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Sometimes I like to listen to podcasts when I walk the dog (This American Life, Radio Lab, Freakonomics, Stuff You Should Know, The Moth, etc) Podcasts fill a space in my brain that I am afraid might disappear. A space of delirious curiosity. A space that, when I was little, thought there were enough hours in the day to learn everything I wanted to learn. Now that space is a little calmer. It understands that sometimes life is boring. Sometimes traffic forces you to sit behind the same hateful bumper sticker for 35 minutes and that’s okay. That has to be okay. Podcasts reignite the fire in that little space. I can wonder about the science of quicksand fear or Tylenol overdoses or historical mass murders or any number of topics my brain didn’t even know it wanted to wonder about.

But sometimes I like to walk in silence.

Having headphones in makes me feel a little vulnerable, like someone could sneak up on me. I want to hear how my neighborhood sounds. Dogs barking. Cars crunching over gravel. Footsteps over fallen leaves. A squeaky storm door. Maybe a vicious dog that has just wrenched the leash from his owners hand that is rounding the corner to snatch up my little pup. I want to hear that bastard coming.

Maybe I’ve been listening to too many podcasts about murders after all.


The Uptown Theater opened this week with the This American Life movie Sleepwalk With Me.

When I heard about this movie, I worried it was going to be little more than a dramatization of the story Mike Birbiglia told years ago. His failing relationship. His sleepwalking. His beginning as a standup comic. In part, it was, but they created a narrative. That’s all I can ask from a movie these days, give me a narrative.

The movie is good, go see it. Ira Glass told me to tell you that.

Sorry about the lighting, Ira

Yeah that’s right Ira-fucking-Glass came to Minneapolis. Boom. He did a short Q & A after the film. I was in heaven. A dreamboat and a genius. What more can girl ask for? I’ve got such a nerd crush on Ira and I have since I heard his sweet voice on This American Life in Kuwait.

Also, in case you were wondering, Ira did LSD once when he was 38 because he was such a nerd during the years normal people do drugs that such experimentation, “didn’t seem like it would be interesting.” He’s so cool.

You don’t get a smarter comedian/writer these days than Louis C.K.

Funny and kind? Can it be true?

I listened to a rebroadcast of the Fresh Air interview Louie did 2011. You should listen too: here’s a link. With each consecutive topic, after I finished laughing, I kept said, “Goddamnit he’s a good guy, like really a legitimately good  human being.” (yes, I literally said this out loud, in the car, to the bewilderment of the poodle) That’s not something I find myself saying about comics too often but Louie has a way of thinking through life and humor that strives to reach truth. Even if a subject is touchy or offensive Louie is full of kindness and gratitude and an awe for life you just don’t see from many balding middle-aged comics.

His comedy, his aura is something I can’t seem to articulate. Sorry, folks. Thankfully we bought tickets to his live show in October. Maybe that will clear things up.

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