Everything must go

The movers came Thursday and took away all my stuff.

Now it’s just me, an exercise mat I’m using to sleep on, my laptop, and my military duffel bags.

It’s terribly Japanese, and actually I like it, although my bum gets a little sore from the floor after a while. I’d get a few cushions if we weren’t leaving in a bit. I’m not big on the having-lots-of-stuff gig.

So we’re down to the final week. I’ll be posting a few more times before the send off, but I may be a while before I can reconnect. Please don’t leave me, I’ll be back. It’s just a matter of finding a connection to the cyberific world of the internet in the torrid wastes of the Iraqi desert.

I’m looking at options for starting a Podcast while I’m deployed. There are a couple of microphones you can buy for iPods, turning them into dictaphones with hours and hours of recording time. The idea is to have a sort of weekly reality-show sort of episode thing.

I’m not shooting to make it into anything epic, just to give people a chance at what soldiers talk about during those long hours of waiting on patrol. It’s not ALL women and sports, and we cover a lot of life issues under the backdrop of bombs and gunfire. There are incredible people in the military, personality-wise.

It’ll be a good chance for me to use the radio skills I picked up in college (broadcasting major, whodathought?). Ask BroGonzo, I have a terribly sexy radio voice 😉

It’s unequivocally a no-no by the Army types, but there’s good odds that (A) They have no idea what Podcasts are; and (B) They won’t be able to form a committee to discuss ways of drafting a memo to request a formal inquiry to decide if they should pass a regulation banning Podcasts…before I leave Iraq.

More later, friends. For now I’m going to numb my mind surfing around and packing a bit.

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