I cannot count the hours of the past six months of my life that were devoted to This American Life, between listening to the program, applying for the internship, and listening to the program more so I would do better at applying for the internship. Ira Glass appeared in my dreams, sometimes as an overweight, over-made-up middle aged lady. It reached a level of perverseness before I accepted this job, which turned my thoughts to climate change (also a questionably unhealthy obsession). And I didn't get the internship. The reason being my stories didn't follow the trademarked narrative arc, which you can get an idea of in this article from the Onion. The letter said it probably had a lot to do with thousands also applying for the same one position.
Today Morgan, who once ran into Ira Glass on the street in New York and left me a voicemail saying, "I am flipping the fuck out," sent me a parody of This American Life done by a San Francisco comedy group. It's definitely worth a listen, if only for the deliberately practiced impression of Ira Glass.
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