Monday night! 8 pm!
Tonight's guest: Tim Beckley
Tune in every Monday evening at 8 PM EST and let the conversation flow. If you would like to join the chat, just press the button and off you go.
A New Way to Listen Between Shows
The following phone number is a special one, so write it down or punch it into your smart phone -- or even your stupid old phone -- and it will connect you to our latest show instantly and any time, day or night. Here it is: 712-432-6962. Commit it to memory, and even if you're on the street and you find an old pay phone, you can pick up the receiver, dial that number, and you will hear our current show!
It's just as easy and amazing and retro and yet brilliant as that! The show repeats over and over and over. It's our own personal communicaions link if you have unlimited minutes, or a basic land line. You can put it on speaker in your car and listen to the show in peace, without any interruptions or worry about bandwidth. Remember bandwidth? The phone lines are thick, and they can handle traffic.
This whole new technology is thanks to the good folks at Talk Stream Live, and if you don't already use this wonderful app, you are missing out.
The little radio player, below, is streaming whatever happens to be playing on a revolving basis on PSN Radio. The sound is turned all the way down for your sanity as you enter the page, so if you want to hear what's playing, just move the slider-dot over to the right. I really want you to hear the keen opening that Angel has created, so try this: Keep the sound on and refresh the page. Learning to refresh is a good skill to develop anyway. Enjoy!
Remember, we meet here every Monday in the early evening, at 8 pm Eastern U.S. time, to be very precise. But precision is not what we're looking for, is it? Rather, we're interested in trying to figure out why we are here, who put us here, and for what purpose. Is there anything past the here and now? When our crockery is lifted out of the dust and the neglect of the ages and brushed off and wondered about by the rubber-fingered scientists of the future ... will our thoughts have survived?
It's our only hope! Like minds gathering in the gathering dusk. What could be better?