November 23, 2004
My first podcast is on the air!
So I decided to test the waters of podcasting today to see how long it would take to whip up some quick programming. For whatever reason, my microphone isn't working, so I had to use a lo-fi solution (basically, using my cell as a microphone) in the intrim - but I think it works. I like sounding a bit like shortwave.
So this first podcast features some choice Brian Wilson / Beach Boys cuts in anticipation of the Thanksgiving show on KCRW (2-4PM PST). I managed to get a 20 minute program in just 3.5 MB! Yay!
Click here to download!
Gee, I wonder if this officially puts me in conflict with the
other Jason Bentley. And I'm even schlepping for his station! Wait a minute, how frickin' meta is this?!
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A Juan Foo, gracias por todo...
¡Ay Dios mio! It's Gael Garcia Bernal!
Who could do this to the cutest actor from down under? ¡Pedro Almodóvar, como no! These stills are from his new movie La Mala Educación (Bad Education). A special shout-out to Jesus for his second apparence in my blog in one day. He's becoming a regular Jude Law!
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O Velveteen, My Velouria
I've learned the first new word of my 30's:
scupper. Like
scuttle, it's naval and descriptive. And it would make a good band name.
The San Jose
Wave featured a list of cool Christmas gift links, and I followed one to
The Velvet Store, a website that caters specifically to those with an interest in velvet paintings. Their bread-and-butter is, of course, the King - Elvis, not Larry - and they seem hell-bent on taking Elvis kitsch to a new high. (
God, he thought,
who has time for kitsch anymore?)
Behold, Elvis and Jesus in Heaven:
Jesus looks bitchin'-cool - kinda like the ultimate roadie. Though he looks a little pissed off that Elvis stole his radience: "Dude, that's my halo."
In fact, Elvis kinda looks like the Latino Elvis impersontor from the side-stage at the Gilroy Garlic Festival. But hey - why quibble. Likeness is a hard thing to capture. But at least they got Jesus right - the Good Lord would, of course, look like the unkempt Brad Pitt in the red velvet states.
Not only will the Velvet Store satisfy your burnin' love for the big E, but you can hook up with all the kitsch classics - dogs playing cards, the works. The best service though, is the means by which you can send these people a picture - of yourself or, most imporantly, a "loved" one - and have it sent back to you as an Elvis-ized velvet masterpiece.
He was but a lonely, expatriate Russian coder until the day his department pooled their funds for the gift that would shine a light on the King inside. Spaciba bolshoye, sweetlittlemama.
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