First, some info on upcoming shows and preorder links. I know, I know, you love this stuff.
Thursday, March 12th, I’m putting together a fundraiser, which will be a Pretzel Stacking Competition at Littlefield! Competitors can enter as individuals or teams of 4 people max. BYO pretzels (any size, so be strategic) and edible adhesive (peanut butter, thick mustard, etc). You’ll have one hour to stack, and the highest and girthiest? pretzel tower takes the winning title. This concept is really really stupid, but it’s for a good cause. Proceeds are going to the Midwest Immigration Bond Fund. TICKETS HERE!
Saturday, February 28th, I’m doing the Creativity Hour at Union Hall for the last time. I’m not ashamed to say that every time this show has been either mediocre or downright bad. But I keep making tweaks, and this final time, I’m hoping it’ll be transformative! There is a chance it could still be mediocre, but I can’t possibly know that yet. TICKETS HERE!
March 18+19, I’m opening for H. Jon Benjamin’s show Jazz Daredevil at Union Pool, and they’ll be recording a live album from the shows. Here’s the ticket link!
If you haven’t already, you can pre-order Sex on Murder Island, which is the sequel to Murder on Sex Island. Recently, my friend Josh Gondelman joked that the second book has all the same words as the first book, but they’re scrambled around. SEE IF HE’S RIGHT!
Anyway, passions this week include: Red Bamboo, the check-in guy at the DMV, and orange juice.
I just found out Red Bamboo is closing on February 28th. If you haven’t been there, it’s this vegan comfort food spot on West 4th and 6th Avenue, and ooh you gotta go! They’re known for these vegan BBQ wings where the bones are wooden sticks, but my personal favorite is this combo plate that has a scoop of mashed potatoes, a bunch of fake chicken nuggets, steamed vegetables, and always to my surprise, a big corn on the cob, which is impossible to eat inside a restaurant. Damn, I wish it could stay open forever, but I’m sure the rent is being raised to 8 million dollars a month, so they gotta do what they gotta do.
I had to go to the DMV this week and there is this man checking people in at the front and he’s got a little stereo playing music and he’s dancing (!) and he’s yelling, “I LOVE WHAT I DO!” I can’t believe I encountered this guy at the DMV. Makes me excited for who I’m gonna meet once I go to hell!
It shouldn’t be called orange juice, it should be called SWEET COLD ELIXIR! Man I really love to chug this stuff.
This email’s gotten too long, but if you have a passion, you can reply to this email with 1-2 sentences about it. Stay warm out there,
Jo


