2009, November 1
LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of Parting by Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855). This was the Weekly Poetry project for October 25th, 2009.
Running time=1m 53s (mp3@64kb)
Big thanks to RuthieG at LV (poem MC this turn), for helping me with some of the recording issues I had this week. She’s a superstar!
2009, October 25
Awaiting the project to be marked as complete, this page will be updated as soon as that happens.LibriVox volunteers bring you 20 recordings of History of a Life by Bryan Waller Procter (pseud. Barry Cornwall, 1787-1874). This was the Weekly Poetry project for October 18th, 2009.
Running time=1m 21s (mp3@64kb)
This way to the download locations & the poem text…
2009, October 24
Chapter 8
Whoever is doing the spying against the intrepid duo is very good & really creepy.
Someone knows about Vayl’s aversion to snakes and has the contacts to deploy a snake into Vayl’s luggage. Lucky for him that most of his clothes required for the mission last night were in a different bag, otherwise the snake might have been alive when he opened the suitcase.
Lucky for Jaz too, ’cause now she has the image of an extremely well built & naked Vayl imprinted on her retinas. Even if she did avert her gaze after busting into his room, two seconds is a heck of a long time for such an event. She more than likes what she has seen, so despite what I said about the last chapter, it seems the sexual tension has been cranked up anyway.
First the God’s Arm goons. Then the snake. Now the blood. Who is doing this?
Jaz then finds out that his blood supply has also been tainted. So (more…)
2009, October 22
Chapter 7
Vayl is a fantastic person to work for/with.
How many bosses order a high class breakfast for you, laden with all the food you love to eat on those special mornings. i.e. The mornings that you wake up bruised & battered thanks to some covert, underhanded, sneaky bad guys.
Only in fiction can this ever happen.
So, as Jaz salutes Vayl, so do I.
I saluted his closed door with my mug and said, “To you, Boss. May you never realize how much I truly like you.”
2009, October 21
Chapter 6
Jaz is clearly dreaming, hence the cricket. I’ve had dreams like that too, where reality peeks into the dream state. You can wake up with a serious sense of disorientation mind. Can’t see Vayl trilling like a cricket, but dreams have a habit of not making much sense sometimes. In any case, she answers the blasted trilling phone (who has a ring tone that sounds like a chirruping cricket?!)
She is partnered with a vampire and has probably saved the world once or thrice herself, hotshot CIA agent that she is, and yet Jaz still has a pregnant sister with a stable life & family, a brother who is in an equally butt-kicking world saving vocation AND has as ass of a Dad who is apparently a highly decorated, retired, marine. (more…)
2009, October 19
I’ve had a chat or two with a one or two chums who know about my LibriVox’ing adventures and they had a question.
Q: Why don’t I just add the poem text to my posts?
A: Haven’t a clue! I preferred linking to the original source more for convenience’s sake but as the question has been posed, I don’t see why I shouldn’t enclose the poem itself as well. They are public domain so no-one should have reason to complain. (Although, some people find a reason to complain about anything and everything, which can be highly amusing to watch and occasionally insightful & thought-provoking.) (more…)
2009, October 18
LibriVox volunteers bring you 8 recordings of The Last Buccaneer by Thomas Babbington Macaulay (1800-1859).
This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for October 4th, 2009.
Running time=2m 9s (mp3@64kb)
This way to the download locations & the poem text…
