6.16.2004
I am obsessed with Time Magazine
David Sedaris is interviewed in Time magazine about the new book. He's funny, but I'm a little surprised to see it in Time. I guess 'cause I think of him as a public radio guy and outside of Garrison Keillor that world tends to stay a little isolated. The reviews I've read of his new collection aren't great either, but I don't really care, will still read it.
He's the bext of the big 3 humorist commentators on This American Life with Sara Vowell a close second and David Radkoff bringing up the rear. I'd certainly buy her other books when I get to it, not sure about his. All entertaining. It seems like such a long time from one show to the next. Each week I go online thinking it's been at least two weeks since I listened, only to find it's been but one and I only get one hour more of this drug, doled out by my wise but rather stingy dealer, Ira Glass.
"But Ira, man, you don't understand, I *need* two hours this week. Not every week, just this once man."
"Um, I think you're taking this stuff too seriously. Maybe you should back off a little? It's supposed to be fun, you know. Have a good time."
"Ira, don't you get it? I *see* stuff in a whole new way when I'm listening to the show. I think I'm making progress. I could really *get somewhere* this time. You know, a deeper place."
"Okay, listen, you seriously need to listen to yourself."
"Ira, geez. You are so uncool, and you're pushing this stuff! Can't you understand? Drop out, log on and tune in man. Look I've tried To the Best of Our Knowledge and it's just not as good. I need the hard stuff, the soul stuff. The stuff with the alienated Errol Morris-esque soundtrack and the perfectly edited chuckles of disbelief. You've got it and you've GOT to give it to me or I don't know *what* I'll do. I might read Pynchon. It' on my shelf."
"Oh for the love of god. Are you thinking about what you're saying? You don't even realize you're not really talking to me, do you? That you're just making this all up? See what you've become..."
...and he fades.
Ira Glass and Errol Morris, you've created a monster. Ah! Why can't there at least be a few placebos. Can't we get some crummy copy-cats? *Feens*.
He's the bext of the big 3 humorist commentators on This American Life with Sara Vowell a close second and David Radkoff bringing up the rear. I'd certainly buy her other books when I get to it, not sure about his. All entertaining. It seems like such a long time from one show to the next. Each week I go online thinking it's been at least two weeks since I listened, only to find it's been but one and I only get one hour more of this drug, doled out by my wise but rather stingy dealer, Ira Glass.
"But Ira, man, you don't understand, I *need* two hours this week. Not every week, just this once man."
"Um, I think you're taking this stuff too seriously. Maybe you should back off a little? It's supposed to be fun, you know. Have a good time."
"Ira, don't you get it? I *see* stuff in a whole new way when I'm listening to the show. I think I'm making progress. I could really *get somewhere* this time. You know, a deeper place."
"Okay, listen, you seriously need to listen to yourself."
"Ira, geez. You are so uncool, and you're pushing this stuff! Can't you understand? Drop out, log on and tune in man. Look I've tried To the Best of Our Knowledge and it's just not as good. I need the hard stuff, the soul stuff. The stuff with the alienated Errol Morris-esque soundtrack and the perfectly edited chuckles of disbelief. You've got it and you've GOT to give it to me or I don't know *what* I'll do. I might read Pynchon. It' on my shelf."
"Oh for the love of god. Are you thinking about what you're saying? You don't even realize you're not really talking to me, do you? That you're just making this all up? See what you've become..."
...and he fades.
Ira Glass and Errol Morris, you've created a monster. Ah! Why can't there at least be a few placebos. Can't we get some crummy copy-cats? *Feens*.
