I might just start writing all my posts in this format. Images at the top, maybe an image in the middle or at the bottom, and just a big ol’ column of words as the meat of the sandwich. It works better on mobile, and it’s not too boring, which is nice.
I’ve been listening to a great deal of the Blind Boy Podcast lately, and I’m quite taken, I think I’m even thinking, and so writing, in way what emulates his mode of speaking. It makes me wonder if a podcast, not daily, but weekly, might be a fun thing to pursue. This practice feels pretty conversational, pretty intimate, pretty much like me talking to you, so the leap to a recording doesn’t seem to drastic.
That being said, the engineering of an audio element might be beyond me. I’d have to do it during the day as my office is at the nexus of sleeping spaces in my house, which is just not great for a recording studio.
In anycase, I’ve been enjoying Blind Boys accent, his way of speaking, his ramble, his love of Ireland, his inability to read dates as numbers. These are all things I see reflected in myself.
I feel funny writing about my appreciation of that content on a night when Jack’s getting married, and when I was surprised to see my brother visiting from California. Two monumental interpersonal events of some rarity. But this blog, while intimate, while personal, is not a journal, and really, I think I like the Blind Boy Podcast so much because I want to emulate it, or maybe I like it enough that I want to emulate it. Bit of a nuanced difference that.
This isn’t a hustle, but neither is it a record of my day to day. The value in it is three fold. First, it gives me a place to spill my brains before bed, an arena to stretch, if not to flex, a bit of my writing muscles, it keeps my family and friends generally up to date on my life and my mindset, and it’ll be an interesting thing for my kids to read, if they’re ever inclined.
I’ve been listening to a great deal of the Blind Boy Podcast lately, and I’m quite taken, I think I’m even thinking, and so writing, in way what emulates his mode of speaking. It makes me wonder if a podcast, not daily, but weekly, might be a fun thing to pursue. This practice feels pretty conversational, pretty intimate, pretty much like me talking to you, so the leap to a recording doesn’t seem to drastic.
That being said, the engineering of an audio element might be beyond me. I’d have to do it during the day as my office is at the nexus of sleeping spaces in my house, which is just not great for a recording studio.
In anycase, I’ve been enjoying Blind Boys accent, his way of speaking, his ramble, his love of Ireland, his inability to read dates as numbers. These are all things I see reflected in myself.
I feel funny writing about my appreciation of that content on a night when Jack’s getting married, and when I was surprised to see my brother visiting from California. Two monumental interpersonal events of some rarity. But this blog, while intimate, while personal, is not a journal, and really, I think I like the Blind Boy Podcast so much because I want to emulate it, or maybe I like it enough that I want to emulate it. Bit of a nuanced difference that.
This isn’t a hustle, but neither is it a record of my day to day. The value in it is three fold. First, it gives me a place to spill my brains before bed, an arena to stretch, if not to flex, a bit of my writing muscles, it keeps my family and friends generally up to date on my life and my mindset, and it’ll be an interesting thing for my kids to read, if they’re ever inclined.