за бъдещето на podcasting-a

една интересна статия за бъдещето на podcasting-a и в частност блоговете

в която се казва че:

"Personal Podcasting, like personal blogs, is a fad and will fade. Just like personal sites were a fad in the early days of the Web. People experiment because content creation can be fun, sort of like finger-painting was back in preschool, but people also run out of creative energy, and the maintenance of a site, blog or Podcast becomes a chore. And the content gets boring, and the audience goes away"

Авторът завършва  със:

"I’ve been in the media all my professional life and have spent years
trying to understand audience behavior. I can’t always tell what the
masses will like, but I am pretty good at calling losers. And as a mass
medium, Podcasting will be one of them."

а какво да съдържа ==

но понеже съм изпразнен от съдържание……….

колкото до статията

за първи път  прочетох  отрицателно мнение, в общата еуфория

и си мисля, че автора не е далеч от истината че подкастинга,  ще продължи да съществува, но ще го правят професионалисти ==

например:
Аз като любител, ще направя 1-2 подкаста и дори да се абонира някой, което не ми се вярва (а и много да се абонират,  какво от това) ==
ще направя още 10-на и няма да "издържа" ще се откажа ==
или ще искам подкаста да "стане"
по-професионален, ще ми е нужна по-професионална техника (приличен микрофон и mixer) за начало==
трябва да намеря време … и ако продължа, защото аудиторията нараства, както и рекламодателите, лека полека ще се превърна в професионалист (в това значение на думата, че изкарвам пари за това което правя) ==
Този сценарий е възможен в щатите, но тук се съмнявам че може да се "случи" ===

съгласен съм с автора, че след модния бум нещата ще утихнат и подкастинга ще бъде една underground  опция на традиционното радио

каквато е и сега ==

но  си мислех, че той до такава степен ще набере скорост, че традиционното радио, ще почне да се "съобразява",  да го копира ===

като гледам FeedDemon-a ми се е понапълнил с RSS feeds

а и iTunes се е понапълнил с podcasting-и,

а същия този тип в друга статия  RSS: Not on My Desktop

пише че: "………. part of the problem is that
feeds— while empowering in some ways—also remove some of the user’s
independence. "

с което също съм съгласен

трябва да продължа да се трудя

трябваше да напиша нещо

Защо обичам да вали - 10 причини

1.Чувстваш се в "особенно" настроение, а не в стандартното, ежедневно .......
2. Страхотно време за творчество  == особенно ако си в къща (със или без камина)
3. Слънцето не грее гадно и безмилостно == особенно ако си в София, а не на море   
4. Прочиства въздуха и ....  == макар, че София е чист град
5. Страхотни гледки (със или без звуци)
6. Обичам да карам когато вали
7. I'm singin' in the rain и/или Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
8. Използваш чадър (българския) или дъждобран (ако искаш и ако имаш)
9. Няма тълпа по улиците
10. Всичко останало, което го няма предишните 9 причини

Kакво съм "загубил" някъде във вселената

• song writing
• защо не ми стига времето
• отпуска - къде и как
• кога пак ще отида на piano bar
• кога ще карам blades
• защо вече не чета партитури
• кога ще слушам пак LP's
• кога ще направя podcast

прахосмукачката

погледнах в ръководството и тя проработи (ха-ха) - какво нещо е щастието (ха-ха)

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BEETHOVEN'S LETTERS

Born with a passionate and excitable temperament, keenly susceptible to the pleasures of society, I was yet obliged early in life to isolate myself, and to pass my existence in solitude. If I at any time resolved to surmount all this, oh! how cruelly was I again repelled by the experience, sadder than ever, of my defective hearing!--and yet I found it impossible to say to others: Speak louder; shout! for I am deaf! Alas! how could I proclaim the deficiency of a sense which ought to have been more perfect with me than with other men,--a sense which I once possessed in the highest perfection, to an extent, indeed, that few of my profession ever enjoyed! Alas, I cannot do this! Forgive me therefore when you see me withdraw from you with whom I would so gladly mingle. My misfortune is doubly severe from causing me to be misunderstood. No longer can I enjoy recreation in social intercourse, refined conversation, or mutual outpourings of thought. Completely isolated, I only enter society when compelled to do so. I must live like an exile. In company I am assailed by the most painful apprehensions, from the dread of being exposed to the risk of my condition being observed. It was the same during the last six months I spent in the country. My intelligent physician recommended me to spare my hearing as much as possible, which was quite in accordance with my present disposition, though sometimes, tempted by my natural inclination for society, I allowed myself to be beguiled into it. But what humiliation when any one beside me heard a flute in the far distance, while I heard nothing, or when others heard a shepherd singing, and I still heard nothing! Such things brought me to the verge of desperation, and wellnigh caused me to put an end to my life. Art! art alone, deterred me. Ah! how could I possibly quit the world before bringing forth all that I felt it was my vocation to produce?^[2] And thus I spared this miserable life--so utterly miserable that any sudden change may reduce me at any moment from my best condition into the worst. It is decreed that I must now choose Patience for my guide! This I have done. I hope the resolve will not fail me, steadfastly to persevere till it may please the inexorable Fates to cut the thread of my life. Perhaps I may get better, perhaps not. I am prepared for either. Constrained to become a philosopher in my twenty-eighth year!^[3] This is no slight trial, and more severe on an artist than on any one else. God looks into my heart, He searches it, and knows that love for man and feelings of benevolence have their abode there! Oh! ye who may one day read this, think that you have done me injustice, and let any one similarly afflicted be consoled, by finding one like himself, who, in defiance of all the obstacles of Nature, has done all in his power to be included in the ranks of estimable artists and men. My brothers Carl and Johann, as soon as I am no more, if Professor Schmidt [see Nos. 18 and 23] be still alive, beg him in my name to describe my malady, and to add these pages to the analysis of my disease, that at least, so far as possible, the world may be reconciled to me after my death. I also hereby declare you both heirs of my small fortune (if so it may be called). Share it fairly, agree together and assist each other. You know that anything you did to give me pain has been long forgiven. I thank you, my brother Carl in particular, for the attachment you have shown me of late. My wish is that you may enjoy a happier life, and one more free from care, than mine has been. Recommend Virtue to your children; that alone, and not wealth, can ensure happiness. I speak from experience. It was Virtue alone which sustained me in my misery; I have to thank her and Art for not having ended my life by suicide. Farewell! Love each other. I gratefully thank all my friends, especially Prince Lichnowsky and Professor Schmidt. I wish one of you to keep Prince L----'s instruments; but I trust this will give rise to no dissension between you. If you think it more beneficial, however, you have only to dispose of them. How much I shall rejoice if I can serve you even in the grave! So be it then! I joyfully hasten to meet Death. If he comes before I have had the opportunity of developing all my artistic powers, then, notwithstanding my cruel fate, he will come too early for me, and I should wish for him at a more distant period; but even then I shall be content, for his advent will release me from a state of endless suffering. Come when he may, I shall meet him with courage. Farewell! Do not quite forget me, even in death; I deserve this from you, because during my life I so often thought of you, and wished to make you happy. Amen!

LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN