Back in 2005, when iPods were as thick and unwieldy as bricks of cream cheese, I discovered podcasts. They were kind of like crack, if crack were free and administered through headphones.
I listened to podcasts every day on my runs around the Twin Cities. When winter came and my iPod battery froze ten minutes into every workout, I had a friend knit me a cozy so I could keep listening when the temperatures dipped into the negative numbers.
A year later, when I accidentally dropped my iPod through a sewer grate (more about that in future posts), I spent two hours trying to fish it out with duct tape, dowels, brooms, and a set of ski poles. Eventually, I called the city. Twenty minutes later, a bemused worker lifted the grate and plucked it out.
But I digress. The iPod was somewhat worse for the wear (as you might imagine), and never recovered. Even though I was making almost no money, it took me less than 24 hours to decide to shell out $300 for a new one.
The point, I guess, is that I love podcasts. I love listening to them and searching for new ones and starting practically every sentence with “So, I was listening to this podcast…” which sometimes makes me sound like the girl who couldn’t stop talking about band camp. It sometimes makes my friends and family roll their eyes. (In a way I like to think of as loving.)
Which is why I’m here now. There are lots of awful podcasts, and if you’re trying to wade through iTunes and find a few good ones, I’m hoping this can serve as part of the decision-making process.
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