Warning: This is the stream of consciousness text behind the podcast. It may contain incomplete sentences, incorrect grammar, and other mistakes. JSYK


Yes, it’s another week of this long term experiment I call “the podcast”. Why do I call it an experiment? Because it changes all the time. It’s been through at 4 names (that I can remember). I’ve tried multiple formats, multiple process, and, well, here we are.

My philosophy has always been — Podcast like no one is listening. Because let’s face it, sometimes, no one may ever listen. But it’s the same as Dance like no one is watching. It’s about ME!! It’s what I want; its what makes me feel however I want to feel. But it turns out that has not always been the case.

In my non-herion induced distracted mode this week I came across a story about the “Dancing Plague of 1518”. Really, a dancing plaque? I mean plague? (Sorry, the G and Q look so similar). Anyway…


So go ahead and dance like no one is watching, but stop to eat, and sleep, and other stuff too.

I want birds to suddenly appear when I am near. I want the inner chaos in my brain to calm and let me relax. I want people to stop yelling and start listening and thinking. I want Klondike bars to be zero calories. I want to have deep meaningful conversations about life, infinity, the universe, time, cookies, cake, and the importance of the Oxford comma. I want someone to go get drive thru at Taco Bell and eat it in the car. I want some happiness to go along with the sadness. Also I want to send naked selfies to someone who wants to see them. And a puppy.

— The Distracted Philosopher