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I was firmly rooted against podcasts when they first burst onto the scene with youthful enthusiasm. I did not feel they had a place. They were not wanted. I couldn't fathom how something I didn't want was ever going to incent me to go through several steps to get whatever piece of information it considered so precious into my ears. Find it? Download? Upload to iPod? Then I get to listen? No thanks. I'll be over here, actually doing something. Not getting ready to do something.

But of course there was something I didn't consider. You see, we, the people, have the ability to do this. We can create and post our very own podcasts. Now I may never listen to a podcast, ever, (except This American Life. My love for Ira Glass and his wonderful programming is sickening at times.) but I would be so much more inclined to go through what I consider a very rigorous process if the point of origin for said 'cast was a friend or otherwise compatriot.

I think there are applications for this in the romantic sphere as well. Perhaps that could be addressed circa Valentimes Day, for which I have many ideas. And ideas are the lifeblood of this space.

Back to podcasts. I think a short documentary-style podcast covering a ridiculous evening spent with friends would bring much joy to the people who were there, and those that couldn't make it. Or if one of my writer friends would read one of their stories and then make it available for me to hear. Is this making sense? You'd have to have a sense for what works on radio, or at least a sense for storytelling, but it. is. possible. And that should be enough.