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    dear reader/listener/viewer/enjoyer/co-conspirator:
    lest i be judged for it, i inform you now that this project continues to be a scratch pad, a space for experimentation

    in other words, enjoy what you find here, and feel free to participate, but try not to take anything personal, and don't believe that this project presents an accurate view of me or my life

    this is a window, certainly, but one that hasn't been cleaned in quite some time

    your view may be foggy, obscure...you may see things that aren't really there...

    --harold

    want some background music?
    please consider downloading my most recent music podcast.

    and yes, i love my mom and my dad;
    they've always been good to me, no matter what impression you may have received here

    they never locked me in a cellar or anything
     
    highlighted post from the archives: me rambling about a new job (from two years ago)
    i recently messed with the archives, so they may not work correctly, but you may take your chances:
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    i once was an active member of the

    association of music podcasting

    musicpodcasting.org

    along with these fine music podcasters:

    all florida indies - bing futch
    audio gumshoe - rich palmer
    audio popcorn - krash coarse
    aural icebergs music cast - tiffany rapplean
    capital rock show - bucket aka jason
    darkhorse radio - alan carr
    ears to hear - jill lawton
    eclectic mix - george l smyth
    homegrown podcast - nic treadwell
    indiefeed - chris macdonald
    le jazz affair - sal calfa
    rubyfruit radio - heather smith
    sober cafe podcast - gracie hollombe
    sundown lounge - larry winfield
    tempo of the down - harold (that's me!)
    the darkcompass podcast - rowland cutler
    the fabrications podcast - matt macfarlane
    the phill(er) - phill ramey
    the radiozoom podcast - john bollwitt
    thepillarcast.com - jon tucker
    uc radio podshow - michael yusi
    zaldor's world - les zaldor

    ¡the text on this blog wants to leap out of its borders!

    this is...

    something that happened

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    		stories by harold j. johnson, in various formats - including text, audio, video, and podcasts
     
     
    Monday, September 03, 2007  

    This morning I awoke from a dream in which Joy and I had both realized that we shared an admiration for Queensryche's song "Silent Lucidity". We were listening to the song, or it was playing in the background of the dream we were both inhabiting, or perhaps Joy and I were merely thinking of the song at the same time: she told me that she wanted the album, too, somehow knowing that I'd been wanting the record. So I made certain to locate the album at a record store which, as far as I know, only exists in my mind.



    For some reason I often dream of the house on Fair Park, Joy's house: it's (to my child-memory) vast yards, the shaded front porch, the cool interior and hardwood floors. In my dreams, I recall a record player inhabiting a large wooden encasement; this marvelous appliance was located near the entrance to the house. I recall L.A. Dodgers paraphernalia decorating the area near the unit, a memory which may stem from a Big Blue Wrecking Crew record Joy kept somewhere near the record player. I recall an adventurous kitchen in which assorted delights were prepared and lovely conversations shared over a pull-down ironing board. (Did the latter item really exist or is it a figment of my imagination?) I remember the sound of the kitchen sink, the bathtub, the porch door, the hardwood floors, the backyard hose, the glorious television. I recall the sound of the clothes dryer providing the soundtrack to playing on the cool grass of the back yard, all the while avoiding running into a bird pond fixture which always seemed to be gathering more and more colorful residue. The smell (and taste) of popcorn: cuddling up on a couch to watch a movie.



    Joy there, possessing this house, bestowing her love on its living room, its sleeping rooms, its hallway, its cool corners, its hot pockets. Embracing the sunlight's slivery rays through the shadowy spaces. Covering a blank fridge with her personality: it's a magnet for her love. Ornamenting an empty windowsill with trinkets reflecting her sense of style: an artful treatment toward this cherished house. Joy there now, sweet voice emanating, welcoming friends, neighbors (soon-to-be-friends), friend's friends. This woman, an energy lifting spirits, imbibing spirits, cultivating love through honest participation with others. Joy there again, following her heart, which is always pure.



    My friend, my other mother. We were once engaged: Joy and I were to marry one day, but then she found the real man of her dreams. Ah, so it goes...but I can still find my joy: in my own dreams, and by putting myself to sleep, silently lucid.

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    Saturday, September 01, 2007  

    The FlashMeeting is over, for today, and there's a recording of it available here. A fellow named Dave checked in during the session, as well as some guys in Germany, where they're currently attending VlogEurope. John Leeke also stopped by and we chatted briefly about his video project as well as his own participation in FlashMeeting videoconferencing.



    I'd promised to take over the moderation responsibilities for the videobloggers' FlashMeetings ever since attending Pixelodeon earlier this year, so if you're interested in videoblogging and want to attend a future session, stay tuned. I'll post a schedule (or a link to one) sometime soon.

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    Throughout the day, I am monitoring/moderating a FlashMeeting on videoblogging. FlashMeeting is a videoconferencing application based on the Adobe Flash "plug in" and Flash Media Server. Maintained by the Open University, the application is made available to a number of organizations for use in research settings. FlashMeeting is recorded, so please keep that in mind if you decide to join the session. Also, since FlashMeetings are intended for research (rather than purely commercial or purely casual) purposes, please stay on topic if you decide to join the videoconference:



    VIDEOBLOGGING FlashMeeting



    Today's FlashMeeting is being utilized as a live virtual space for videobloggers worldwide to engage with eachother; VlogEurope and PodCamp UK attendees and other videobloggers are heartily welcomed to check in at anytime to keep us informed about their goings-on!


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