Blogging is still happening every week, I'm just doing it over here now. Each week I get behind a mic, hit record, and gab grapes, while sipping something fermented and fun with my friend Steph. This may shock you, but Val loves her some talking time.
After the recording I put in a few hours of post-production and am learning more than I ever cared to about audio editing. But again, if sitting on a Swiss ball in my yoga pants clicking, clipping, and giving my mouse batteries a workout each week is wrong, I don't wanna be right. Then I scribble up the blog post or what we call the "seasoning" to the content we're cooking up each week. Naturally, there's some well-placed snark because, well, Val.
Just this week we were talking about wine grapes, and I mispronounced Savagnin. Instantly I thought back to my time in the south of France where I mispronounced everything. And apparently, I struggled with pronoun placement issues on French exams, and made bad puns about this poor dude.
Remember him? This was when my French was at its best, but was still the worst. This week I came running back to this blog to reminisce, journal style, about that time when I had nothing better to do than hang out in Europe and put things in my mouth (not this dude, mind you). For over two years, I would go, see, learn, taste, drink, or do something new (or incredibly stupid), and then scurry over here and make words happen - like it mattered.
After I once again made an ass of myself on audio this past week, I once again scurried over here to relive some of my past silliness. Fueled by Gewurztraminer, giggles, and good old sappy nostalgia I couldn't resist digging up some past buffoonery. I also couldn't resist posting it to Twitter and the book of face - again, like it mattered.
It's different making words happen through a microphone, recording them, usually whilst imbibing. And it's very different to keep hearing your voice in your headphones as you editwithout scratching your eyes out, as opposed to editing written words. It's certainly fun to have a friend write the show with you, correct you when you bumble, and help create something from "two unique voices" (to quote our most recent iTunes review). There's still a lot of thought, the words still matter, as does the reason for creating the content in the first place. Hashtag #ChatterThatMatters.
But it's good to come back here, curl up, and just let the words play between my finger tips and brainmatter fluff. For just a little while, my mouth is closed, my laptop is open, and my being is quiet. The only chatter is from the keyboard. It's bliss. And bliss? It matters too. It's where this whole blog thing started. As much as I love me some talking time, I also like to give my jaws a break and let the fingers do the talking.
Speaking also of bliss, Steph had this animation done as a surprise to celebrate kicking off our fourth season. I was over the moon at the thought that she and John at Odd Pumpkin Studios in England put into this.
And just like that I'm a cartoon. That seems about right.
Peace, love, and digital chatter ~
After the recording I put in a few hours of post-production and am learning more than I ever cared to about audio editing. But again, if sitting on a Swiss ball in my yoga pants clicking, clipping, and giving my mouse batteries a workout each week is wrong, I don't wanna be right. Then I scribble up the blog post or what we call the "seasoning" to the content we're cooking up each week. Naturally, there's some well-placed snark because, well, Val.
Just this week we were talking about wine grapes, and I mispronounced Savagnin. Instantly I thought back to my time in the south of France where I mispronounced everything. And apparently, I struggled with pronoun placement issues on French exams, and made bad puns about this poor dude.Remember him? This was when my French was at its best, but was still the worst. This week I came running back to this blog to reminisce, journal style, about that time when I had nothing better to do than hang out in Europe and put things in my mouth (not this dude, mind you). For over two years, I would go, see, learn, taste, drink, or do something new (or incredibly stupid), and then scurry over here and make words happen - like it mattered.
After I once again made an ass of myself on audio this past week, I once again scurried over here to relive some of my past silliness. Fueled by Gewurztraminer, giggles, and good old sappy nostalgia I couldn't resist digging up some past buffoonery. I also couldn't resist posting it to Twitter and the book of face - again, like it mattered.
It's different making words happen through a microphone, recording them, usually whilst imbibing. And it's very different to keep hearing your voice in your headphones as you edit
But it's good to come back here, curl up, and just let the words play between my finger tips and brain
Speaking also of bliss, Steph had this animation done as a surprise to celebrate kicking off our fourth season. I was over the moon at the thought that she and John at Odd Pumpkin Studios in England put into this.
And just like that I'm a cartoon. That seems about right.
Peace, love, and digital chatter ~
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