Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
When Sammy and I honeymooned in London, I discovered that my initials—JCB—formed the name of a big yellow truck and digger and tool company. Kind of like Caterpillar is in the states. Which is kinda cool. (Those three letters are also familiar in Japan and Asia and, heck, some of the US West Coast as the Japan Commercial Bank, issuers of the JCB Card, but that’s another story.)
Thursday, June 16th, 2005
There’s no way to get back into writing but to write.
Of course. There’s no way to get back into walking but to walk. There’s no way to get into writing Objective-C programs but to…ah, you get it.
Hello from Atlanta, where summer heat has settled in, but mercifully, the humidity has abated a bit from the weekend, where we had those psuedo-bands of psuedo-hurricane-stuff from almost-hurricane Arlene, making her way up the now-traditional hurricane freeway that starts at Mobile bay and comes on up the border between Georgia and Alabama.
Ah, moisture, humidity, and spectaular, Florida-like clouds at sunset.
Monday, June 13th, 2005
After determining with a certain amount of satisfaction that I can listen to just about any broadcast radio in the world that I want to listen to, from the BBC to the CBC to every NPR station I care about from WGBH to WUNC to KCRW to WOUB and even my old (formerly) 10 watt college station WGDR is online.
(In fact, let me commend you, if I haven’t already, to publicradiofan.com for the most amazing compilation of what’s out there in the land of the commercial-free.)
And a couple of weeks ago what’s left of my once-beloved clear channel AM stations (no, not Clear Channel the company, but clear channel as in they broadcast at night unobstructed by lesser stations, skipping across the ionosphere for hundreds of miles) have gone a-streaming, so I can hear KDKA and WBZ and WCBS, too. For a kid who used to stay up late to pull scratchy AM signals out of the ether through an amazing series of contortions, this is sweet internet heaven indeed.
But there was always one station, one program that was outside my grasp…until recently. My dear longtime friend Kevyn Burger, once serious broadcast journalist, once TV live shot queen has been doing this self-titled show on a Twin Cities FM radio station that stubbornly (seemed to me) refused to put those packets out there.
Well, she’s out there now, from 9 till noon central time. And her voice is coming out of my computer most mornings now. What a treat.
Her show’s kinda…well, extremely oriented toward women, but sometimes I like to catch up with What Women Want. That’s why I have an Ellen rerun on right now.