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Written on April 14, 2007, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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I’ve been doing quite a bit of posh carving, recently. The posh carp I like the most (out of the ones I make) is this one where I get to be mostly spontaneous, yet still keeping a beat.

I can make this podcast up as I go along, whenever it occurs to me to do it, and take it in any direction at a moment’s whim, which is one of the main attractions to me of writing Blog of Funk. If I don’t stay true to that, then I’ll simply stop.

When I helped out in this film on Friday, when asked the question, “Why do you blog?” I gave my reason to the Googlers as therapy; by which I meant, the self-expression necessary to my personal contentment and psychological survival, although I don’t think they needed an long-winded piece of high discourse right there and then, they needed soundbites, which I duly gave them.

At long last I feel I’ve found a way to integrate podcasting naturally into what I do, and use it for what it is best at – untrammelled, unedited, intimate glimpses into people lives, coming close to their enthusiasms, observations, and passions.

We were walking in the local city farm, Freightliners, and we could hear the Arsenal Stadium roar as Fabregas delighted the faithful.

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