Why write...when you can podcast.
Testing, testing. One, two, three. Tap, tap – is this thing on?
I’ve recently discovered the joys(?) of podcasting and, frankly, I’m a little concerned.
It used to be that if you wanted to moan, dribble or just generally subject your unfocused ramblings on the world you at least had to make a bit of an effort. Initially for most ordinary people this involved standing on street corners yelling at people. Writing remained exclusively for the rich and well educated. With the introduction of schooling for the masses it became possible for any Tom, Dick or Harry to pick up a quill and record their opinions for posterity.
Inventions came along to make this easier of course, better pens, bound notebooks, typewriters (closely followed by Tipex) and finally word processors. Soon everybody could note, jot and scribble to their hearts content. Of course it was still difficult to find an audience who might want to read your crap but then, with a heralding of angels, the internet appeared and solved that little problem. The point was though, you still actually had to sit down and make the effort to write what you wanted to say, hell some people even edited.
With the advent of podcasting all that has changed. Suddenly you can just talk, rant or rave from the comfort of your couch, pop it on the internet and, hey presto, instant global audience. The trouble is this easy approach seems to attract exactly the sort of people that you spend your time in airports avoiding, the kind that really really believe strongly in something (what isn’t important) and think that you should too.
There was a ray of hope offered by the large number of sites that offer podcasts on the subject of sex (imagine that, and on the internet of all places) but it quickly becomes apparent that listening to, inevitably, perky people discussing how fabulous porn is just makes you wish you’d spent your time downloading some pictures instead.
Actually now that I think about it, podcasting is merely the 21st Century’s standing on street corners yelling at people. We’ve come full circle folks, now that’s progress.
I’ve recently discovered the joys(?) of podcasting and, frankly, I’m a little concerned.
It used to be that if you wanted to moan, dribble or just generally subject your unfocused ramblings on the world you at least had to make a bit of an effort. Initially for most ordinary people this involved standing on street corners yelling at people. Writing remained exclusively for the rich and well educated. With the introduction of schooling for the masses it became possible for any Tom, Dick or Harry to pick up a quill and record their opinions for posterity.
Inventions came along to make this easier of course, better pens, bound notebooks, typewriters (closely followed by Tipex) and finally word processors. Soon everybody could note, jot and scribble to their hearts content. Of course it was still difficult to find an audience who might want to read your crap but then, with a heralding of angels, the internet appeared and solved that little problem. The point was though, you still actually had to sit down and make the effort to write what you wanted to say, hell some people even edited.
With the advent of podcasting all that has changed. Suddenly you can just talk, rant or rave from the comfort of your couch, pop it on the internet and, hey presto, instant global audience. The trouble is this easy approach seems to attract exactly the sort of people that you spend your time in airports avoiding, the kind that really really believe strongly in something (what isn’t important) and think that you should too.
There was a ray of hope offered by the large number of sites that offer podcasts on the subject of sex (imagine that, and on the internet of all places) but it quickly becomes apparent that listening to, inevitably, perky people discussing how fabulous porn is just makes you wish you’d spent your time downloading some pictures instead.
Actually now that I think about it, podcasting is merely the 21st Century’s standing on street corners yelling at people. We’ve come full circle folks, now that’s progress.
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