October 25, 2006

this week's podcast is overspill from last week's. There is just so much content out there, it's amazing!

This week's audio goodness features:

• novel by mw, read by paraclete
• nathan, this is unacceptable by dem bones, read by angela
• interview with Lord Brawl
• Going to Kevin's, by lovejoyman

It's good stuff. Get it now.

You know you want to.

H.

Direct download at http://e2podcast.spunkotronic.com/e2pod9.mp3

Whilst I was a young boy I, like many others, owned a Cap Gun. Unlike most however, I did not realise the dangers of such a toy, or at least its ammunition, if used in an inappropriate manner.

Our schools P&C had been employed to cater for a Motor Cycle Endurance event in my home town and thus I had to attend with my mother. I had just recently purchased a cap gun from somewhere and I wanted to show it off to all my friends so I brought it along with me.

All was going well, we were firing it at random objects and no doubt one another when the centre of this story began to unfold. At the property the endurance ride was being held at, there was a big old tree with huge roots that came out of the ground and were good fun for climbing and running all over. We were chasing one another on the roots when all of a sudden I slipped and I heard a huge bang behind me. I was startled and thought it was someone playing around with a bike when all of a sudden I felt a pain in my backside. I looked down and there was a hole where my pocket had been and a mass of red plastic stuck to my skin. I quickly removed the plastic, tearing away the first few layers of skin with it and creating an amount of pain quite powerful to a young lad such as myself.

It had turned out that the power of the fall onto the roots had been enough to set off all of the caps that I had been carrying in my back pocket. After further investigation we found that the packet the caps had come in had a warning stating "Do not carry in pockets". I managed to receive further humiliation from a small article in the local newspaper and from that day on I never carried caps in my pockets

Hi everybody! I hope you’re all well and good! I know I am. I hope that you all had a real nice summer and it was as good as mine. Now that it’s over and soccer season is coming to an end I hope I can write some more stuff in the coming months.

The other day was my birthday and I turned 12. The main things I got were a new mountain bike (dad) and a new digital camera (mom) along with some books on architecture, some CD’s and some DVD’s.

A lot of kids at my school are Catholics and take religion classes. When they’re done they spend an awful lot of time talking about faith. I don’t take the classes. It’s not because I don’t believe in God or anything but I think that whatever it is, it comes in too many forms for us to figure out and I don’t know enough about all the different religions to say who's right and who's wrong.

The other day in the schoolyard I felt the wind on my face and started to wonder where it went when I couldn’t feel it anymore. I thought that just because I couldn’t feel it anymore doesn’t mean it still wasn’t there. I think that’s what faith is.

I wrote a poem about it and called it “I Am The Wind”. I hope you like it!

I Am The Wind

Some people might say I’m a saint
And others might say I’m a sinner
I’ve got some news for all of them
In my eyes I’m still a beginner

Many have come before and left
I’ve seen their footprints in the sand
They make up little parts of me
They make me who I am

Many are left that are still to come
People that I’ll never get to know
But my light will shine behind their eyes
And to help their children grow

I’m the whispering sound of the wind
That’s like some forgotten breeze
The one that whistles soft and low
As it rustles through the trees.

You think it’s gone but it still remains
To makes its pass around the Earth
It’s seen more than any of us have seen
The sorrow, the joy, the misery, the mirth

It carries with it a piece of us
Good and bad, sweet and sour
And leaves it scattered in the future
Where there is no final hour.

/me says: Some very minor edits for cadence and rhythm and all the links provided by yours truly. The rest is all hers.