About a month before she turned 103, this is the last one I'll upload here. I wish I could've done so much of a better job.

I'll post the rest from this 10 year trajectory on soundcloud — it's wild hearing her change, knowing the lady inside is hardly different at all, the soul the heart the real brain. But things start to come out differently — and the person recognizes the differences between the self and this other thing, this deteriorating thing, this clumsy thing.

And for all the same reasons we started recording — I'm here at 35 feeling so much of those same beats. I'm aware enough to know this isn't working, still aware enough to know this ain't it. Of course there are differences, of course of course. But I can't shake that pain, of the dissonance between selves, of the gaps between so many things. Me and me and us and all of us. I miss her. As I write this, I miss you, but there's nothing to regret. I hope this can just exist here like a little water fountain at a park, tap on, running gently if you push the button hard, not bothering everyone else who brought enough to drink. Bleep bloop.

Love,

AVL

The feeling over here is "wrap stuff up!" Will upload the collection of phone calls over deteriorating time on soundcloud. This is one of them from when Grandma was about 101.

https://soundcloud.com/adamvalenlevinson

ok, this is going to take far more than I've got left to make this not worse than nothing. huge apologies.

i'll upload all the files to soundcloud because you can just upload a bunch of things at once and then... yknow... they'll be there, hopefully in chronological order just if you want to spend any more time with grams — sorry for not editing more of my bs out better. comic timing

https://soundcloud.com/adamvalenlevinson

If these have started uploading, it means you have outlived the hosts of this podcast, such as it was. Grandma died in 2023, Adam in 2024. But I think the both of us would've still wanted to put them out there because... um... help me think of the right words. Poop? I think the word is poop.

There's a a bunch of long sessions from our first round of doing these in 2014. Then some more over the next few years. Then there are our phone calls as both of our brains take turns south. Will schedule all of it just in case anyone can squeeze any good juice out of it. I love you, you're great.

Just taking the title from whatever title was on the file. Can't imagine we really stuck to a topic — I'm sorry I couldn't get it together to make something more fun. All of this just a little too little too late, or too solitary too late, too self-centered when the key is to find a way to live outwards. Toooo many words, toodle-oo & stay tuned for more if you'd like.

this was one of my grandma's helpers, talking about how she would be sad to lose her. i think it's good to hear from june (happy june btw)— sorry all of this came off the rails so hard

Losing the thread guys — I wish I had the energy to chop it up, but the energy goes into a cycle of not being able to make even the tiniest choices, so it's either here's a thing if there's one person out there who'd click... or here's nada. I guess the key with creation is to not need responses, not need anything more than the act of distribution/birth/sharing — but... man really I just wanted to talk with you so, this ain't gonna cut it is it.

If these have started uploading, it means none of us are around anymore to edit anything. But still wanted to put them out there because... um... help me think of the right words.

There's a a bunch of long sessions from our first round of doing these in 2014. Then some more over the next few years. Then there are our phone calls as both of our brains take turns south. Will schedule all of it just in case anyone can squeeze any good juice out of it. I love you, you're great.

Just taking the title from whatever title was on the file. Can't imagine we really stuck to a topic — I'm sorry I couldn't get it together to make something more fun.

i am losing the ability to upload these — the louder of the opinions in my head are saying "dude why c'mon stop" and there's no one next to me saying sure why not. i haven't done enough to earn your attention, enough editing enough preparation. it shouldn't be so hard but I can't do it anymore, and so I'm jsut leaving this here if you feel like tapping in & tapping out — I don't feel I deserve anything, not asking for you to stay stay stay — truly just in case this was fun for a bit and if there's no harm in more.

titles just came from whatever's on the file — not able to keep listening to these. i listen to bits and i have all these thoughts like... maybe the way a baker looks at a field of corn and thinks hmm I bet we could make some cookies but where will I find the time or where will I find the people to share them with or what if I want to use some new recipe or what if maybe I could just experiment but wait where am I where was I. (something like that)