Ok, so things changed. Technical difficulties. General stuff. Let’s try to get back on track, but don’t go expecting pithy posts related to anything for a while. It’s gonna be a process. But, hey, it’s an archive, so be happy.… Read more ›

I go lots of places, but I always want to take you along. Someday maybe we can get it together to take our show on the road, but only if you’re right there with me. Until then, take me with… Read more ›

I’ll make this quick and let you get straight to the archive! Playlist http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2015/04252015.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

    There’s just really no need to waste your time with it. We worked so hard getting it that way. So why not just crawl back in with me and this archive right now? Playlist     http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2014/11152014.mp3Podcast: Play… Read more ›

My mother once remarked to the January Fairy of her ability to go sleeveless in any weather. At the time, I didn’t have that ability.  But as I have become “a woman of a certain age,” it has become much… Read more ›

I don’t remember the last time that morning didn’t show up too soon. And that’s not necessarily like me.  Morning is great.  Awake but still sleepy.  Aware but still dreamy.  And, if things are as I want, the perfect chance… Read more ›

Yes. My knees shake and get weak and quiver and click and straighten and bend and kneel and and and… But it’s all to get to you. Maybe you should soothe them with silliness rather than making me do it… Read more ›

It’s true that I get a little confused sometimes. I keep going around in circles with no idea how to get myself back in line. But then we get together and everything levels out and the silliness flows. Then I… Read more ›

One of my most favorite things I do in my life these days is ‘sock duty.’ It’s something that I can’t even explain here (or probably anywhere), but it’s one of those things that I never want to miss, one… Read more ›

You couldn’t doubt that I’m satisfied, could you?  After this many years and I keep coming back…what else could I be? We all know that radio receivers convert radio waves into electricity.  But the electromagnetism generated becomes diffuse with distance.… Read more ›

I’ve been getting a lot of comments lately about the way I whisper and sigh on the air. But I’m sure you can imagine how good it makes me feel to know that you notice.  It’s just my breathy way… Read more ›

You know how I like a good tuber. I like them loaded.  I like them naked.  I like them hot.  I like them cold.  I like them raw. Crispy, salty, creamy, lumpy.  Even a few days old. I like to… Read more ›

It’s like a wave that comes over me sometimes. I just think about the show and I get this feeling in my chest, a little week in the knees, a bit flush in the cheeks. You’d think it was a… Read more ›

Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have.  If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them.  And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more… Read more ›

There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›

That’s how it works all week. I leave you behind at the end of every episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank whether I want to or not.  And I think that you know that it’s a not. Then I… Read more ›

We see each other at night so much. But we’ve never been anywhere that we can see the Milky Way together.  That’s where we ought to go next. A place so dark that no one else knows we’re there.  A… Read more ›

You keep me up later than I would be otherwise. I stay up thinking about what I’m going to do for you next, waiting for you to tell me what you want and hoping it’s something I can give you.… Read more ›

When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city?  Is it a full moon?  How fast are the clouds moving?  Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›

I didn’t know what to call it until this post title was chosen. I can’t hear myself no matter how hard I try to listen. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m making any sound, I’m just so wrapped up in… Read more ›

You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual.  More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program.  By rote, I say the same things to start every… Read more ›

You know I’m always telling you about all the ways you take care of me.  And today I thank you for the way you take care of my feet. It doesn’t happen nearly often enough.  But when it does, I… Read more ›

Remarkably it works every time. The show starts and within seconds we’ve made the connection and somehow manage to maintain contact no matter how long we go. Each flick of a switch seems sets you aflame, every nudge brings you… Read more ›

It’s always just us.  And that’s how we seem to like it. Even with everyone else there, too, it still feels like it’s just you and me. I appear unescorted as I search for any discrete opportunity to remind you… Read more ›

We’ve done a lot of things together over these years. Now I think we endeavor to move on to the next phase. We’ve been in R&D for so long that I feel the need to validate our control samples at… Read more ›

I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream.  A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›

I love it when I turn around and you’re right there. Ready. Ready with your retort.  Ready to circulate in the throng of Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook Fans.  Ready to swivel to whatever silliness spins from my sensorium. And… Read more ›