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Wells, H. G.

In the Avu Observatory

A few days ago, I took a little trip to Toronto, where the jazz singers scat to sheet music, where wine is poured long before noon, and where the best booksellers refuse to serve the likes of me. While there, I spent a day in rooms full of brainy people as obsessive as I am about books and reading and great literature and using technology in the service of all these things. That’s right: me, your Miette, dropped down in the middle of Booknerdville. Must I even mention that it was terrific?

In the middle of all this, high on cold medicine in an open, hot, noisy college classroom, I set up all my equipment and made today’s audio book with a few of those people. Our makeshift recording studio was less than ideal, and I doled out narration assignments on the fly to whomever would take them. And, in addition to our room being ‘hot’ (both in room temperature and audio-wise), across the hall was another room full of laughing booklovers getting loaded on morning wine. So when you hear the occasional burst of drunken laughter in the background, that’s what it was. Drunk Torontans, courtesy (I hear), of this guy, and I don’t know what they were laughing at. If it’s anything like what I laugh at when I’m drunk at ten thirty in the morning, it was probably inappropriate.

Given those disclaimers, our recording came out not at all badly. And knowing that, I’d love for those of you who read to think of how it might come out if you’re recording where you’re comfortable (not to a room of people, and not a text you’d never seen, and not being pestered by the likes of me.) And, as I mentioned, shoot a note if you have any questions at all.

Many many many thanks to Victor, Ben, Mary, Ron, Jeevan, and Promod for reading with me– I had a blast and you all sound just lovely (and did I forget you? Please email me. And do you have a site or want a link? Also email me).

I hope you had anywhere near as much fun as I did.

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The Red Room

So listen, about today’s story, well, as you’ll know when you listen to the first minute, I’m running low on resources at the moment, tapped, so to speak, at least, until things are nice and orderlied again. And so those willing to share might send their finds and recommendations via the Electronic Scenicroadway to miette (at) hereabouts (domain-wise). And to repay you in advance, why not check here for one of the better audio finds I’ve made in these parts. But I think for best effect, tackle tonight’s story first, OK?

Oh, and well, at the recommendation (read: incessant prodding to the point of NUISANCE, and you know who you are) of more than you than I’m able to count, fine, I’ve made a page on that web site everybody’s talking about where you can be my, well, “Friend,” if you can find me. Though I still can’t imagine why anyone would want to be on any other web site but this?

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