Podcast appearances and mentions of Matthew Barber

In this episode I talk to my friends Matt Barber and Josh Williams about the dark side of growing up in American Christian churches. All of us were products of 90's and 2000's church culture; I was raised in the Lutheran church and they were raised in the Nazarene church. They share some of the stories, both funny and serious, about the weird, frustrating, and harmful experiences they had growing up in the church, and we discuss the awkward relationship that Christians have with American culture. We also explore the direction of the church and how we wound up where we are today. As an added bonus, we debate whether or not Adam had a belly button. If you were ever surprised, hurt, intrigued, or weirded out by church culture, this episode is for you. Enjoy! Media Referenced:Matt Barber episode: https://libertarianchristians.com/episode/future-christian-higher-education-dr-matthew-barber/Josh Williams episode: https://libertarianchristians.com/episode/the-power-of-stories-leaving-ministry-changing-beliefs-podcasting-josh-williams-podbless/PodBless YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxeNCR8iQwItepJVh6vPU2QX: @podblessPodBless website: https://linktr.ee/PodBless The Protestant Libertarian Podcast is a project of the Libertarian Christian Institute and a part of the Christians For Liberty Network. The Libertarian Christian Institute can be found at www.libertarianchristians.com.Questions, comments, suggestions? Please reach out to me at theprotestantlibertarian@gmail.com.  You can also follow the podcast on Twitter: @prolibertypod, and Youtube, @ProLibertyPod, where you will get shorts and other exclusive video content. For more about the show, you can go to theprotestantlibertarianpodcast.com. If you like the show and want to support it, you can! Go to libertarianchristians.com, where you can donate to LCI and buy The 

ONE SPRING NIGHT, thirty-eight years ago, I was camping in my back yard with my four friends Rodney “Raskol” Lodkochnikov, Marvin Jones, Rose “Spike” O'Grady, and Matthew Barber. Spike had brought our meandering conversation to a sudden end when . . . Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

This is the June 16, 2024 edition of Georgian Bay Roots Radio, hosted by Lloyd Lemon. In this, our 400th episode, Lloyd presents music to celebrate Fathers Day. Artists featured include: Sandy Harron; Kailey Jane Hawkins; Larry Jensen; Amber May; Matthew Barber; Stan Rogers; Garnet Rogers; Adrian Sutherland; The Kingston Trio; Nanci Griffith; Murray McLauchlan; Johnny Cash; and Rick Fines!

Between writing his debut Clever Hopes album, Artefact, and the songs that comprise New Kind of Familiar, Andrew Shaver experienced his fair share of significant events—falling in love, moving to Nova Scotia, becoming a father. These are the things occupying his mind on the new record, and yet, they don't exist in a vacuum; Shaver rejects tidy narratives and time's linear arrow, and instead lets the album take shape with the same flow and verve of real life, bouncing back and forth in his lyrics between memory, the glorious, the complicated present, and anticipation. "There was a lot of looking back on Artefact," Shaver says. "New Kind of Familiar is far more forward looking; there are songs on which I've been able to celebrate the place I'm in now - a place of stability and clarity. There's a song that deals directly with the question of death, and one about the birth of my son, or essentially, rebirth." Bringing such a diversity of arrangements to life necessitated a crack team of close and new friends, which Shaver assembled to join him at Joel Plaskett's Fang Recording studio in Dartmouth: Eva Foote (vocals), Matthew Barber (vocals, mixing, production), Joe Grass (guitars), Afie Jurvanen aka Bahamas (guitars), Kyle Cunjak (bass), Joshua van Tassel (drums). Steve O'Connor recorded the keys after the fact in Port Hope, and Kev Foran once again played the brass from his studio in Dublin. Join East Coast DNA host Darcy Walsh for a chat with Andrew Shaver aka Clever Hopes about acting, music, and working behind the scenes. We dive into the new Clever Hopes album, "New King of Familar" and invite you all to join the band for a celebration of the sophomore album:CLEVER HOPES ALBUM RELEASE SHOWS Saturday, June 22 - Dartmouth, NS - The Sanctuary Arts Centre - https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/clever-hopes-new-kind-of-familiar-album-release-tickets-898840755897?aff=oddtdtcreator Tuesday, July 16 - Toronto, ON - Cameron House (Back Room) - https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/clever-hopes-new-kind-of-familiar-album-release-tickets-898861267247?aff=oddtdtcreator Subscribe to @eastcoastdna for more music + arts coverage throughout the year. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/east-coast-dna/message

A new MP3 sermon from Berean Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Admiration Speaker: Matthew Barber Broadcaster: Berean Baptist Church Event: Special Meeting Date: 2/10/2024 Bible: Ephesians 5:22-33 Length: 37 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Berean Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Forgiveness in the Home Speaker: Matthew Barber Broadcaster: Berean Baptist Church Event: Sunday - AM Date: 2/11/2024 Bible: Ephesians 4:29-32 Length: 54 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Berean Baptist Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Forgiveness in the Home Speaker: Matthew Barber Broadcaster: Berean Baptist Church Event: Sunday - AM Date: 2/11/2024 Bible: Ephesians 4:29-32 Length: 54 min.

Caught up with the barber filmmaker brothers who came back on the show and talked about thier Vietnam Short Paranormal Horror film Sempre Avanti

Margaret Cannon, P.K. Rangachari and Angela Misri recommend mystery books to cut though the holiday treacle, Matthew Barber reveals the book he's reading right now, and TNC columnist Randy Boyagoda on "The Rushdie Affair", and more.

Today on “Time for a Check Up” in Midday Mobile Dan Brennan discussed out patient total knee replacement along with hip replacement with Dr. Matthew Barber from Alabama Orthopedic Clinic.

After a 3-month Hiatus I am so happy to be back and sharing a great conversation with juno-nominated Singer-Songwriter Matthew Barber following the release of his EP No Singing Or Dancing (July 2022). Matthew and I have a great discussion about the tracks that make up the EP and how they were created, his longevity in the music industry, consistent revenue streams, writing for a theatrical production of The Graduate with Justin Rutledge, his perspective on streaming numbers and with becoming a new dad (I have two young boys myself), we have a little fun discussing the kind of music that's REALLY been playing around our homes. It's a wonderful chat and I hope you enjoy it.Theme music composed by: @bedroomanticsmusicWatch the video interview here.https://www.matthewbarber.com/"Release Day," an ongoing series where we sit down with Canadian musicians of all genres to discuss their latest releases from singles to albums, and their strategy behind releasing it to the world.https://releasedayseries.com/https://twitter.com/ReleasedaySrshttps://www.instagram.com/releaseday_series/

This week your two favorite gents are back as Zane and Joe grab a hold of Nathan and Matthew Barber's shorts and dig in!  If you have not seen any of the Barber Brother's shorts: "Go Back", "No One is Coming", "The Specter of Weeping Hill" or "Get Out of There"; you need to get a hold of them and implore them to share a way to see them!  The Matthew and Nathan are super cool dudes and Joe and Zane had great time chatting about their films and what makes them tick.  On the episode Zane may or may not be pants-less and Joe may or may not love PJ Starks.  You all heard it here first....THE BARBER BROTHERS ARE THE NEXT BIG THING! 

In this episode, I interview Dr. Matthew Barber on the future of Christian higher education. Dr. Barber worked for nearly a decade in Christian higher education, and earned his PhD in Organizational Leadership, and he now works in business in the public sector. He has a unique perspective on the business aspects of Christian higher education because he both taught the subject and worked within the institution. We discuss what makes a Christian organization successful, why school like Liberty University are thriving where other failed, why ethical controls in Christian universities create unintended problems, the politicization of higher education, and other important issues.Questions, comments, suggestions? Please reach out to me at theprotestantlibertarian@gmail.com.  You can also follow the podcast on Twitter: @prolibertypod. If you like the show and want to support it, you can! Check out the Protestant Libertarian Podcast page at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/theplpodcast. Also, please consider giving me a star rating and leaving me a review, it really helps expand the shows profile! Thanks!

5AS MR. SIMONE divided us into groups that morning in the auditorium, I began to guess what the groups meant. I couldn't have guessed then all the implications of the division, but I guessed that the boys and girls in a group would be in the same classroom. Other rumors about the meaning of the groupings circulated through the auditorium, including the idea that one group would be sent to a reform school, and that another contained the finalists in the name-the-school contest, but I decided that the boys and girls who remained with me were going to be my classmates: these would be the boys and girls with whom I'd be closest, at least in school. In the very first division, I was separated from the Glynns and from Matthew Barber. When Mr. Simone finally stopped, I was in a group with all the Ls and the first half of the Ms. Raskol Lodkochnikov was in my group, and so was Veronica McCall.6OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, Veronica and I saw a great deal of each other, not only at school, but after school, usually at her house. I was pleased and flattered by Veronica's attentions, and I enjoyed showing off for her when we studied together. I enjoyed less the domestic tone that Veronica gave to our afternoons. The McCalls' neighbors, the Parettis, had an infant child, Frankie. Very often, when I arrived, I would find that Veronica had volunteered to give Frankie an airing. Walking side by side, very much as if we were his parents, we would push Frankie around the neighborhood in his carriage. We would stop when someone wanted a look at him, and Veronica would beam when he was praised (which wasn't often, for Frankie was a singularly unattractive baby, the kind that makes people, when they poke their heads under the hood of the carriage, gasp and say, “Oh, my!”). Veronica worried about whether Frankie was too cold or too warm and whether he was developing as he should. I hid from her my conviction that he hadn't a brain in his head. Now and then, Veronica, playing at our being Frankie's parents, would nuzzle me and suggest that perhaps we should have “another baby” so that Frankie wouldn't be lonesome. My stomach grew cold when she asked me if I thought we should give it a try. At the time, I thought that the coldness was caused only by the prospect of bringing into the world another baby like Frankie, but the truth is that the sexuality Veronica had discovered on the other side of puberty scared me to death. I was to begin to recognize that truth one afternoon late in September.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” “Take the Long Way Home,” and “Call Me Larry,” the first eight novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

2THE NEW SCHOOL OPENED on schedule, although the building wasn't finished. On the first day, in the middle of the morning, all of us were herded into the auditorium to hear the principal, Mr. Simon, explain the rules that we would have to follow. It was with nervous anticipation that we shuffled through the hallways to the auditorium, because all of us assumed that once Mr. Simon had finished explaining the rules, he would announce the winner of the name-the-school contest.     Scaffolding was arranged on the sides of the auditorium, and dozens of workmen stood on it, working on a tangle of wires, pipes, and ducts that would, perhaps, be concealed by a ceiling someday. No carpet was on the floor yet, and some of the seats hadn't been installed, so some of the sixth-graders had to stand in ranks at the back of the hall where the seats should have been. The whine of the workmen's electric drills and saws and the blows of their hammers echoed in the hall.     Principal Simon stood at a lectern on the stage. When the auditorium was full, he blew into a microphone.     “May I have quiet, please?” he asked, raising his eyes toward the scaffolding and looking around the room. Some of the workmen had heard him and noticed his look. They stopped work, elbowed their co-workers, and began shushing one another, and gradually the noise stopped.     “Thank you,” said Mr. Simon. “We'll try to get through this as quickly as possible. Then Mr. Simone, our new superintendent of public schools, will talk to you.” Mr. Simon nodded in the direction of Mr. Simone, and a thrill of anticipation ran through all of us, as if we had been wired together. Mr. Simone must be the one who would announce the winner. Mr. Simon shuffled through some papers on the lectern, cleared his throat, and spoke to us with measured simplicity.     “Now, boys and girls, as you can see, the school is not quite finished yet.” Roars of laughter came from the scaffolding, a couple of hoots, and then much shushing. Mr. Simon ignored it and went on. “Because the school is not quite finished, we are going to have to try to stay out of the workmen's way.” One of the workmen made a remark that no one but his fellows beside him could make out. They roared.     “I have made a list of some of the things that we will have to do to stay out of their way. I hope you will listen very carefully.”     We all listened carefully, even the workmen on the scaffolding.     “Do not walk under ladders,” Mr. Simon began. He went on, citing reasons for not walking under ladders, offering anecdotes that illustrated the misfortune that could befall a person who did walk under ladders, and then went on to another rule. While he spoke, we, and the men on the scaffolding, listened less and less carefully. It was the sort of thing we had heard before. All of us, at least all of the kids, wanted to get to the announcement of the winner of the name-the-school contest. When Principal Simon finally finished, he asked whether there were any questions. Matthew Barber raised his hand, but a much larger boy beside him quickly pulled it down and held Matthew in his seat so that he couldn't raise it again.     “All right, then,” said Mr. Simon. I took a deep breath and held it. My heart was pounding. All around me, boys and girls took deep breaths of their own and held them. The auditorium was eerily quiet, except for the muffled rumble of our pounding hearts. “In just a minute,” said Mr. Simon, “Mr. Simone is going to—”     I swallowed hard. I wiped my palms on my pants. “This is it,” said Raskol. His jaws were clenched, and he was slowly striking his fists together. A sigh came from somewhere behind me, and Kevin McManus, in front of me, crossed himself and bowed his head.     “—explain your room assignments and your lunch, gym, art, music, and recess schedules to you,” said Mr. Simon. A unanimous groan escaped from us. “Well,” said Mr. Simon, “I know that you've been sitting still—or some of you have been standingstill—for a long time. What do you say we have a little seventh-inning stretch? Why don't we have a game of Simon Says?”Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” “Take the Long Way Home,” and “Call Me Larry,” the first eight novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

13I ALSO ENGAGED the help of Matthew Barber. Matthew wasn't enthusiastic at first. In fact, he was convinced that the production was going to be a farce.     “Peter,” he said, “all of you are going to look like a bunch of idiots when this hits the boards.”     “‘Hits the boards'?” I asked.     “That's theater talk,” he said. “You're not very familiar with the theater, are you?” he asked.     I thought of reminding him about my success as an elf, but from the way Matthew's mouth was twisted I could tell that it wouldn't go very far toward making him think that I was “familiar with the theater.”     “No,” I confessed.     He shook his head and let out a long sigh. “I'll never understand school,” he muttered. “Look, Peter,” he said, looking me in the face and putting his hands on my shoulders, “it's not going to be easy, you know. You can't just have a bunch of kids running around the stage like madmen and fools. This is a very complicated play.”     “Oh,” I said, “we're using a simple version, just for kids.”     “I should have known,” he said. “But that doesn't make any difference. It's complicated no matter how simple they make it.     This didn't make any sense to me, but I nodded my head gravely, as if I recognized that it would be impossible not to agree.     “You've got to create an atmosphere of gloom,” said Matthew. “At the end, we've got to see that Lear has lost everything. You see? Did you read the play?”     “Oh, yeah!” I said. I was hurt that Matthew would think I hadn't.     “Well, don't you see what I'm talking about?”     “Well—”     “Worst of all,” said Matthew, “he loses the illusion that his daughters loved him. Only when he's blind does he finally see the truth. Then he understands that Goneril and Regan think he's just a crazy old fool.”     I nodded my head in the way that adults did when they meant to indicate by the nodding, “Too true, too true.”     “There's no fool like an old fool,” I offered. I had heard my parents say this from time to time, and considered it an example of the kind of painfully acquired wisdom that adults laid claim to.     Matthew looked at me incredulously. “‘No fool like an old fool,'” he repeated. “Oh, God, this is going to be just horrible,” he said. “All right, Peter. You really need my help. I'll do it.”     “Great!” I said. “I knew you'd help me out, Matthew. We're going to have great fun with this, you'll see. Here.”     I gave him a copy of The Story of King Lear and His Daughters. Matthew sneered at the book, but he did help me. In his heart of hearts, he must have been convinced that the play was doomed to failure, but part of him had decided to challenge fate on my behalf, to try with everything he had in him to make it a success for my sake. He had an apparently endless supply of ideas for staging the play, and yet he had no real enthusiasm for what he was doing. He would suggest things to me, or explain things to me, or listen tirelessly to my questions, all the time wearing a look that said, “We haven't got a chance in the world of pulling this off.”     “The way I see the play is this,” Matthew announced one day. “Lear is in the clam-processing business. He owns a big plant. He's worth a lot of money.”     “Matthew—” I said.     “He knows he's going to die soon, so he wants his daughters to take over the family business.”     “Matthew,” I said, “we have to use these scripts.”     “Oh, yeah,” said Matthew, “we'll use those scripts, but we'll put the kids in costumes that make them look like people in the clam-processing business, and the scenery—”     His eyes lit up, and something almost like a smile formed on his lips.     “—the scenery will look like Babbington!”     “Matthew,” I asked, “couldn't we just do it the regular way? Couldn't we just do it the way people usually do it, the way the book says to do it?”     Matthew gave me a look of profound disappointment. “Peter,” he said, as if he were explaining something to a child, speaking as slowly and simply as he could, “you asked for my help, remember? This is our only chance to make something out of this. And it's my big chance. This is going to make me famous in the fourth grade.” He paused and went right for my weak spot. “It might even make me happy.”     “Matthew,” I said, “I think this is going to get me into a lot of trouble.”Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” and “Take the Long Way Home,” the first seven novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

3I CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND ME, and in a watery haze I walked down the hall, away from the familiar, toward the unknown. I wasn't crying, but there was a lump in my throat, my eyes were watering, and everything ahead of me was blurry, indistinct. I had closed the door of Room 218 behind me, but in a larger sense I had closed a larger door, and the echoes of its closing reverberated in the hazy corridor that lay ahead of me. I had closed the door on third grade, on a part of my childhood, forever. I was walking toward an uncertain future, and I couldn't make out where I was going.     From my right, I heard Matthew Barber's voice. “Peter,” he called, “watch where you're going. You'll fall down the stairs.” I felt his hand on my arm. He stopped me from going farther. “Come on,” he said. “Come into the boys' room.” I followed where he led me, and after I had dried my eyes and washed my face I felt better.     “I feel better now,” I said. I clutched my camera a little tighter for strength, stood up straight, and added, “Let's go to the fourth grade, shall we?”     “I don't know, Peter,” said Matthew. “We're probably making a big mistake. Do you think they'd let us back into the third grade?”     “Aw, come on, Matthew,” I said. “We would have gone into the fourth grade eventually anyway. We might as well face up to it now. Besides, I don't think they'll let us go back—there was something about the way the door closed behind me—and the way it echoed in the hallway.”     Matthew stared at the floor. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I heard that too.” He sighed. “We should have left well enough alone,” he said, shaking his head. “Things usually turn out wrong.”     I gave him a knock on the shoulder, as if to say, “Chin up!” and said, “Baloney, Matthew! Things are going to be great! We've got a great future ahead of us!” I was beginning to believe it. “Fourth grade, here we come,” I said. “Room 231, here we come!”     “Two thirty-four,” he said, still looking at the floor.     “No—231,” I said. From my shirt pocket I took a manila card. Matthew took a similar card from his shirt pocket. On his card was written miss MISS FIORE, ROOM 234. I showed him my card. On it was written MRS. GRAHAM, ROOM 231.     “I should have known,” said Matthew. “I let myself get excited about this, I let myself be happy, and look what happened. I should have known. I should have known.”     He walked out of the boys' room, and I followed him. He walked down the hall to the door of Room 234 while I stood in the hall watching. He never lifted his eyes from the floor, and he was still looking at the floor, shaking his head and muttering “I should have known,” when he opened the door and walked in. I wondered how on earth he had been able to tell where he was going.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” and “Take the Long Way Home,” the first seven novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

1WHEN REPORT CARDS were handed out at the Babbington Grammar School, some of my classmates fell into a whimpering terror, instinctively cowering and covering their vulnerable spots, as skittish and apprehensive as squirrels. Others began whooping and crowing, pounding one another on the back, and totting up their spoils. At the time it didn't occur to me to pity the first group, but I certainly envied the second, for my parents considered it a Principle of Child Rearing not to reward my accomplishments in school.     When I brought a report card home, I got small praise for even the best of grades, and almost nothing in the way of tangible rewards. My father would say, looking at the best report card in my class, or even in the whole school, “That's what I expected.” Sometimes Gumma or Guppa would slip me a dollar, or my mother would give me a hug and whisper, “I'm proud of you, Peter,” but these tokens seemed insignificant indeed beside the handsome cash prizes some of my friends collected. Some were paid for meeting certain standards, negotiated with their parents in advance, standards that were often, it seemed to me, quite low for the loot involved. Others were rewarded for showing any improvement at all; quite a few made out pretty well just for getting through six weeks without being sent to the principal's office; and still others could collect a metal dump truck or a movie pass just for compiling a decent attendance record. It didn't seem just.     However, on the extraordinary occasion when Matthew Barber and I were, after three weeks in the third grade, moved ahead to the fourth, I did get a reward: a camera, the first I had ever owned. It was small, well suited to the hands of a third-grader, but it was an unusual possession for a child in those times, a sophisticated gadget even for a fourth-grader.     The camera was made of black plastic, the kind called Bakelite. In overall shape, it was a cube, but a cube on which every edge had been smoothly rounded, as if the designer had streamlined it in case the photographer had to use it in a high wind. On each side was a vertical slide of bright metal that traveled in a channel molded into the Bakelite, so that, by moving these slides toward the top, one could separate the front and back halves of the camera to load or unload the film or to examine the interior. At its upper end, each metal slide terminated in a circular lug, through which were threaded the ends of a braided plastic strap. In the center of the back was a round window of translucent red plastic through which one could see the numbers on the paper backing of the film.     At the center of the front half was the lens, smooth and limpid, inside a crater of plastic. A short cream-colored shaft projected from a protuberance on the body. The top of the shaft was flattened to form the button that one pushed to take a picture. On the bottom of the camera was a knurled knob, also made of cream-colored plastic, that one turned to advance the film. Across the top of the camera, mounted in a channel molded into both halves of the body, was the viewfinder. When one held the camera with the viewfinder to one's eye, the forefinger of one's right hand fell quite naturally on the shutter button, and the middle finger fell quite naturally over the right half of the lens.     I loved that camera. I carried it with me everywhere for nearly a year, because holding it and looking at it reminded me that I had done something my parents regarded as extraordinarily worthy. But as much as the camera pleased me it intimidated me. A statement in the instruction booklet said, “Snapshots will capture your memories forever,” and I understood at once that the snapshots I was likely to take would capture forever memories of my childish ineptitude as a photographer, the evidence of my awkwardness and uncertainty. Clearly, the wise thing to do would be to avoid using film until I had acquired some poise, if only enough so that I wouldn't take pictures I would really regret, so I put the film in the back of my sock drawer to save until I felt confident enough to use it.     For practice, I took filmless photographs, hoping that I'd become familiar enough with the camera to be able to handle it with skill and nonchalance. I trembled whenever I brought the viewfinder to my eye and tried to frame a picture. My finger froze on the white plastic button that would capture this memory forever, or would have if there had been film in the camera. I wanted to push the button, but some small consideration would always make me hesitate.     Maybe it would be better to aim a little higher, in case I might be cutting off the top of someone's head.     If I waited just a moment, maybe Guppa would smile.     Was I too close?     Should I wait until the sun came out from behind that cloud?     Had I remembered to turn the knob after the last picture?     Maybe I should wait for another opportunity altogether.     Maybe I didn't really want to preserve this memory at all.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” and “Take the Long Way Home,” the first seven novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

Peter Leroy recalls his childhood friend Matthew Barber. Peter and Matthew seem unlikely friends. Matthew finds little to like in life, and his outlook is decidedly blue. Peter finds much to like in life, though nearly everything puzzles him, and he is essentially sanguine about his future, no matter how groundless his optimism might be. Eventually the friends find, as most friends do, that each has added to his developing self a little of the other.“The Fox and the Clam” is a wonderfully wacky ringing of plot changes on the kind of idiotically moralistic fables that used to fill the pages of elementary school readers. John Stark Bellamy II, The Cleveland Plain Dealer“The Fox and the Clam” tells us how Peter learned to read, with many versions of the “Fable of the Fox and the Clam;” here Peter plays Candide to his cynical classmate Matthew Barber; it is all about happiness and despair, and it is exceedingly wise and exceedingly funny. Lee Pennock Huntington, Vermont Sunday MagazineClamming is the chief industry of Babbington; the town's driveways are paved with crushed clamshells, and shapely shells are recycled as knickknacks by Bivalve Byproducts. . . . The apotheosis of clamdom is reached in “The Fox and the Clam,” in which the clam clearly represents only one thing—being happy-as-a—but does so in a set of thematic variations (ranging from a Saturday-afternoon cartoon about a happy hippo and an unhappy one to a deadly competition having to do with skipping third grade) that raise complicated farce to the level of calculus. Anna Shapiro, The New YorkerGet the eBook edition of “The Fox and the Clam” for free on Apple Books.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. (You can help support the work by choosing a paid subscription instead.)At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” and “Take the Long Way Home,” the first seven novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

5I DIDN'T SEE MATTHEW BARBER again until the first day of kindergarten, and then only at the very end of the day, on the school bus.     It had been an exciting day, and each of us on the bus had a handful of drawings to show mom and dad and a headful of strange events to tell about. Each of us was in his or her own sort of daze: puzzled, overwhelmed.     I rode along, sitting beside a window, on one of the seats toward the back of the bus. I was looking out the window, but I wasn't really noticing anything. I was letting the things I'd seen and heard and done during the day drift through my mind, re-experiencing them and rehearsing the way I would tell about them when I got home. Time passed. From time to time the bus stopped. Each time it did, there was a group of mothers waiting for it. Some children would recognize their mothers and get off at once. Others would remain sitting much as I was, mouths open, eyes blank. Some, I suppose, were rehearsing their stories as I was. Others, I suppose, were just baffled.     A scene often repeated went something like this: a girl sitting staring at nothing suddenly started when a woman who had come onto the bus touched her on the shoulder. She looked up, blinked, and said “Mommy!” Mother and daughter laughed, and the girl began talking as fast as she could, spilling out snippets of the day at random, and pushing papers at her mother, who, beaming, was guiding the child down the aisle toward the door of the bus.     More time passed. The bus emptied. I looked around. There were only two children left, two boys. One was a boy I recognized from the classroom. His name was Mort Grumbacher. He was sitting directly across the aisle from me. The other was Matthew Barber. He was sitting in the seat behind Mort, his head down, staring at the floor.     Mort was looking around wildly, and he had crumpled his papers into a tight ball in his hands.     “They're all gone,” he said to me.     “Yeah,” I said.     “They all went home,” he said.     “Yeah,” I said.     His eyes were wide, but he wasn't really looking at me, he was looking far beyond me, at his future.    “We're going to die on this bus,” he said, “I'm never going to see my mother again.”     “What?” I said. “What?” I looked around the bus again. There really were no other kids left. I looked under the seat, along the floor. There were plenty of drawings left behind, but I didn't see any little feet dangling down from the seats.     “You're probably right,” said Matthew. “The rest of them are all at home right now,” he said. “They're sitting on their mothers' laps.”     “Uh, yeah,” I said, “probably.”     “But we're not going to get home,” said Matthew. Mort's eyes were bulging. His mouth hung open in stupefied horror.     “Sure we are,” I said. “We're going to get home. It's just a longer ride for us.”     Matthew gave me his twisted grin, pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, dismissing me as a ridiculous naïf.     “Nah,” he said. “We're lost.”     “Lost?” I said. “Lost?” I turned back toward the window. We were passing houses that I didn't recognize. We were lost.     “I knew this was going to happen,” Matthew said. “As soon as we drove up to the school, I had a feeling. I felt sick.”     So did I, I remembered. “So did I,” I said.     “Me too,” said Mort. He swallowed hard. It looked to me as if there was a good chance he would be sick right then.     “I knew that if my mother left me there I'd never see her again,” said Matthew. “I screamed, I cried, I kicked. But she left anyway.” He sighed and stared out the window, wistfully, remembering his mother. As I remember him now, he seems so drooped, so sagging and world-weary that I'm surprised he didn't pull a half pint of Jack Daniel's out of his pocket and light up a Lucky.     “Yeah,” I said, but I didn't admit having done anything similar. Mort just kept looking wildly back and forth at Matthew and me, swallowing hard and nodding his head.     “And now,” Matthew said, “the other kids are showing their mothers the drawings they made—”     Mort looked down at the tight, sweaty ball of drawings in his hand. Matthew gave another of those twisted grins, shook his head slowly, and sighed. He crumpled his own drawings into a ball and tossed the ball over his shoulder. Mort looked at him and moaned. He looked at his ball of papers again and then let it fall to the floor. It was the most hopeless gesture I'd ever seen.     “—and they're eating cookies too,” Matthew added.     Then he laughed a mad, desperate laugh. My heart nearly broke. My mother had told me that she'd make chocolate chip cookies for me to have when I got home. When I got home! When I got home!     Mort and I burst into tears at the same time. A voice boomed from the front of the bus, “Hey kids! What are you doing here? Did you miss your stop?”Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” and “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” the first six novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

My mother and Mr. Beaker decided that I had memorized parts of the stories, and that I was making additions and changes to cover up for my not being able to remember other parts. In short, they decided that I couldn't really read at all.     My mother worried about me. In consultation with the other mothers in our neighborhood, she decided that I had serious intellectual deficiencies that should be corrected before I began kindergarten. She wanted to enroll me in the Misses Leighton's Nursery School. She enlisted Eliza Foote as an ally, and together they persuaded Mr. Beaker to endorse the idea. The Misses Leighton's Nursery School was much less practical than what Mr. Beaker would have liked, but it was the only school that that I could possibly attend, since there was no other nursery school in Babbington, and it would at least be a beginning. I would be, at least formally, a student. When my father seemed hesitant, Mr. Beaker offered to pay half the cost, and the matter was settled.     The school was conducted within the Misses Leighton's house, a large and comfortable frame house where the two women—Emily and Louisa—had for some twenty years attended their ailing mother. When she had died at last, the daughters, released from their responsibility well into middle age, had spent their small inheritance on a trip to Greece, where they acquired an enormous number of fascinating miniature plaster replicas of classical statuary, and where Emily learned to play the bouzouki, though not well.     When they returned, they opened the little school, which emphasized the visual arts (mostly coloring, finger painting, and modeling in clay), dance (which consisted of having the children put on shifts made of cheesecloth and romp around the lawn behind Louisa while Emily played the bouzouki), and literature (which consisted of our sitting in a circle and listening to one or the other of the Misses Leighton read aloud).     Most of our instruction took place on their porch. The porch had been enclosed with windows and knotty pine. In my memory of the time I spent there, the sun is always shining. Miss Emily, large and soft, is wearing a white cotton dress with a billowy skirt. She is constantly moving, bustling from one pupil to another, giving out squashy hugs, and from time to time she bursts into operatic passages that make Louisa, a wiry, wan woman with fine, dark hair, wince.     Miss Emily paid particular attention to one of the other boys, who was so plump and soft and pale that the rest of us thought of him as a marshmallow. He was a sad little boy who wore a look of disappointment nearly all the time. He didn't laugh, but neither did he cry. He was so uncommunicative that the rest of us gave up trying to talk to him after a while, though Miss Emily continually urged us to talk to him, to play with him. This was Matthew Barber. All of the rest of us knew that Matthew sometimes stayed at the Leightons' after we left. His mother would come to get him later, when she closed her shop. I had heard my parents talk about how big-hearted the Leighton sisters were, how fortunate Mrs. Barber was that the Leightons allowed Matthew to attend the school for nothing, how fortunate the poor boy was that he had this opportunity.     Outside the porch, behind the house, was a wide lawn, surrounded by lilacs. Surely these lilacs cannot always have been in bloom while I was at the Leightons' school, but in my memory they are. Perhaps I am remembering the lilac cologne that Miss Emily wore.     During the morning we would draw, paint, or model in clay. Then we would eat lunch. All of us brought lunches from home. When it was time to eat, we would gather together in groups of friends. Periodically, Miss Louisa took us aside, one at a time, and reminded us that Matthew was not a happy boy, that he had no father, and that we should share our lunches with him because he didn't have any money. Once, I traded sandwiches with him. The sandwich I gave him was tuna fish, and I was fond of tuna fish sandwiches. The sandwich he gave me was lard, just lard. With the first bite I decided that I'd been duped. I looked at him. He was wolfing down the tuna fish sandwich, but he paused to smile at me. It was not a pure smile. It was more like a sneer.     During the afternoon, we would dance, hurl the discus and javelin, play follow-the-leader, or act in skits. Then at the end of the day, our little group would sit in a ring around Emily or Louisa, who would read to us. On cool days we would sit on the porch, but on warm days we would sit outside on the lawn. After the day's reading, our parents would arrive, and we would go home.     Most of the time, my mother drove me to the school and picked me up at the end of the day. She was always deferential toward the Misses Leighton, who quite bowled her over. Sometimes, though, my father picked me up, and he was always nervous around the Leighton sisters. He would stand with his hands in his pockets for most of the time. He looked at the ground or the floor, or he looked quickly at the drawings and finger paintings I had made, but he almost never raised his eyes to look directly at Emily or Louisa, and since he spoke, when he spoke, in the direction of the floor, neither of them had any idea what he was saying. When we rode home together in the car, he would sometimes ask me questions about what went on at the school, but he seemed more interested in knowing whether the boys and girls changed into their cheesecloth shifts in the same room at the same time than in what I had made out of my ration of clay that day.Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” and “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” the first six novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

THE NEXT MORNING, I began writing the story down. I think that I might have been able to complete it very quickly if I hadn't tried to verify some of the facts. When I did, I found to my surprise that I had made up two essential ingredients.     As part of the story as I told it to Porky White, I had included the version of the fable of the fox and the clam that I remembered from the first real book that I owned, The Little Folks' Big Book. Before I began writing, I went downstairs to the library to see how accurately I had remembered the fable. When I opened the Big Book I was surprised to find that the fable of the fox and the clam was not in it. I had been certain that I had first encountered it there. I had read and reread the Big Book so often as a child that I could recite most of the stories in it, and the memory of the fable of the fox and the clam returned to me with such clarity and force that I was sure it had been one of the stories I had memorized from the Big Book.     A little shaken, I searched through my class photographs from grade school to find a picture of Matthew Barber, a boy who figured prominently in the story as I had told it to Porky. He was not there.     I was rattled. These discoveries were terribly disturbing, because they demonstrated to me that the memories, fabrications, and unrealized desires from my past were in even more of a muddle than I had thought. If I couldn't separate them from one another, then I really didn't know any longer who I was. Fabrications from my Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations were invading the territory that had once been held pretty securely by memories from my life. Dazed and confused, I wandered absently to my workroom and stood at the window, staring.     After weeks of introspection, during which I spent much of each workday standing at the window of my workroom watching the Jolly Tinkers build a foundation for the cottage and move it into place, I came to understand why I had fabricated my memories of Matthew Barber and the fable of the fox and the clam.     So that the reader may be spared the time and effort required to come to a similar understanding, I include here a summary of my conclusions.TO UNDERSTAND the relationship between experience and imagination, one must be familiar with the paint-by-number canvases that were popular when I was a boy. These were canvases or canvas-textured boards on which were printed, in pale blue, the outlines of portions of a picture, each portion to be filled in with paint of a color indicated by a numeral within the outline. It was often not immediately obvious, from looking at the pale blue outlines alone, what some parts of the picture were supposed to depict, but when all the oddly-shaped pieces had been filled with paint, one could see the whole picture—if the painting had been done with care and the viewer stood a considerable distance from it.     It seems to me that my earliest experience with something creates, in my mind, a sketch like the pale blue sketches on those paint-by-number canvases. This sketch then becomes a framework for all my subsequent experiences with similar things. In most of my later life, I've been putting paint into the oddly-shaped segments of a picture that I sketched very early. However, as time has gone on, I've run out of space on the canvas of experience, and in order to accommodate new experiences I have had to paint over some of the older ones. You can, no doubt, imagine the results. The outline and the earliest experiences are soon obscured. The picture grows more distorted as time passes, at least in the sense that it departs more and more from the original outline. However, since the earlier experiences have been obscured by the later ones, I am forced to rely on memory and on the assumed congruity of the later and earlier experiences to reconstruct the earlier ones, and that reliance has been the source of several illusions.     Take, for example, my understanding of the Big Book.     From the Big Book, right from the start, I got the idea—or the pale blue outline of an idea—that all the characters in the Big Book lived in the same place, a place that was as comfortable a home for talking squirrels as it was for dashing knights. Over the course of the years, this childish idea has persisted, although as a young man I came to regard it with the patronizing indulgence that so many of us, as soon as we become young men and women, feel for ourselves as children and our childish misconceptions, and I felt embarrassed by the idea, as I did by many other ideas that seemed like unbecoming baggage for a young man, the intellectual equivalents of hand-me-down cardboard suitcases plastered with stickers from one's parents' travels. But after I had finished being a youth I rediscovered my affection for the idea and began painting away at it.     I have now a fond affection for the idea that all the characters in books live in the same place, the Big-Book place, and I've painted in so much of it over the years that I have a picture of a well-populated town, where, with Albertine on my arm, I sometimes walk along a shady street on a summer morning and pause to watch the talking squirrels gather nuts in Emma Bovary's front yard while Tom Sawyer paints her fence.     At the same time, I seem to have been expanding and distorting the memory of the Big Book itself to include every story that I've ever enjoyed, or every story that has had a strong effect on me. Therefore, it isn't surprising that in the picture I formed of the Big Book I included the fable of the fox and the clam, although in fact it was never there. Nor is it surprising that in the mental pictures I had of my early grade-school years, I painted in the pale and dour face of Matthew Barber, though I didn't meet Matthew until I entered high school.Peter LeroySmall's IslandJuly 28, 1983Have you missed an episode or two or several?You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide.You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed.At Apple Books you can download free eBooks of “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” “Do Clams Bite?,” “Life on the Bolotomy,” “The Static of the Spheres,” “The Fox and the Clam,” and “The Girl with the White Fur Muff,” the first six novellas in Little Follies.You'll find an overview of the entire work in  An Introduction to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy. It's a pdf document. Get full access to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy at peterleroy.substack.com/subscribe

Ol' Tommy Jarvis is up to no good again; bringing Jason Voorhees back from the dead and all.  Zach and Danny return to Crystal Lake for the last time this summer with special guests Matthew and Nathaniel Barber!Subscribe, Rate, and Review the show at RateThisPodcast.com/monsterFilm info from The Barber Brothers can be found here: 1836 PicturesGo Back   No One Is Coming   Specter of Weeping HillFollow Us!  Matthew Barber   Nathaniel Barber   Zach   Danny

Today on “Time for a Check Up” in Midday Mobile Dan Brennan discussed out patient total knee replacement along with hip replacement with Dr. Matthew Barber from Alabama Orthopedic Clinic. Tune in Monday at1:50.

Today on Time for a Check Up in Midday Mobile. Dr Matthew Barber from Alabama Orthopedic Clinic talked about Outpatient Joint Replacement Surgery for the knee and hip, recovering in the comfort of your own home and the latest technology. Tune in every Monday for Time for a Check Up!

Dr. Matt Barber, a top specialist in knee replacements & hip replacements from Alabama Orthopaedic Clinic joins us to talk about exciting current & future technology being utilized in the joint replacement fields. Dr. Barber also discusses why you should see an orthopedic surgeon sooner, rather than later - as well as things you can do to better prepare for surgery, getting ready for post-op, and positioning yourself for the best possible recovery. To learn more about Dr. Barber or schedule an appointment, visit www.BarberTotalJoint.com or check him out on Facebook to see some great tips, as well as real patient recovery videos at Facebook.com/MattBarberMDTo find out more about these exciting new Medicare plans, contact Community Insurance Partners on the web at: www.CommunityInsPartners.com

All the President's Minutes is a podcast where conversations about movies, journalism, politics and history meet. Each show we use the seminal and increasingly prescient 1976 film All The President's Men as a portal, to engage with the themes and the warnings of the film resonating since its release. For minute 137, I join four-time Oscar nominee, Tony Award winner and Theatre Hall-of-Famer, Jane Alexander. Jane and I discuss making of the Bookkeeper scene, how this is the only movie of hers that she'll rewatch and a Pakula directed Eleanor Roosevelt movie that might have been. *About Jane Alexander (* *via Broadway Buzz* ( https://www.broadway.com/buzz/stars/jane-alexander/profile/ ) *)* Jane Alexander has a distinguished stage career. She has performed in more than 100 plays, been honoured with numerous awards including her Tony Award for The Great White Hope , and Obie, Drama League, Drama Desk and Theatre World awards, and was inducted into the Theatre Hall of Fame in 1994. Jane last starred at Long Wharf Theater in the world premiere of Matthew Barber's play Fireflies. A four-time Oscar nominee for Testament, Kramer vs. Kramer, All the President's Men, and The Great White Hope , Ms. Alexander has appeared in over 75 screen and television roles. On television, Jane won Emmy Awards for Playing for Time, and Warm Spring s, and a Television Critics Circle Award for her portrayal of Eleanor Roosevelt in "Eleanor and Franklin: The White House Years." Jane has been seen most recently in recurring roles on The Blacklist, Elementary, The Good Wife , and The Good Fight. Jane stars in the final episode of the new Amazon series Modern Love , and shot a recurring role on the new Fox 21/Amazon series Tales From the Loop. In 1993, President Clinton appointed Ms. Alexander Chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, a position she served for 4 years. Her book Command Performance: An Actress in the Theatre of Politics documents her tenure. Jane has been active as a wildlife conservationist for many years and sits on the national board of the Audubon Society, the BirdLife International Advisory Group, and co-chairs the Conservation Council of Panthera with Glenn Close. In 2012, she received the inaugural Jane Alexander Global Wildlife Ambassador Award from the Indianapolis Prize honoring her work in conservation. Her book Wild Things, Wild Places: Adventurous Tales of Wildlife and Conservation on Planet Earth was published by Knopf in 2016. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands Privacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this edition of the Borderline Interesting Podcast, Cody goes on rants about a poor performance on the Game Show Network (2:48), LeBron James' cell phone usage (5:05), the made-up quarterback controversy in Green Bay (7:17), and Joe Kelly's punishment (14:45). Later, Matthew Barber stops by as the Friend of the Podcast. Matthew calls out a previous guest (23:13), and shares a nearly unforgivable sports folly (38:58). This week's interview is Matt Davis, the Broadcast Intern for the Columbia Fireflies, the single-A affiliate of the New York Mets. Matt talks about breaking into the broadcasting (45:05), and his new gig as an Audi salesman (1:00:55). You can follow the podcast on Twitter, at @TheBLinePod. You can also follow Cody on Twitter, at @CodySchindler_. Thanks for listening! 

National Park Radio: Steady (The Great Divide,Mri Associated)The Explorers Club: Perfect Day (Together,Goldstar Recordings)Beaver Nelson: Don't Feel Bad (Positive,self-released)BJ Barham: Madeline (Rockingham,At The Helm Records)Callaghan: Last Song (Single,Green Town Music)Emily Mae Winters: Miles To Go (Foreign Waters EP,self-released)Jenai Huff: Out of Nowhere (Color Wheel,self-released)Rosie Flores: Little Bells (Girl of the Century,Bloodshot Records)Dale Watson: Deep In The Heart of Texas (Live At The Big T Roadhouse,Red House Records)The Time Jumpers: Honky Tonkin' (Kid Sister,Rounder)Ags Connolly: Rambling Gambler (Traditional,self-released)Aidan O'Rourke: Wolf Monk (Imprint (EP Series 2.0),Reveal Records)We Banjo 3: Little Liza Jane (String Theory,self-released)Cahalen Morrison and Country Hammer: Sorrow Lines the Highway of Regret (The Flower of Muscle Shoals,Free Dirt Records)Western Centuries: The Old You (Weight of the World,Free Dirt Records)Dennis Jay: Right Up On The Edge (Western and Country,self-released)Matthew Barber and Jill Barber: The Sweeter (Family Album,self-released)Antje Duvekot: The Light and The Sea (Toward The Thunder,self-released)Anna Elizabeth Laube: Wallflower (Tree,Ahh...Pockets! Records)Blue Highway: If Lonesome Don't Kill Me (Original Traditional,Rounder)Adam Steffey: Town That Never Sleeps (Here To Stay,Mountain Home Music Company)The Bills: Forgotten Beech Grove (Trail of Tales,Red House Records)Gregory Alan Isakov: Dandelion Wine (Gregory Alan Isakov with The Colorado Symphony Orchestra,Suitcase Town Music)Yarn: Sweet Dolly (This Is The Year,Ardsley Music / Red Bush Records)Karl Blau: If I Needed You (Introducing Karl Blau,Bella Union)The Devil Makes Three: Waiting Around To Die (Redemption and Ruin,New West)Richard Shindell: All Wide Open (Careless,CRS)The Jigantics: Reunion Hill (Seconds Out,Rawtone)Ruth Theodore: Wishbone (Cactacus,Aveline Records)Lilly Hiatt: Somebody's Daughter (Royal Blue,Normaltown)Vince Gill: I Can't Do This (Down To My Last Bad Habit,Wrasse)Clarence Bucaro: Barcelona (Pendulum,MRI)Levi Parham: I'm Behind Ya (These American Blues,Music Road Records)

Bob Wilcox and Gerry Kowarsky review (1) THE LION IN WINTER, by James Goldman, at the Repertory Theatre of St. Louis, (2) SUNSET BABY, by Dominique Morisseau, at The Black Rep, (3) NEWSIES, by Alan Mencken, Jack Feldman & Harvey Fierstein, at the Fox Theatre, (4) ENCHANTED APRIL, by Matthew Barber, at the Kirkwood Theatre Guild, (5) GOD OF CARNAGE, by Yasmin Reza & Christopher Hampton, at the Theatre Guild of Webster Groves, and (6) THE OTHER SIDE, by David Hawley, at First Run Theatre.

If you experience any technical difficulties with this video or would like to make an accessibility-related request, please send a message to digicomm@uchicago.edu. "An Endangered Religion and a Destroyed People: The Yazidi Undoing and the Attempt to Respond." Matthew Barber is a PhD student in the department of Near Eastern Languages and Civilizations, with interests in modern Syria and Iraq, and Islamic thought. He lived in Syria at the advent of the Syrian uprising and is co-editor of the academic blog Syria Comment. Last summer, Matthew was conducting research in northern Iraq when the self-declared Islamic State ethnically cleansed the Yazidi homeland of Sinjar and began a project of mass enslavement of Yazidi women. In the following months, he became highly involved in advocacy work on behalf of the Yazidis, one of most endangered religious minorities in the world. Matthew can be followed on Twitter at @Matthew__Barber. Wednesday Lunch is a Divinity School tradition started many decades ago. At noon on Wednesdays when the quarter is in session a delicious vegetarian meal is made in the Swift Hall kitchen by our student chefs and lunch crew. Once the three-course meal has reached dessert each week there is a talk by a faculty member or student from throughout the University, a community member from the greater Chicago area, or a guest from a wider distance. Many times these talks focus on various aspects of religion in public life and the academic study of religion. All are welcome.

If you experience any technical difficulties with this video or would like to make an accessibility-related request, please send a message to digicomm@uchicago.edu. "An Endangered Religion and a Destroyed People: The Yazidi Undoing and the Attempt to Respond." Matthew Barber is a PhD student in the department of Near Eastern Languages and Civilizations, with interests in modern Syria and Iraq, and Islamic thought. He lived in Syria at the advent of the Syrian uprising and is co-editor of the academic blog Syria Comment. Last summer, Matthew was conducting research in northern Iraq when the self-declared Islamic State ethnically cleansed the Yazidi homeland of Sinjar and began a project of mass enslavement of Yazidi women. In the following months, he became highly involved in advocacy work on behalf of the Yazidis, one of most endangered religious minorities in the world. Matthew can be followed on Twitter at @Matthew__Barber.

We were supposed to talk to Buck 65 on tonight’s show, but we’re still waiting for his call. Good thing we’ve got plenty else to do as we preview MORE amazing upcoming shows!

We were supposed to talk to Buck 65 on tonight’s show, but we’re still waiting for his call. Good thing we’ve got plenty else to do as we preview MORE amazing upcoming shows!

Examination of DNA from 21 primate species – from squirrel monkeys to humans – exposes an evolutionary war against infectious bacteria over iron that circulates in the blood. Published in Science, these findings demonstrate the vital importance of an underappreciated defense mechanism, nutritional immunity, in fighting infectious disease. Matthew Barber, Ph.D., first author and postdoctoral fellow in human genetics at the University of Utah, describes the study and how it models an approach for uncovering reservoirs of genetic resistance to bacterial infections, knowledge that could be used to confront antibiotic resistance and emerging diseases.

Joshua Landis compares what he calls the “Great Sorting Out” in the Middle East to historical conflicts in Eastern Europe that also stretched across ethnic and religious lines. Then Joshua and Rebecca Cruise talk with Matthew Barber. He was one of the first bloggers to write about the capture of thousands of Yazidi women and girls as the minority community of northern Iraq was wiped out this summer.

It’s Mom’s Day, and what could be more important than spending some time with great mothers, so we’re pre-recorded today, but leaving you with some sweet sounds to share with that special lady. We’ve got show previews aplenty to encourage you to take mom out to see some live music, and a bunch of songs that we know she’ll love.

It’s Mom’s Day, and what could be more important than spending some time with great mothers, so we’re pre-recorded today, but leaving you with some sweet sounds to share with that special lady. We’ve got show previews aplenty to encourage you to take mom out to see some live music, and a bunch of songs that we know she’ll love.

It’s the end of 2012 as we know it, and I feel fine. Our last show of the year is a perfect time to look back at the year that was – highlights and letdowns, and look forward to things to come in the new year. Today’s show is full of all of that, as well as a little New Year celebration (and one leftover Christmas classic.)

It’s the end of 2012 as we know it, and I feel fine. Our last show of the year is a perfect time to look back at the year that was – highlights and letdowns, and look forward to things to come in the new year. Today’s show is full of all of that, as well as a little New Year celebration (and one leftover Christmas classic.)

Tonight we chat with Doug Paisley, who’s headed to town to open for Jim Cuddy.

Tonight we chat with Doug Paisley, who’s headed to town to open for Jim Cuddy.

T-Bar joins us tonight, and we’ve got brand new music from some of his favourites. We’ve also got some exciting show previews, including tonight’s Band V. Filmmakers show at WECC, which we’re taking off a bit early to enjoy.

Today we’re all about the concert previews, because we’ve got some great ones coming up. One of the most exciting is the return of Oh Susanna (along with Matthew Barber) and we got Suzie on the phone to talk about the show and her great new CD.

Today we’re all about the concert previews, because we’ve got some great ones coming up. One of the most exciting is the return of Oh Susanna (along with Matthew Barber) and we got Suzie on the phone to talk about the show and her great new CD.

The great new music just keeps rolling in – gotta love spring. We’ve got plenty to be excited about this week. We also look back on the latest StuDome concert and look ahead to some great upcoming shows this week. And, for reasons not entirely clear, we pay tribute to The Replacements. Why not?

The great new music just keeps rolling in – gotta love spring. We’ve got plenty to be excited about this week. We also look back on the latest StuDome concert and look ahead to some great upcoming shows this week. And, for reasons not entirely clear, we pay tribute to The Replacements. Why not?

Featuring a conversation with Old Man Luedecke, and an in-studio visit and live performances from the wonderful Greg Macpherson. We also previewed the upcoming Matthew Barber show and slipped in some great new music from the likes of Patty Griffin, Allison Moorer, and more!

Featuring a conversation with Old Man Luedecke, and an in-studio visit and live performances from the wonderful Greg Macpherson. We also previewed the upcoming Matthew Barber show and slipped in some great new music from the likes of Patty Griffin, Allison Moorer, and more!

Looking back at great shows including Lucinda Williams and the greatest canceled show in history, NOT featuring Fred Eaglesmith & friends, and looking ahead to great shows by Dolly Parton, Matthew Barber, and more. And, time for some requests and classics we haven't heard in a while.

Looking back at great shows including Lucinda Williams and the greatest canceled show in history, NOT featuring Fred Eaglesmith & friends, and looking ahead to great shows by Dolly Parton, Matthew Barber, and more. And, time for some requests and classics we haven't heard in a while.