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Papercasting

By now, you’ve probably heard of podcasting. Heck, you may be experimenting with doing your own podcasts. They’re great for certain types of content–and they’re especially good if:

  • You don’t want that pesky Google finding your content.
  • You want to thrwart any sort of indexing or searching of your content
  • You like the sound of your own voice, and think others should too.
  • But for those of us who only fall into the first categories, podcasting may carry a little too much of a footprint. If you haven’t mastered GarageBand or some other multitrack editing tool (or don’t own one), creating polished podcasts may be difficult.

    For those who want all of the advantages of podcasting without the audio, I’m taking blogging to the next level in inaccessibility and security: Papercasting. Using a paper-based logging device (a notebook) with a Fischer Space Pen, I record up-to-the minute notes on the day’s events. Then I scan the page for the day and upload it–if you don’t have a scanner, a digital camera may do the trick if set for the appropriate image quality and focal point.

    Here’s my papercasting plog (paper weblog).

    Next, I have to figure out how to do a fax gateway so I can moblog from Kinko’s.

    If you want to see a sample plog entry, click below.

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    Because of Winn Dixie, I’m torqued.

    OK, so I took Zoë to see “Because of Winn Dixie” today. It was well-acted, and Zoë enjoyed it, but I found myself debating about whether it was really a good movie or if it was overly-engineered to be emotionally manipulative. I mean, I found myself being plucked by the heartstrings with a little too much regularity for it to feel spontaneos and genuine.

    Of course, it’s a freakin’ kid’s movie.

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    Because of Winn Dixie, I'm torqued.

    OK, so I took Zoë to see “Because of Winn Dixie” today. It was well-acted, and Zoë enjoyed it, but I found myself debating about whether it was really a good movie or if it was overly-engineered to be emotionally manipulative. I mean, I found myself being plucked by the heartstrings with a little too much regularity for it to feel spontaneos and genuine.

    Of course, it’s a freakin’ kid’s movie.

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