll take some mescaline and stand on my head).
For EO, from last thread- no popcorn for me this year, no room. Maybe we can work a trade for a small amount. I am still waiting to plant the last half of the garden until next week, just too frickin cold now.
DP- haven’t found any morels yet, but the spring ephemerals are worth the trip to the woods. This awesome display of trillium grandiflorum was taken yesterday on a garlic mustard seek and destroy mission.
One, you look up great words and read obscure works. Thank heavens we have met in cyber world.
Two, I did find that ghastly paragraph and it reminded me of the scene in the Aubrey Maturin books, when Maturin has to fashion a tool that he uses to pull something out of his own body, operating on himself. And I am pretty sure that was based on an actual account. Those books are very good for historical detail – not the big picture, he compresses time, etc., but what they were eating, etc., seems to be drawn from solid research. We listened to them on tape up to about #13, before we lost steam.
Three, we are off to the cottage tonight, leaving middle son to guard the house, and trilliums and wild garlic are going to be the feast for our eyes, at least by tomorrow morning. Amazingly similar terrain. I keep forgetting whereabouts you are located, and was sort of hoping for a recap.
The doctor I am currently hoping might help, to whom I have now mailed my pathetic MRI, works from the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, which ain’t that far, I checked, from DP’s current, but soon to be erstwhile residence. And that got me curious about the gang. Is it two Wisconsonians, one Dude that I am embarrassed to guess at because I should obviously know, a Georgian and a South Carolinian?
My nephew-in-law of the wonderful skills hails from Wisconsin I believe. It looks like if one had the time it would be a fabulous drive, crossing over at the Sioux, and going through miles of beautiful forrest. I used to get to go on the occasional golfing weekend to the States when my life was different, with my mum, and I have very fond memories of many of the places we went.
We did go to South Carolina and stayed at the Pee Dee Inn, although I can no longer find it on google. Pee Dee is about as stupid a name as one could have, it seems to me, by the way. No matter what its roots are they cannot be a good justification for continuing with such a strange and juvenilely humorous name.
I might add, I am kind of looking for that kind of operation. I have been asking my doctor for literally years if they couldn’t just cut ‘it’ out with a spoon. If only they had found bladder stones … or knew what ‘it’ is.
geography lesson for our foreign friend:
go to google maps and zero in on Wisconsin, now move closer to Madison. Use I-90 as your eastern boundary and zoom in until hwy 11 is your southern boundary and hwys 18-151 are your northern boundary. Now you have the approx 50 square miles that separate we three cheeseheads.
Hey, if you ever did go to Mayo, you would cross into Wi from the U.P. and be but an hour from our very close friends in Vilas County (on Birch Lake) that I (or we) could meet you at. I know them quite well enough to be sure that they would open their house gladly as a way station.
Btw, garlic mustard is non-native and as invasive as kudzu, hope you don’t have any. The bag I am holding in the pic is for their removal and destruction.
Now you have 4 out of 5 placed, but need to correct the 5th one. Here’s a hint:
Show Less 💡
I think I have a rough understanding.
I believe that concert was being performed in Champlain, Illinois, by the way, a place where I almost went to do a pointless PhD. But I don’t think that was the hint.
Ah, I thought you might be referring to wild garlic, which turns out to have a fancy latin name, allium tricoccum, which is extra interesting because it reminded me that everything from a chive to the weird things I grow in my garden is an onion.
We hunt for it ravenously, like truffle dogs.
Here is a picture from a past spring of my onions:
had my first morels Wednesday night. they are here Dude. in my experience, they don’t seem to pay much attention to the temperature. all they seem to require is the right amount of moisture in the soil. it seems like they start May 5-15 at our lat and long every year. and from what i’m hearing, it is a decent season here because of the monsoon rains early this week.
which gave me an idea. i am growing mushrooms in the garden this year. i will not accept defeat. i am going to be pinched on tomato season no matter what, and i also have a line on all the free cow shit i can take.
I meant Champaign darned it all.
We aren’t going to get that frost, apparently, but it feels like 100% humidity right now, which makes mushrooms seem a good choice. My plants don’t seem much behind either.
And I got the lightbulb, but slowly. ‘Nuff said.
yum!
I knew you would, Xty.
And here is a small slice of life from our home state. Littlest Dudette at :17, on the right.
(I donated).
Wow, how sad to read through A Country of Vast Designs (Dude’s link)
There used to exist “Government” leaders with character and who were principle driven. On their worst day they were giants compared to today’s ‘Sh!t Show’ of weak-minded “political” leaders (place holders).
Today’s Bible study (non “religious”) by Dr. Murray is one of my almost daily Podcasts…
…still have an FM radio in the shower, but that’s it. ads ads ads indeed, I won’t even watch t.v. shows that have commercials. LOVE the DVR!! 🙂
this is the correct video, in case i missed the hint. “Box of Rain” was for Woodpecker, “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking”was for a joint that’s been tempting me, i could go on, but won’t. Gotta be intonation in this as well, but you already know that. Thought moderation should become increasingly easier. Carry On.
well Xty, you know what they say about Bloomington… “It ain’t Normal.” you will never get that. or will you?
Hi Pete. it was too cold today to plant my lichens. i don’t mean for them, but for me.
i’m starting to wonder if the magnetic poles shifted, and no one bothered to tell me.
Woodpecker, you’re not supposed to flash the
signal, you know how weak i am. 
i just don’t know how much more i can take. this is the worst winter and spring weather i have experienced in my entire life. it is so bad i am considering going to a tanning booth. i have absolutely no vanity, nor do i particularly want to get skin cancer either. but it’s just that this persistant cold and lack of sun is annihiliating my mood, and my skin is so white that i’d be camouflaged lying on the belly of a shark. i am afraid that the first sunny day that i get out in the yard i’m going crisp like a bug hitting the zapper screen. rant off.
somehow i ran over you again. you should consider paying extra for the HFT connection to Xty’s mainframe. sorry about Herr Grün. he is helping me deal with the winter blues.
one of those tunes was for you Xty, but i don’t remember which. 😯
Today we are celebrating my father-in-law’s 85th, and I am off to be social. Thanks for the lovely tune, which ever one it was!
They have somehow effectively scuppered the internet in the upper boathouse, once again with octogenarian logic, and my evil eldest niece showed me how to use my phone as a local hotspot, but I suspect the data usage is brutal.
the sun! unfreakingreal.
dang it! that was quick. sorry for jinxing it EO, Dude.
the original version is super funky. funk out with your junk out…
baking away. after all the sun did show. hope i haven’t killt sentiment.
do what ever you need to do to fix this Xty.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSIw09oqsYo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdVClbOYwI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Nh5CapYICg
do what ever you need to do to fix this Xty.
good luck with this one DN. 😛