I’ve been podcasting at talesfromthelilypad.com
At the Lilypad, I am a frog, I live in a pond, my name is Lily, and I love to tell stories. That last part is true.
It’s an experiment in storytelling in the 21st century. It’s an experiment in building a digital audience and connecting with them. I’m not sure what will come of it, but I plan to stick with it to the iTune of one story a month for a couple of years. Why?
Well…one reason is that I think kids deserve access to stories that aren’t told by the companies that sell them toys. I believe wholesome, imaginative bedtime stories are a fundamental human need and a right too. Kids need stories.
I’ve also noticed that stories need kids. When I have an audience for stories, the stories come to me. If I don’t have a home for stories, the stories don’t come a’knockin’. The podcast is a doorway with a welcome mat set out for stories.
It’s quite quickly moved from being “my podcast” to being “our podcast,” as my 5-year old is very keen on contributing, and the older kids are beginning to move from the role of “critic” to “contributor” as well.
My favourite so far is The Polka Dot.
Happy Easter from the Flurfels
They’re like on-demand radio blogs. Like radio, they’re free listening. Like blogs, you can subscribe to them. And anyone with an internet connection can make or listen to them.
I listen to podcasts when I can’t sleep because I’m suffering from what I would call an over-active mind. Know what I mean? Sometimes I get so sick of hearing my own deep thoughts tumble around in my skull, and I’d just much rather hear someone else’s deep thoughts tumble around in there. That’s when a well-crafted lecture from the comfort of my own pillow is ideal. Jane Goodall doesn’t mind if I fall asleep while she’s talking about the lessons learned in a distinguished career.
Some people love music podcasts. Some love interviews with great people and some love conversational banter between great friends. Podcasts are good at that too.
If you’re not already too jaded by the 21st century to listen to TED talks, in fact if you’ve NEVER listened to a TED Talk, start there. I dare you to not find someone with something interesting to say. My favourite is Brene Brown on Vulnerability.
If you have an iPhone or some other iThingie, look for or install this app. Poke it with your finger. Add some search words for things you like. Listen.
If you don’t have an iThingie, the easiest way to find podcasts is on iTunes.
Here are my favourites:
TVO did a Big Ideas podcast with lots of deep thinkers thinking lots of deep thoughts.
Grammar Girl is great for sleeplessness. I’ve seen it put a tense 9 year old to sleep in under 10. The bonus is, if you can’t sleep, you learn something about participials or some such.
I’m smitten with This American Life. (So is everyone else).
My favourite single podcast episode of all time is Mooallempalooza by 99 Percent Invisible. So good.
Do you listen to podcasts? What do you love?
I’ve been meaning to tell you, dear Reader, “Happy Lunar New Year.” Goodbye Year of the Horse, Hello, Year of the Sheep and / or Ram / and or Goat. That it’s unclear whether it is the year of the sheep or the year of the goat is very non-Western, isn’t it?
When I think of sheep I think docile, I think consumer-culture, and I think Jesus:
Baaaaah. When I think ram, I think Rocky Mountains, I think aggression, and I think trucks. Don’t you?
Throwing goats into the mix, oh man:
But think of our mountain goats in Jasper National Park. I’m going to wish you that kind of a Happy Year of the Goat.
What I mean is this:
I wish you the courage to take a few great leaps this year.
I wish you grace and strength in the difficult spots we invariably find ourselves in.
I wish you wisdom in choosing your battles. (Not like goats.) And strength to fight the ones you do choose.
I hope you remember to be playful and kid around, at least some of the time.
I wish you the kind of pleasure that can only be got from doing something difficult and challenging.
And I hope you find yourself ascending to heights you hadn’t thought possible:
House of Flurfel
By this time of year, it is always clear, that some gifts are hits, and some gifts are …
… not going to get the love you imagined they might. Poor colouring book, without even a scribble of colour even though all the trappings of Christmas are long since tucked away, ‘cept that wreath made of wine corks that I keep forgetting to take down.
But then there’s those surprise hits:
Who knew Uno would steal the show? Thing is though, after many Christmases with kids, I’m beginning to notice an obvious pattern: it’s not the money spent on the gifts that make them the best ones ever, it’s the amount of time you invest in playing with it with the kid you give it to that makes ’em the best gift ever. Have you noticed that too?