A Pod F. Tompkast EXTRASODE! On May 11, I was lucky enough to be a guest on John Moe’s Wits, an excellent variety show broadcast live from The Fitzgerald Theatre in St. Paul, Minnesota. The musical guest was none other than my old friend Aimee Mann, and we got to play a ridiculous game together.
Thanks to John and the whole Wits team for letting us use this audio. Please do check out more Wits episodes here. You really should. They get amazing people to do this show and it’s absurd that I got to be on it at all.
Oh! And in other podcast news, my very own wife debuts her own today! It’s JANIE AND AARON DOES HOLLYWOOD. Janie and her best bro, writer Aaron Ginsburg, discuss life in this industry town of Los Angeles. They also discuss life in this world of ours in general. Download! Enjoy!
I’ll be performing at The 29th Street Ballroom on Sunday, May 27th. I will also be there on Saturday, May 26th, but that show is sold out.
Look, Austin, I want you to keep it weird. But there need to be some parameters. Going to a show on a Sunday night? Pretty weird! Waiting until the last minute to buy a ticket and not getting to go to the aforementioned Sunday night show, so instead eating glass? A little too weird.
“How to Sharpen Pencils” is very funny—it’s the work, let’s not forget, of the guy responsible for “Get Your War On”—but it’s no April Fools’ joke, and it’s no bathroom book. It’s a literary oddity that, even as it gleefully pursues the comic possibilities of its premise, subtly gestures towards its own secluded seriousness.” —Mark O’Connell”—
DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM THE ONLY IMPECCABLE ONLINE SOURCE TALKING ABOUT DAVID REES AND PENCIL SHARPENING?
Oh, sorry. I guess you never heard of THE NEW YORKER?
"Joe Easterling, who described himself as a devout Christian, voted for the amendment at a polling place in Wake Forest. ’I know that some people may argue that the Bible may not necessarily be applicable, or it should not be applicable, on such policy matters. But even looking at nature itself, procreation is impossible without a man and a woman. And because of those things, I think it is important that the state of North Carolina’s laws are compatible with the laws of nature but, more importantly, with the laws of God.’”
Hey, is it at all possible that God’s Plan is for all the procreated babies that need adoption to get adopted by people who can’t procreate on their own? Like, maybe God has seen that people have been procreating a great deal indeed and then either don’t want or aren’t able to deal with the babies that result from that procreation, and God, maybe He thinks it’s a good idea to have people who can’t procreate but want to enter loving unions, (or marriages, if you will) and also want to raise and love and nurture children who have already been born but don’t have parents, maybe God thinks, “See, if these gay people are allowed to marry each other, many of them could provide stable, loving homes for all those babies that otherwise would never know such a thing. Besides which, if gay people are allowed to marry each other, it won’t affect anyone else’s marriage in any way at all. I mean, the only way it possibly could is that if you tell a stranger you’re married, it’s plausible that they may ask if your spouse is the same sex as you, but being God, I built a failsafe into that question so that it isn’t fatal to the person of whom it is asked.”
My point is, if you believe in God, maybe give Him a little bit of credit, because odds are, He’s SMARTER THAN YOU.
UPDATE:I did not mean to implicate all of North Carolina with the title of this post. I will let an actual North Carolinian put it better than I probably ever could:
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”—