Being Amber Rhea

Audio recording of Revisiting Naked on the Internet panel (Sex 2.0)

The audio from the Revisiting Naked on the Internet panel at Sex 2.0 has been posted as an episode of (un)ConCast. Listen below or download it here.

Sundries

(Am I the only one who always reads “sundries” as “sun-dries,” like the plural for sun-dried tomatoes?)

Been busy w/ work and the new house. Hate saying something like that because it sounds so cliché, and also because I hate when people use “I’m busy” as a go-to excuse for everything. Hello, everyone is busy, it’s nothing special.

Anyway, here are some summaries of what’s been happening.

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Monday I went to the Feminism2.0 conference in Washington, DC, with Ren. The subject matter and issues discussed were not new to me, but overall it was interesting and I’m glad I went. I liveblogged the following sessions:

• Feminism on the Move – Where we were and where are we now?
• Media and Culture: Feminists and the Media – Speaking Out
• Bloggers and Activists: An Intimate and Frank Conversation

I also posted a few photos on Flickr, many of which show the linkfluence node map thingy that was blowing everyone’s mind. I thought the top 30 list was pretty neat – and that’s all. Such things should be taken with the appropriate serving of salt. Or to put it another way, Technorati rankings are not character judgments.

Predictably, there are now conversations ensuing about who was “excluded,” and it’s driving me batty. I really try not to get all “snarky tech geek” on people, but this isn’t an issue of exclusion/inclusion. And honestly at this point it seems like there’s no pleasing some people. As I said at Renee’s, if WOC bloggers are not highly ranked by algorithms like that, it’s likely because of a lack of interlinking, which may happen because WOC bloggers feel that other feminist blogs are hostile environments and therefore don’t link to them. This is not condoning anything, it’s a straightforward explanation. Example: if you make your blog private, it’s not indexed by Google. That’s just the way the internet works.

Frankly, I’m sick of these conversations because they always seem to be Oppression Olympics and too often it seems like people who don’t understand the way SEO works are making outrageous, spurious claims. And more and more, I get a sense of people not wanting to be proactive, but rather just passively snarking about how everything is so unfair.

And I hate that saying that makes me sound (to some, perhaps) like the assholes who deny that privilege exists; the people who, when someone points out an instance of white privilege, male privilege, hetero privilege, whatever, take it as a personal attack. I can’t STAND those people! I hate that there seems to be such a dichotomy set up, though, that you can’t have a legitimate critique with being painted as identical to those people. And I’m afraid it will make people not listen to me when I raise legitimate critiques (e.g., exclusion of sex workers’ voices; myriad instances of male privilege and institutionalized sexism, especially the “unintentional” kind). -Of course, the corollary to that is, if people can’t make a distinction between a legitimate critique and passive snarking, that’s their problem; but we all know that common sense is not so common.

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SoCon09 is tomorrow. I’m glad Rusty and I are going this year; we went in 2007, but missed it last year in favor of going to PodCamp Nashville. That turned out to be a mistake, because PodCamp Nashville sucked. We still had fun in Nashville and the rest of the road trip, but seeing all the tweets and liveblogs from SoCon08 made us realize we’d chosen the wrong unconference for that weekend!

I’m leading a session tomorrow called “Online Etiquette: How to Balance Your Personal and Professional Image Online.” I didn’t pick the name. The session was already named and Sherry “assigned” it to me. I would not have used the word “etiquette” in this context, because to me that belongs in a completely separate discussion, and I’m bothered by the way the two are often conflated. But, I plan to bring that up in the session! Hopefully there will be some good discussion generated (and hopefully I won’t end up with a massive headache). If it’s anything like my BlogOrlando session, I’ll be pleased.

And, I have an order in at Office Depot for 80 more Buzzword Bingo cards. Josh initially prodded me; J motivated me and offered to chip in to help pay for them! Nik offered twenty bucks, too. So I’ll give the people what they want! There won’t be a formal game or anything, but it’ll be interesting to see how many Bingos people get throughout the day. ;)

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Progress is being made (how ’bout that passive voice!) on the bedroom at the new house. The first coat of paint is complete and we’ll be putting the second coat on this weekend.

I feel like we’ve been very fortunate w/ this whole home-buying process. Everyone has been very nice to us. We’ve gotten gifts, for crying out loud!

From Stacia, our agent:

She also gave us two types of birdseed, a card, and a Lowe’s gift card.

The home inspection company made postcards with a picture of the house, the address, and “Just Moved” on them; and return address labels with a picture of the house.

Last weekend, we discovered champagne and chocolates in the fridge, from the seller:

And last night, when I went over to the house there was a package on the doorstep…

It was from the listing agent. It’s a stained-glass bird!

The bird is actually their logo, but it doesn’t look like a logo. (Rusty and I have discussed how this is very smart marketing.) They gave one to the seller at the closing, and I guess after finding out that we’re “bird people” they decided to give one to us, too. It was a really nice surprise.

On a geeky note, I should mention that I uploaded some of the closing pictures to Facebook, and immediately friend requested and tagged most of the people in this group shot.

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New favorite recipe: Macaroni and Cheese with Cauliflower, from Real Simple Magazine. It’s really more of a casserole. Rusty was skeptical at first, but after he made it, all the skepticism was gone. It makes enough to feed a small army. After we ate a bunch of it the first night (photo is of my first serving only), we made six individually packaged portions and put them in the freezer. We ate the last of it yesterday. Maybe we’ll make some for our eventual housewarming party.

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Not sure if I ever blogged about this, but Rusty posted a really fascinating interview with his great-aunt Jane, who was working at Grady Hospital the night of the Winecoff Hotel fire in 1946. She ended up taking in almost all of the bodies at the morgue. This is the kind of priceless history that is imperative to preserve.

After watching the video a few times, I had a dream that I was in the Winecoff Hotel fire, only it was happening now, and I knew in advance what would happen, and there was a social media conference going on at the Winecoff (Tessa and other Atlanta social media people were there), and I kept trying to convince the people on the upper levels to get out now because the fire was slowly coming up the building and I knew the people on the higher levels wouldn’t be able to escape, but they were all nonchalant and ignored me.

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Am I becoming old and boring because I post about things like recipes and painting the bedroom of the house my long-term partner and I just bought? Hey, at least I’m not posting photos of my kids and blogging about the cute things they did today. Stop me if I ever get to that point! (Probably moot because I don’t plan to have kids – but of course, I reserve the right to change my mind.)

Fragments of longer blog posts, condensed

• Almost the whole office watched the inauguration yesterday, packed into the two conference rooms to watch it on the big screens. Right when Obama was taking the oath, the CNN.com live feed crapped out and, in something not unlike irony, we had to switch to the FoxNews.com live feed.
• Inspired, etc.? Yes, I am all that. I just hope people don’t continue w/ their deifying of Obama. It unnerves me.
• White male progressive-identified bloggers will fall all over themselves to call out the most obvious forms of racism. But sexism? Now don’t be silly. No need to call that out, we can look past it, there are more important things, it’s a “difference of opinion.” Don’t go being some histrionic feminist about it, they’re pro-choice, what more do you want??
• Back to inspiration for a moment so I can try to focus on positive stuff – Lia inspires me. Check out her new blog. She’s been posting some of her sermons, and they rock. Who would have thought I would be saying such things about a Baptist minister? Funny how life is sometimes. I enjoy being proven wrong in such things.
• And here’s a question Lia might be able to answer – what is the difference between pastor, preacher, and minister? Is it just semantics? Are they synonyms, or is there an actual difference? If there is, I want to know when to use each one, so I don’t sound ignorant!
• I’m trying chamomile tea in lieu of Ambien. It definitely makes me feel sleepy but last night I still had a hard time falling asleep – it probably took me 2 hours. Rusty thinks I have subconscious performance anxiety about it. He’s probably right; just wish I could get rid of that.
• Rusty and I have a gift registry at Target. I linked it in the sidebar. After we move into our house we’ll have a big housewarming party where we invite people we know from different places and it’s awkward for everyone.
• Aspasia is still on a roll. Her blog just freakin’ rocks.
• And finally, speaking of people who rock, read this post by Jill Brenneman at Bound, Not Gagged. Now.

ETA: Dammit! Left out one other link I was going to add. I am loving this post by Ginmar. (Yes, Ginmar! She and Ren recently laid down arms and acknowledged a common ground, which I find pretty darn cool.) She said I could quote from it extensively so here’s a big blockquote of truth-telling:

Here’s how a rape culture is constructed. A boy is born, and his dad hands him a football before the umbilical cord is cut and freaks out if anybody mistakes his kid for a girl. He teaches him how to be a ‘real man’ which means better than women, because to be a ‘pussy’ or a ‘fag’ is the worst thing in the world. The cartoons he watch features heroes and the stupid girls they rescue. The books he read feature boy heroes. The TV shows he watches are all about men, with women stuck cleaning house—just like Mom!—-or acting sexy and stupid. Sometimes he watches movies about how evil women are. He sees how his dad won’t do housework and leers at women, and hears how his dad’s friends joke about women, and ‘getting some’ and ‘gettng laid’ and winking and laughing at sexist jokes. When he gets to school, he’s surrounded by boys who have been taught the same lessons, and who teach him more. Girls ain’t shit. Girls are stupid, hos, trashy, slutty, easy, lying, worthless, whores, and the enemy. His coaches call his team ‘ladies’ and ‘pussies’ when they don’t perform well. He sees TV shows full of the same messages about women. Magazines are full of naked women. Everywhere he hears the message that women are sluts and it’s stupid for them to pretend otherwise. His friends talk about nailing women, getting a piece, and when they do have sex, they boast about it later and denigrate the girl. He learns lessons about getting girls drunk, working a yes out, and trains.

He never learns about the word ‘rape’ unless some dried up ugly bitch gives a talk about it in some assembly. He learns how to pinch and grope and fondle girls, and how teachers always yell at the girls for reacting or just ignore it. He learns how boys get to do what they want, because they’re boys, and girls have to obey the rules. Girls that resist are dykes, losers, queer, ugly, bitchy, need to get laid, and need to watch themselves.

His parents divorce, and his father calls his wife ‘that bitch’, and tells him never to get married. His dad says the gold digging bitch is trying to bleed him dry, but he was too smart for that. By the time he graduates from high school, he knows of at least one guy who’s put something in a girl’s drink, or forced a girl, or manipulated a girl, or threatened a girl. In college he learns how fraternities score with chicks, and how the key to success is knocking her out. Er, getting her drunk. He might study civil rights as a part of history—and maybe womens’ rights. Men are people. Women are…something else. He might respect other men, but women are just something to fuck. What do they need rights for? Why do they have to bitch so much? They’re only good for one thing.

And then we wonder why they sit there and watch a man set in motion his plans to rape a woman. He grows up learning how to rape but the only rape he knows is when a stranger jumps out of alley with a gun. He knows that women are stupid bitches who need to shut up already, and stop going to parties or wearing short skirts or drinking if they don’t want to ask for it, but what else are they good for? Fat chicks, ugly chicks, hairy-legged lesbos….those are worse than ordinary chicks.

If he doesn’t force women himself, he knows guys who have. He sympathizes, gets defensive, gets angry—at women. He makes excuses. He lines up with other guys at Take Back the Night and shouts slurs at the marchers. It’s a great joke. Bitches need to stop taking themselves too seriously.

Okay! Good night for real now.

ETA #2: Geeeez. :P I guess I had more stuff built up to post about than I’d thought! The latest GA Politics Podcast is up; listen here. Now, that’s it! If I think of anything else, I’ll do a separate post tomorrow. Or maybe get off my ass and right a full post about any of these half-formed fragments!

2008: Winding down

The end of 2008 is approaching and lots of bloggers are doing a bunch of end-of-year lists. I did one end-of-year questionnaire, but I feel like I should be doing more – making up lists of best this and worst that. I will be doing a list of the top 10 most commented posts of this year – actually right now the list is in the sidebar, because I was testing the plug-in, not to spoil the surprise or anything. And this year the post with the most comments had only 28 comments, as opposed to 2005 when I had a post that got 100 comments (and Jen won a free abortion). It seems like people don’t comment as much anymore, and I’ve heard a lot of people blame it on RSS. That’s one of the downsides of content on demand and it’s kind of ironic (is that real irony or Alanis irony?) that if blogs are supposed to be a big “conversation,” that RSS has the effect of decreasing the conversation.

I’ve been thinking about doing a post about why I don’t give Christmas presents, but so far I haven’t done it because I’m afraid of bunch of people will say I sound like an asshole. I know, I know, I’m supposed to focus on writing this blog for me and not let other people’s drama control what I say or don’t say. But I just don’t want to deal with a bunch of reactionary shit where people feel all wounded because they think it’s some kind of judgment on them. It’s a personal decision I made several years ago, not to engage in gift-giving out of obligation. I do occasionally give Christmas gifts to some people, some of the time; but if I do it’s because I want to, not because I feel obligated to. And I expect the people in my life to understand that my caring about them and appreciating them is not something that can or should be measured by a gift. Fortunately no one close to me has made a big stink about what it means if I gave them a gift one year but not another. It doesn’t mean anything beyond the fact that one year I saw something I thought you’d like and I got it; nothing more and nothing less.

I used to get so annoyed with the ex’s mom – she would ask for things for Christmas, from us. To me that was beyond rude. She knew we didn’t have any money. And besides, the idea of a parent asking for a present from their child just struck me as bizarre and wrong. My parents never asked or expected me to give them presents. Maybe more people’s families operate this way than I’m aware, but it really threw me for a loop. And one time she started acting all downtrodden because we didn’t give her enough gifts or something. I was fuming inside. Really? Do you really need to measure our love by how much useless crap we give you, especially when you KNOW we don’t have any money? I don’t get it.

I’m glad to be out of the cycle of obligatory gift-giving. I broke out of it as a personal decision and figured anyone who had a problem with it needed to rethink their priorities. I do still give one gift to my grandmother but that’s because she’s old and would get all worked up about it and I don’t want to do anything that would hurt her. I usually give her a gift card because she has too much crap in her house already and she can’t walk very well anymore so she can’t go in many stores and wouldn’t anyway, so in recent years (this one included) I’ve been getting Visa or American Express gift cards.

I’m not a Christian so me “celebrating” Christmas is really just because Christmas is the default winter holiday in the US if you’re not affiliated with another religion or holiday. But I do really enjoy the holiday season, and the end of the year, as a time for personal reflection and gathering with friends whenever possible. To me the holidays should be about taking stock of the things that are important in your life and showing your appreciation for friends. Obligatory presents can’t hold a candle to that.

So I guess I just effectively did a post about why I don’t give Christmas presents, under the guise of writing about how I’ve been waffling on whether to do a post about why I don’t give Christmas presents.

Back to end-of-year memes and such… we’ll be doing an end-of-year Mostly ITP episode Wednesday night. Call in with any year-end messages you might have and we’ll play them in the podcast. The voicemail number is 678-389-9441. And speaking of Mostly ITP, there are two new episodes up: an interview with Franklin Veaux about his computer game Onyx, and an interview with Jennifer Colter about Atlanta Steam. I think both went really well.

I know it sounds cliché, but it’s hard to believe 2008 is almost over. Earlier tonight I was tagging some of my older posts and so I was reading bits and pieces of posts from July 2003, when I was at training for Katapultz. Maybe at the time I didn’t come off as so unhappy to the people reading, and of course with hindsight it’s easy to attach meaning to things that I didn’t think of as canaries in the coal mine* at the time. I don’t know. But it just struck me how much happier I am now, here, with Rusty, in Atlanta. And that’s the kind of thing it’s important to take stock of as the year draws to a close.

* I cringed using this saying. Does anyone have an alternative? I don’t like any sayings that imply bad things happening to birds. It’s why I hate the term “kill two birds with one stone.” Instead I say “feed two birds from one feeder.”

Saturday rambling

I started writing this post right after getting up from a nap, when I decided I should write about the really scary dream I had before I forgot it (which I knew I would welcome!). So the first part of this post is just free-writing/stream-of-consciousness about that dream. I make no guarantees of grammatical correctness or any sense of narrative.

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I took a nap and had a terrifying dream. I was in my parents’ house, in my room, trying to nap. I was scared being in the house. I had left the light on in the kitchen (like I did here). And I kept reminding myself that it wasn’t my mom or dad who were out, it was Rusty, because I was an adult and I don’t live w/ my parents anymore, I live w/ Rusty, in my own apartment. I kept feeling like I heard someone walking around in the front of the house. I got up to make sure the kitchen light was on and as I walked down the hall I turned on the rest of the lights – spare bedroom, bathroom (not my parents’ bedroom for some reason)… as I got closer to the front of the house I felt more scared. I looked into the kitchen to make sure the light were still on, and they were, and my dad was standing at the kitchen counter reading the paper like he used to do. He said something snarky to me about how I was actually awake and he didn’t think I came out of my room anymore. I kept trying to tell myself, no, that’s not real, that’s not right, he’s dead. I ran into the living room to close the blinds which I noticed were open even though it was dark outside. I noticed a bunch of cars lined up in the driveway (not sure why that matters). Then I noticed there was a fierce wind in the living room. I looked up and my mom’s potted plants were being blown all over the place. I felt the wind all around me and was really cold; I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from because both the front and back doors were closed. I thought “I better ask my mom about this when she gets home” but then reminded myself, no, it’s not my mom, it’s Rusty, he’s the one who I should ask. And all the while I was really, really scared. For some reason when I saw that wind I was the most terrified I had been. I ran back toward my bedroom, for some reason peeked my head inside the bathroom and looked at the clock on the wall. It said 6:00. Then I woke up with my heart pounding, really scared and wondering for a minute where I was. I looked at the clock at it was, in fact, 6:00.
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Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s move onto some more mundane (or at least, less disturbing) things.

Earlier today I interviewed Franklin Veaux, the creator of (among other things, but this is probably what you’re most recently familiar with) the sex map that was all over the internet a month or so ago. I had no idea he lived in Atlanta, but Regina informed me. Yet again, people who live out of town are telling me about things/people/events in my own city. :P It had been a while since I’d interviewed anyone for a podcast by myself. I’ve been having trouble thinking of people to interview; I guess my mind is stuck in a rut. Anyway I felt kind of disorganized with this interview today – or rather, not the interview itself, but everything surrounding it, and that made me frustrated and self-conscious. We were supposed to meet at the Brickstore Pub at 2:00. Well, I got there before he did and it was REALLY crowded. When he got there we decided to go next door to Sweet Melissa’s, which fortunately was still open, but by the time we finished eating and paid up, they were about to close. So we thought we’d go next door to Starbucks to do the interview. But when we stepped in there, it was also really crowded and there was a guy playing a fucking RECORDER. Exasperated, I said, “Do you want to just go to my apartment? It’s right up the road.” So we went there instead and did the interview and all was well. It wasn’t until after he left that I thought of the pole in the apartment. Not that he would care. But sometimes I just forget that I have a pole on a 4′x4′ raised stage in the middle of my living room. I mean, I don’t really forget that it’s there – how could I, I see it every day and walk around it – but I mean I forget that to a lot of people, that’s strange/surprising/amusing. I forgot about it when the Chem-Dry guy came, the first time the apartment maintenance guy came, and Rusty’s mom. It’s always kind of a “heh/oops” moment when I remember it.

I went to Target this morning to shop for one of the holiday adoption kids in our group at work (we do this holiday adoption thing every year). I had $120 to spend on a 1-month-old baby. I don’t know if the baby was 1 month when the family signed up, or if he will be at Christmas. I’m thinking the former, otherwise he wouldn’t have been born yet when they signed up. And I don’t know how far in advance they sign up. Anyway, the mother asked for everything in size 24 months. I thought that was weird – even if she wants stuff for him to grow into, 24 months is pretty far away. So I got clothes in all different sizes, because that baby needs stuff to wear now, too! I spent a little more than the allocated $120, because I forgot to take tax into consideration, but I didn’t go terribly far over budget. Also while I was at Target, I looked for an ice scraper for my car windshield – I don’t know what happened to the one I always had in the trunk of my old car – and they didn’t have one. Isn’t that crazy? I know we’re in Georgia, but an ice scraper is basic!

There is a little fruit fly/gnat thing in the apartment. Rusty killed one earlier, too (or at least thought he killed it – maybe this is the same one). It’s been around for a few days and I have no idea where it came from, but it is very annoying. :P Did I mention I am so ready to move? I emailed the mortgage lender today and told her the first week of January we want to come in for pre-approval, because then it will, without question, be less than 90 days until we buy a house. Hard to believe, but very exciting!!

For my next level 6 (formerly called level 5/6) pole dancing recital, which is a week from Monday, I’m considering the following songs:

• “Gett Off” – Prince
• “Casualty” – Snake River Conspiracy
• “Like A Boy” – Ciara
• “Precious Thing” – Tori Amos

I’m not sure if I’ll make a video this time. We learned a routine this time around, something we haven’t done in over a year, so it was a nice change of pace. But that routine is HARD. Of course, that’s expected, since we’re at the advanced level. But seriously, DAMN it is exhausting! I feel like I always perform my best in the studio, because my home setup is a bit limiting (but that’ll change after we move!); but I might feel too much pressure knowing I’m being recorded with this routine.

I need to blog the recipe, such as it is, for the famous Luis dressing at some point. I meant to blog it last weekend when I was in Augusta, but kept putting it off because I didn’t want to deal with all the formatting. Lazy, I know. Maybe I’ll do it tonight.

Now, I’m going to go write some Christmas cards. I haven’t sent Christmas cards in years, but there are a few people who I don’t communicate with very often (mostly family members, who I see an average once every 10 years) who I want to send cards to this year.

Georgia Podcast Network among Atlanta Magazine’s “Best of Atlanta”

Guess what? The Georgia Podcast Network has been included in Atlanta Magazine’s 2008 “Best of Atlanta” issue. They even printed a full page (p. 118) photo of an iPod with the Mostly ITP album art on the screen! Here’s a scan:

And here’s the text of the blurb:

Edifying iPod uploads
Georgia Podcast Network

Want to learn the history of Henry Schultz, the man behind the first successful bridge to span the Savannah River? The best tips for navigating Dragon-Con? Then a good place to start would be the Georgia Podcast Network. Started in 2006 by web developers Rusty Tanton and Amber Rhea, the network hosts more than fifty local podcasts—such as Tanton and Rhea’s Mostly ITP—and links to podcasts already in production, such as Atlanta Business Radio (a Sandy Springs series focusing on successful businesspeople) and the Atlanta Press Club’s broadcasts of its Newsmaker Luncheons.

Many thanks to Atlanta Magazine for including us and specifically mentioning Mostly ITP!

[Cross-poted at my Georgia Podcast Network blog]

Waffle House Musem

We went to the Waffle House Museum this morning. Photos are here.

We’ll also talk a little about our visit on our live episode of Mostly ITP tomorrow night. Call in if you have questions! We’re thinking about contacting them and seeing if we can go back another time and do a video tour.

WTF?

Today I checked the Georgia Podcast Network’s post office box and found these inside:

And, this (on an 8.5″x11″ envelope):

It’s the correct PO Box number, zip code, everything. So what the heck is going on?

Both of the letters to Sonny Perdue came from Waycross. And the one to Neal Boortz has a return address where the person put DVM after their name; I’m guessing that’s “doctor of veterinary medicine.”

I know it’s a felony to open other people’s mail… don’t worry, I’ll do the right thing and mark them “return to sender” and put them back in the mailbox. But I am tempted.

New video episode of Mostly ITP

Here’s the latest video episode of Mostly ITP, chronicling our road trip last weekend and talking about why we do these road trips in general. It’s longer than we would typically make these videos, but we wanted to experiment a little, so that’s why.

I haven’t actually watched it yet because Rusty finished editing it late last night, and I don’t have sound on my work computer. But I had already seen the first ~half or so, and besides, I know it’s going to be good no matter what!

Georgia Podcast Network redesign is live!

Reposting from Rusty:
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The redesign of the Georgia Podcast Network is live!

The short version of what’s new is:

• Create podcasts, add episodes to them, or add your affiliate podcast to the directory without having to go through an administrator. Podcasts now work sort of like diaries on Tondee’s Tavern and other group blogs. Everybody can have one, but not everything makes the front page.
• Let other members post episodes to your podcast. You can name co-hosts individually, or set the “group podcast” option to let any registered member post an episode. For examples of group podcasts, see (un)ConCast and Politics is Vocal.
• Album art, channel, and other meta information can be attached to podcasts
• Post M4V video in addition to MP3 audio
• Nifty Flash uploader
• Embeddable players and widgets
• iTunes meta information in podcast RSS feeds
• Can redirect podcast RSS feeds to Feedburner
• Webplay and download statistics
• Rebuilt podcast directory
• Pretty new theme
• Better performance. Up to 8 times faster under normal server load

That’s not everything, but that’s the important stuff. There are still some minor CSS issues to work out in Internet Explorer 6, but it should be relatively bug-free other than that. Have a look and let us know what you think!