podcasting, redux.

talking is something i'm always happy to do. here i am being interviewed for the web 2.0 podcast show, for example.

the guys who run this were a lot of fun, very animated, and we talked for over an hour. i'm sure they cut it down, though i can't say that with any certainly — i haven't listened to it because i can't stand hearing myself talk. so, if you would, try it out and let me know how i did.

now's probably as good a time as any to mention that i'm planning to start my own podcast real soon now. figure if i tell enough people i'll have to actually do it.

you can make it anywhere.

i got my own category on valleywag. i have finally, finally made it. though why this post isn't included is beyond me.

turntablist, tx.

back from sxswi and, while there's a lot i could say about it, the most memorable is this: dj mel is the greatest dj i have ever seen. and i come from san francisco, a city lousy with talented djs.

but there was something about dj mel — the way he combined wildly eclectic and unpretentious song choices with serious scratching skillz; they way he combined men without hats and 50 cent, and kept it working much longer than it had any right to. all of which kept everybody, everybody dancing; micki comes up to me around 1am, grabs me by the shoulders, and screams over the thumping: "i really want to go to the next party, but this dj is so fucking good!"

we're definitely flying dj mel out for the next ap party.

adaptive headache.

funny thing, it's also the five year anniversary of this hangover.