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Over to Podcasting!

Yeah! I'm experimenting a lot with my humble phone and I must say it has proved more than equal to a majority of the tasks. Podcasting has been my latest craze. Though I've used podcasts on the desktop for long; traditionally, podcasting was meant for porting temporary audio feeds from the desktop to mp3 players. I'm now going a step ahead and downloading the podcasts right into my phone. The foray has been very successful so far, though the process isn't nearly as easy as on a desktop. I don't have a podcast client and I'm consequently using my RSS reader for the trick. It's a disruptive process and everything else, including the browser, is halted during the downloading.

CNN and BBC feeds are the obvious favorites. Yahoo! Podcast seems to be selfish (as always) and wants me to subscribe to other podcasts only through its web interface. Maybe that's okay for the desktop, but on my Symbian  that's a compromise I'm not willing to make.

The one heart breaker was VOA. While I've used its podcasts heavily in the past without any glitch, it just won't work on my mobile. I wonder why.

Next Up: Vodcasting!!

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