Podcast Roundup, September 2026 edition

Look, I am not sure why my podcast slump is so slumpy, but it feels like maybe the era of Great Podcast is over. My regulars are still there, but finding a good limited run series seems virtually impossible at this point. Oh, well. I'm here for the quality ones out there still.

Criminal "911" - A woman is an emergency phone operator. Everything is as it should be until the shift when her daughter called. Such a well told, heartrending, suspenseful story. 

A History of the US Told Through 100 Objects through 99% Invisible -

99PI sold to Sirius in 2021 (that was FIVE YEARS AGO!) and it has not been the same since. Oh, well, we had more than ten years of the glory days. At some point, I actually unsubscribed and took it off my feed. BUT THEN! Roman Mars, the host and creator, started producing episodes inspired by A History of the World in 100 Objects, a podcast that was put out by the British Museum about objects in the British Museum. 

And these episodes are SO GOOD. A taste of what I've been loving.

#12 "The Negro Cloth" - Clothing that enslaved people wore is basically impossible to find. It wasn't meant to be long-lasting, scraps were used in other ways, including in quilts, and it wouldn't have been deemed "worthy" enough for someone to keep in their attic. When someone asked the inaugural director of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture about the kind of things he was most hoping to find and also least likely to find, he put "slave clothing" at the top of his list. Do you want to know what they found?! FASCINATING STUFF.

#15 "The Bundy Clock" - Someone had to invent the timeclock, didn't they?! 

#16 "The Wheel of Fortune Dalmatian" - Do you remember the shopping round on Wheel? I remember it. I lived for it. I also liked Supermarket Sweep, but we don't have time for me to talk about my complicated feelings about capitalism in game shows. OH! Do you know what Pat Sajak said Vanna White's name so often? So it would be harder to fire her. I always though Sajak was a weird choice for a host because he was oddly gruff and sort of condescending, but this little factoid made me like him a lot more. 

#18 "Hair Relaxer" - I needed this primer on black hair, I really did. The first black woman who was a millionaire was a millionaire because of hair straightener. But it's really bad for your hair and probably your overall health with increased cancer risks. But it's cultural. And...it's so complicated. 

(Okay, to be transparent, I tried to listen to #14 "The Basketball Sleeve" and nothing could have been less interesting to me, so not all episodes in this series are homeruns. But most of them are.)

"The BIG Books Episode with Chrissie Whitley, Episode 235" from Sarah's Bookshelves Live - In general, I like this podcast. I like the recommendations, I like that they don't love everything that they read, and I like that they're honest. What I didn't like?

Every book Sarah recommended this week was by a man. Do better, Sarah. 

Planet Money "The Domino's Pizza Tracker Theory of Everything" - This honestly would have been a great 99PI crossover episode. The mashup of design and commerce was fascinating! Also, do people really watch trackers? I occasionally check-in on where a package is, but I don't need minute by minute updates on anything!

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Have you listened to a great limited series pod recently? 

Forget podcasts, what else are you listening to? Great songs? Great audiobooks? I need SOMETHING for all these hours I'm walking the dog. 

The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman

In The Light Between Oceans, by M.L. Stedman, we have a couple who operate a lighthouse in remote Australia. Isabel keeps having late-pregnancy miscarriages and when a boat washes up by the lighthouse with a dead man and a living baby, they raise the baby as their own. The consequences of this decision will haunt more lives than just their own.

I mean, this one is tough because everyone makes such terrible decisions. I mean, just everybody. But once you make a terrible decision, can it be undone? Ugh. Such an ethical quagmire. 

The writing was lovely. But are you ready for this super sad morality mess? 

3.5/5 stars

Lines of note:

Tom isn’t one of the men whose legs trailed by a hank of sinews, or whose guts cascaded from their casing like slithering eels. Nor were his lungs turned to glue or his brains to stodge by the gas. But he’s scarred all the same, having to live in the same skin as the man who did the things that needed to be done back then. (location 151)

Uff-da. 

The old clock on the kitchen wall still clicked its minutes with fussy punctuality. A life had come and gone and nature had not paused a second for it. The machine of time and space grinds on, and people are fed through it like grist through the mill. (location 1198)

Brutal. 

...she wondered whether she was still technically a sister, now that her adored brothers had died. (location 1635)

SO BRUTAL.

Things I looked up:

stoush (location 275) - an informal Australian and New Zealand term that means a fight, brawl, or verbal argument

jarrah (location 295) - a plant in the myrtle family found in the south-west of Western Australia

Lux flakes (location 637) - a classic, gentle washing product originally created by Lever Brothers to clean delicate fabrics like wool and silk

banjine (location 1471) - a slender shrub with large, rather hairy yellow inflorescences - What are inflorescences? I think you have to be a biologist to find out. 

trevally (location 1471) - a diverse group of powerful, fast-swimming marine fish belonging to the jack family

dugite (location 1935) - a species of highly venomous, potentially lethal snake endemic to Western Australia

Wisden (location 2206) - Wisden Cricketers' Almanack, or simply Wisden, colloquially the Bible of Cricket, is a cricket reference book published annually in the United Kingdom. This feels mean and a bit niche for readers outside of the UK!

stephanotis (location 2711) - commonly known as Madagascar jasmine or the Hawaiian wedding flower, is an evergreen, vining plant prized for its intensely fragrant, waxy, pure white tubular blooms and glossy green

Hat mentions (why hats?):

hat and coat (location 341)

take your hats (location 346)

brand-new slouch hats (location 1025)

replaced his hat (location 1894)

keep it under your hat (location 1896)

low-brimmed felt hat (location 2035)

swipe Frank’s hat (location 2090)

“Keep it under your hat, all this, could you, mate?” (location 2266)

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Who's in for a sad book like this? Who's out? Who feels like I should know more about the flora and fauna of Western Australia? 

Catching Up

I've just been writing about books, but you are due a life update. I'm going to do it based on what is on my camera roll.

I spent a glorious part of an afternoon wandering around the University of Pennsylvania campus. Here's what you need to know. The campus is GORGEOUS and there are SO MANY PEOPLE wandering around on foot. Since COVID, our campus is basically dead, so this was shocking to me. I cannot stress how pretty the campus is. 

Also, Philly has a reputation for people being assholes and I have to admit that while most Philadelphians I met were lovely and welcoming, there were more assholes per capita than in any other place I've ever been. I was shoulder checked on the sidewalk multiple times and the guy on the train was really short with me when I could not produce my ticket in 0.3 seconds. But, honestly, most people were generous and excited to show me their city.

It is the City of Brotherly Love, I guess. 

My conference was at the Penn Museum, which has lovely grounds and you would not believe how fabulous conference spaces and classrooms. 

When you walk in, you are greeted with a sphinx.

This is the room where we ate all our meals. Look, I was not expecting any of this based on the conference description. If I had known it was going to be like this, I would have been way more excited about the conference instead of absolutely dreading it. 

Moving on. 

After the gorgeous day, it rained and rained and rained. I had packed an umbrella, but it broke upon leaving the museum right before my 1.3 mile walk to my hotel. I stopped at a random bookstore (I think it was Drexel's bookstore?) and purchased this umbrella, which my husband helpfully told me is in support of the Philadelphia Phillies. I guess I'm a Phillies fan now? 

So things went really well. The conference was actually useful, the venue was stunning, and my hotel was great. I think you know where this is going. 

Hey, it has been over a year since I have flown and the rules have changed SO MUCH. Why isn't anyone telling me about these changes. When I left Madison, I literally just put my backpack in the x-ray machine and walked through the thingmabob that is probably giving me radiation poisoning. There was no shoe taking off, no electronics out of the bag, NO LIQUIDS IN A ZIPLOC BAG. You still can't bring in a water bottle with liquid in it, though. 

When I left via Philadelphia, I did have to take my Kindle and laptop out of my bag, but that was it. No shoes, no three ounce liquids all in a bag. Honestly, if I had known this liquid rule change, I would have brought my foundation. Anyway. Regular travelers, why aren't you telling me these things? 

Because I wanted to leave from Madison and because I wanted to stay for the morning presentations on Wednesday at the conference, I had to have a layover on the way home. It happened to be in Charlotte. I don't want to go get into the gory details, but the flight was delayed and delayed and delayed and we didn't leave Charlotte until after 1am. 

It wasn't my worst travel story, but I have got to stop using American Airlines. I got into bed after 3:30am and when the alarm went off, I almost cried.

So I've been mostly recovering because apparently one messed up night's sleep in my 40s means I am essentially useless for the next five days.

Here are some views from my morning walk with Hannah yesterday. 

Spooky season is here and I'm going to stop complaining about the end of summer. I'm embracing fall and Halloween and I'm here for it! 

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If you have a bad night's sleep, how long does it take you to recover? What city do you think has the rudest people? 

London Falling by Patrick Radden Keefe

London Falling: A Mysterious Death in a Gilded City and a Family's Search for Truth by Patrick Radden Keefe is one of those books. You know the kind? The kind that the author is on Fresh Air, but you think it sounds boring? But people you know and trust tell you it's really good despite the fact that you know you think it sounds boring? 

Well, hey, you should LISTEN TO YOUR OWN FEELINGS. This book is not my jam. Maybe it's your jam, particularly if you want to hear about the history of London for half an hour before you even meet a human being. This is the kind of book that thinks it's important that you know the history of the great-grandparents of a random person you'll only hear about sort of tangentially. This is the kind of book about a pathological liar who somehow gets into trouble and you're supposed to feel sympathy for him. This is the kind of book about bad people doing bad things and their only motivation is money. Now maybe that's interesting for some people, but it's not interesting for ME. 

Sort of rich kid pretends to be the son of a rich Russian oligarch, gets mixed up with mobsters and the drug trade, and ends up jumping off a balcony into the Thames. His parents try to figure out what went wrong (I dunno? you never parented him?) and all sorts of things about the underworld of London are discovered. 

Do you enjoy reading about wealthy entitled people being wealthy and entitled? Do you enjoy stories about thugs and mobsters? Do you enjoy it when entire judicial systems just shrug about thugs and mobsters because, hey, they're rich and they bring in a lot of money to the economy? Do you enjoy parents justifying how they didn't parent? 

It appears as if a lot of people DO enjoy Keefe's long digressions into history and rich people behaving badly because this book has a 4.29 on Goodreads. Listen, you do you. 2/5 stars

Lines of note:

It was a strange sensation, to move around St. John's Wood, picking up groceries or stopping for a cup of tea in a cafe, and knowing that there might be people around them, people from their own community, who had connections to Verinder Sharma, or to other elements of London's criminal subculture and who perhaps knew more than they did about their son's death. (Chapter 15)

I think this is profound, actually. When something big happens in your life (a new baby, a new job, a death in the family, discovering your son was a drug dealer who jumped off a balcony fleeing from a Russian mobster), it's CRAZY how the rest of the world just goes on, isn't it? 

I ended up speaking with dozens of former law enforcement officials, but never succeeded in locating anyone who nurtured the kind of Ahab like obsession I had in mind. (Chapter 22)

Moby-Dick!!! I KNOW THIS ONE. 

What I looked up: 

Candy and Candy apartment (Chapter 3) - Candy and Candy (now known as Candy London) is a world-famous ultra-prime interior design and property development company founded by British brothers Nick and Christian Candy. I thought this was just some British idiom I'd never heard. 

Hat mentions (why hats?):

bowler hats (Chapter 2)

top hatted mascot of the game (Chapter 7)

top hat (Chapter 11)

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Have you read this? Did you think it was super boring? Do you like how I'll fit Moby-Dick into anything I can? Do you think I'll still be so proud of reading Moby-Dick in a decade? 

The Reread - Realm of the Elderlings #1: Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb

It has been more than five years since I read The Realm of the Elderlings and I am due a reread. 

Several years ago, I dogsat for a friend for an extended time while she was in Europe. Her dogs were adorable, but it was quite a bit of work to go back and forth to her house multiple times a day. She gave me a big gift card to Powell's and told me I had to buy something fun. I bought the ENTIRE Realm of the Elderlings saga. 

Lately I've been in a reading valley. It's not a slump - I've read some very good books - but the books are not exciting me or making me eager to read them. So the advice I've always gotten about these situations is to do a reread. So here I am. First up is The Assassin's Apprentice. 

Fitz is the bastard son of Prince Chivalry. His mother's family abandons him at a royal home and he's raised in the background of court, mostly hanging out with the stableman, Burrich, who is his father's man. Well, King Shrewd realizes that Fitz could be useful, so he convinces Fitz to tutor under Chade, Shrewd's assassin. Along the way, Fitz realizes he has a special bond with animals called the Wit, which is taboo. He's also tutored by a dickwad named Galen to try to be able to Skill, a talent only those with royal blood have, but Fitz is not good at it. Anyway, he has to go on a mission to kill someone and he sort of succeeds, but more by accident than anything else. Meanwhile, Prince Regal, second in line to the throne, hates Fitz, so I'm pretty sure that's going to be important. 

Let's all pour one out for Nosy and Smithy, Fitz's dogs who, sadly, do not make it through the entirety of this novel. 

Look, this book is SO GOOD. Fitz is a traumatized child who immediately clings to any adult who shows him any attention. No one actually teaches him the nuances of the court, so he never has any idea what's really going on. He has no idea why Regal and Galen despise him, even though to the reader, it's crystal clear. Dogs show him real affection, so of course he develops his Wit, even though Burrich tells him it's shameful. It's such a great character study of poor Fitz. And we sort of know, before we're even halfway done with this first book in this entire eighteen book series, that it's always going to be poor Fitz.

I listened to the audiobook and it's so good. If you haven't read this, what are you waiting for? 

5/5 stars

Lines of note:

All events, no matter how earthshaking or bizarre, are diluted within moments of their occurrence by the continuance of the necessary routines of day-to-day living. Men walking a battlefield to search for wounded among the dead will still stop to cough, to blow their noses, still lift their eyes to watch a V of geese in flight. I have seen farmers continue their plowing and planting, heedless of armies clashing but a few miles away.  (Chapter 3)

You guys, I just looked this up. It is the same exact passage I marked when I read this in 2020. 

"...Burrich's shown you both how to work, and how to obey. Two things that Burrich himself excels at. You're not especially strong, or fast, or bright. Don't think you are. But you'll have the stubbornness to wear down anyone stronger, or faster, or brighter than yourself. And that's more of a danger to you than to anyone else." (Chapter 4)

So much foreshadowing in this book, friends. Fitz is so incompetent at everything he does. 

"There isn't much in a man's head," he told me, "that can't be cured by working and taking care of something else." (Chapter 5)

Right? I get out of bed to take care of my girls. 

"Keppet," said the woman at the next mat as I completed my purchase. I glanced at her, thinking she was addressing the woman I had just paid. But she was staring at me. "Keppet," she said, quite insistently, and I wondered what I meant in her language. It seemed a request for something, but the older woman only stared coldly out into the street, so I shrugged at her younger neighbor apologetically and turned away as I stowed the nuts in my basket.

I hadn't gotten more than a dozen steps away when I heard her shriek "Keppet!" yet again. I looked back to see the two women engaged in a struggle. The older one gripped the younger one's wrists and the younger one struggled and thrashed and kicked to get free of her. (Chapter 6)

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THIS IS FITZ'S MOM. 

 

The more tolerant Chade was, the more surly I felt. (Chapter 7)

Teenagers, right? Or, alternately, me when I'm hungry. I hate it when my husband is super reasonable when I'm pissed off. 

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years. (Chapter 24)

Poor Fitz. 

Hat mentions (why hats?)

so many new garments, hats, and accoutrements for Regal (Chapter 19)

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Do you reread books? How often? What motivates you to do a reread? 

Weekend Roundup

Friday during the day, I put my nose to the grindstone and got my work inbox from over 260 emails to under 30. I felt like confetti should have rained from the sky. Alas, it did not. 

Friday after work my friend Gina and I went to a Paint & Sip at a local art shop that is located in the same space as our new bookstore. Gina accidentally drank the paint water and I accidentally painted my water bottle, but we made it out alive.

Now, neither of us are artists. We are lovely human beings and we have a lot of strengths, including being great humans to a dog and a cat, holding big girl jobs, and paying taxes. But I will send out a delightful prize (to be determined) to the first person who correctly identifies who or what exactly we painted here in the comments. 

Yes, I hope everyone notices that I'm wearing LAYERS and REAL SHOES because that is the bullshit that is living in Wisconsin. The next weekend I'm home I'm going to have to put away my summer dresses and bring out my stupid cold weather wardrobe. 

Moving on. Saturday my husband went to visit a sick friend who lives in Madison. While he did that, I went to Sephora and World Market. I don't remember the last time I meandered around a store without a specific mission - maybe when Joann's was going out of business? Well, here's what I do. I look at an item, come up with a price for what I would pay for it in my mind, and then when the price tag says anywhere from twice to five times that price, I immediately laugh at myself for thinking this is 2002 and leave the store without buying anything.

The popcorn advent calendar was $45. Forty-five American dollars, yo. No, thank you. 

Then we went to Costco, but the less said about that the better.  I wish it were closer so we could go on a non-Saturday. (We can't go on Sunday because the pharmacy isn't open on Sunday.)

Sunday I packed my bags and Dr. BB drove me to the airport. Now I'm in Philadelphia, which is a real city, yo. I guess in my mind all the cities in Pennsylvania are like Pittsburgh, which more of a large town. ANYWAY. I managed to get myself from the airport to the hotel on the train and didn't make a single wrong turn getting to my hotel. Then I went out to dinner and meandered around for a bit before heading back to the hotel because, friends, fall HAS not hit Philly yet and I was dressed for 60s and rainy (what it was when I left Madison) and it was almost 80 here. I was sweating like a stadium beer is what I'm saying. 

Mural on the train station exit. 

Not a bad view from my hotel room. 

Public art!

I'm pretty sure my camera lens was messed up. Will try again for a crisper photo tomorrow night. 

Just a quick reminder that you should vote for the next CBBC book if you have not done so already. Just fill out this Google form. At first, there was such a runaway winner that I ordered one of the books from the bookstore, but it's a really tight race now. The scores are 39, 40, and 41, which is SHOCKINGLY close. The form will close on Thursday or whenever I get around to looking at the results when I get back into town. 

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Okay, who or what did Gina and I paint? There is a great prize at stake here. Have you ever been to Philly? Why wasn't I aware of the fact that it's a real city? 

Five for Friday, Edition #50: The Good and Bad of Our Four-Legged Friends

There's a lot (too much?) of capslock in this post. I'm just warning you. If you don't want to watch me go off the rails in real typing time, maybe skip this post. 

1) Remember that adorable fawn with its mom? Well, the fawn is no longer in the picture and the doe has taken to sitting under our pine tree drooling. She's skin and bones and is not even remotely moved when Hannah lunges and barks at her, so we're pretty sure she has CWD (don't click that link if you don't want to be sad). It's not a good scene. The DNR thanked us for calling, but told us to the call our local police, who politely told us to fuck off. So, hey, if next week there's an update about a dead deer in our yard, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR MY REACTION. (NOTE: She hasn't been in our yard for about 24 hours. I am hoping she went off and died in an appropriate deer dying place, LIKE THE WOODS.)

2) Speaking of, we think something died in our basement and it smells repulsive. We cannot figure out WHAT died, though, OR WHERE IT IS, so if you come to our house, now it smells like dog shit AND dead animal. WELCOME TO THE GIMBALSH HOUSEHOLD, HERE'S SOME queaseEASE. (I don't think this is actually true, but who the hell knows? I'm nose blind to the house at this point. Who wants to volunteer to come visit and tell me?)

3) I hit a ground squirrel on the way to work this morning. Am I sad about this? YES. There was also a dead squirrel in front of the sidewalk two doors down earlier this week and Hannah now thinks that when we get to that sidewalk square, we need to walk ten feet into the yard to avoid it. She is so smart that she was trained to do that on only two walks, isn't she? 

She is all nose. 

4) Life hack: Some months ago, we switched kitty litters to Lightweight Tidy Cats after years of using the cheapest 40 pound bag I could get at the local pet store. THIS HAS BEEN LIFE CHANGING. It's less dusty, less stinky, and when I spill it, it doesn't require every single muscle in my upper body to clean it up. I strongly prefer the scent free versions; there are Glade versions that I think are sort of gross - do you want your cat poop to be covered up with the artificial scent of an ocean with dead fish? Anyway. Do you have a cat? Does it use litter? Consider lightweight litter. Pro tip from me to you.

Collage of bad photos I have taken of my pretty kitty. She refuses to look at the camera when I take out my phone. She's like a sulky teen. I'm particularly fond of the one where she's cuddling scissors and earbuds. 

5) Life hack: Make homemade capsules for the bitter powder your dog has to take for the rest of her life. Remember Hannah's GI issues? Well, the vet has given up on trying to treat whatever the underlying cause of it is. Apparently some dogs, MOSTLY SHEPHERDS, OF COURSE, are just on this medication all the time. So now Hannah's in that club. Anyway, we bought some 1000 (ONE THOUSAND) empty capsules, fancy tweezers to hold said capsules, and now we have an assembly line of pill making once a month. DON'T YOU WISH YOU LIVED WITH US?

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Random things I need to tell of you.

1) I'm going to be out of town for a conference next week, so I'll be MIA. Am I looking forward to this conference? Absolutely not. But I might get to see my cousin, so that's all right. Oh, if you happen to be in Philly on Monday morning, let me know. I have nothing on my calendar right now. I'm not opposed to sleeping in, to be honest. 

2) What is this complete and utter bullshit? TREES ARE ALREADY CHANGING. I HAD TO WEAR REAL SHOES ON TUESDAY BECAUSE IT WAS TOO COLD FOR SANDALS. Bring back summer! Boo to fall! Next year I'm moving to Belize. (I am not moving to Belize.)

3) I don't remember the third thing. It's probably for the best.

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Any news from four-legged creatures in your life? Are the leaves changing where you live? How do you feel about that? Are you going to be in Philadelphia early next week?