Monday, May 6, 2013

#136 - Can I Just Swap Places With Another Kook?


Here's a pic.

Move along.  Not much to see here.  Ok, maybe a little bit.

Taking a break.  When I return, I think this thing will be different.  I may want to write actual blog posts, too. Not quitting.  Just adjusting to enormous changes around me.  It's all in the show.  (And all the others, too.)

thanks,
jim


Sunday, April 21, 2013

#135 - Zuckerman, Not Ziffle

Just looking at this makes my feet hurt.

Enjoy your tasty beverage and snack on this.

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We're talking Holden down to Eugene tomorrow to take a look at the U of O.  Nick will be moving to an apartment with friends next months.  Emily will be starting high school at the end of this summer.  I'm making podcasts and writing funny things down.  

That's how it is.  Not too bad.

There will always be more later-

enjoy,

jim

Sunday, April 14, 2013

#134 - Either You're Dead, Or You Married Cher

It's no 'Boo-Berry'.

On your mark, get set...reference!  Go!

On a strictly boring housekeeping note, I don't know if we're going through the whole planting tomatoes dealy this spring.  Although I found it quite easy, the returns aren't much for what I put into it. I think gardening on a large scale has to be more satisfying, especially for the city folk.  It's a path to zen, I know.  It is relaxing and environmentally sound, I know.  But tomato sauce is so damn cheap...

enjoy, 
jim



Sunday, April 7, 2013

#133 - Mainlining The Whiff

Smell it!

Trust your memory.  This show is cool.  See for yourself.

I'm feeling the need to dive into writing.  Mostly material for the show and things of that ilk.  Not sure if I have enough in the well, so it may be time for a trip to the library.  Or the bookstore, which I prefer. 

This post is going nowhere I tell you!  Nowhere! It's just filler!

Foiled again-

enjoy,
jim

Sunday, March 24, 2013

#132 - Sub-Nothing To Do

The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days.

All will be answered, in great detail, with many undecipherable references to 80's TV, right about here.

Honestly, my well runs dry with all the podcasting.  I choose not to write about wishes and dreams, so I stick to the tangible and concrete.  My thermal socks are a little tight.  I'm wondering if there are any Trader Joe's peanut butter cups left.  My nose itches.

have a thing and enjoy it,

jim

Sunday, March 17, 2013

#131 - Someone Flushed A Toilet And Sincerity Left

Ladies and gentlemen, Boz Scaggs.

The ironing is delicious.  Sample some here.

There is a small part of my brain that wishes it was at one with the cosmos like a Buddhist monk.  Just a leaf on a stream, taking the rapids for what they are and appreciating the mere existence of the current itself.  But I also like to chit-chat.  Chatter involves exploration, dissection, and huge ladles of sarcasm to keep from going batshit crazy.  I can appreciate being of one mind and I hope I get there one day.  Right now, I still like getting dirty every now and then with thought and opinion.

It makes for a better show.  Now, if I could just cut back on the casual swearing.

enjoy-
jim

Sunday, March 10, 2013

#130 - A Box Of Small Plastic Red Footballs

Only a single rainbow.

Distract yourself from your duties here.

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A lot of chit-chat out of my talk-hole lately about appreciating the art created by your friends and family.  Of course this relates to my insatiable need for attention and to be heard, but I really think it's another sign of the loss of common courtesy.  I realize we all have busy lives or at least we tell ourselves so, but there is nothing wrong with giving up a few moments in out week for other people.  For no money, for no gain.  Just to be nice.  Good.  Sweet.  Helpful.  A dear friend.  A good guy.

Yeah, I'll leave it there.

Happy soon-to-be springtime,

jim

Sunday, March 3, 2013

#129 - Negative Three Confidence

Yes, we know we these guys are.

Insert your favorite 80's television reference here.

It was time-warp time sitting with Andy.  Flashbacks of hours-long conversations about M&M's, Rubber Soul, and the meaning of corn came rushing back like so many water metaphors.  I'll get him in for at least another one of these shows, probably with much sillier and dumber topics, in the weeks to come.

Find Andy's new album for sale here.

Life is so wonderfully slowing down, and with each enlarging minute comes new time to goof off and/or finish  chores.  The Mrs. and I had a one-night getaway on Monday just to enjoy each other's company and eat swank food.  I loved the osso bucco, and Amy loved the rabbit pate. We had several other animals and vegetables, but mostly we just slowed down for a little while. That'll do, donkey.

enjoy the things, more to come-

jim

Sunday, February 24, 2013

#128 - A Family's Heart Is In Its Face

Astoria, OR. Birthplace of 'The Goonies' and sideways rain.

You are welcome in the home of this podcast.  Whatever that means.  Here you go.

I'm excited about a bunch of new shows coming up.  I have a friend coming in from the east coast who will make a debut.  (Shouldn't be too hard to guess.)  I also have a couple opportunities in the future that may prove to be rad.

You don't hear 'rad' much anymore. 

This episode is the first half of a chat with Dylan.  I have a new snowball-style microphone, and he is stuffing tiny bunnies with cotton. You know...man shit.

Enjoy.
-jim


Sunday, January 27, 2013

#127 - The Pyramids Are Made Out Of Laundry Baskets


Private driveway, somewhere outside of Gaston, OR

Please use caution while clicking here.

It's simply amazing what you can see and hear when you acquire the ability to shut the hell up for a few minutes.

Enjoy my creative outlet.

-jim

Sunday, January 20, 2013

#126 - Silly Goose


Source of the 'dumb guy voice'.

Pull up a chair.  Really.  Download here.

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Holidays are over and all the extra fun is put away.  Only one football game left and it's time to eat like an adult again.  Time to clean out the garage, get your bills in order and see what needs fixing.

January sucks.

-enjoy the show-

jim