Other Stuff I’ve Been Up To: The New Yorker’s Tiny Shouts, Heckling Lin-Manuel Miranda, and More

Friends, I want you all to know: I haven’t just been neglecting the blog. I’ve also been going on political rants on podcasts, pitching my work to various publications (some of which actually publish my stuff. Thank god for drunk editors), and crafting post-apocalyptic tweets in the style of some of my favorite playwright/composers. As one does.

Those of you familiar with the blog know that I have no shortage of celebrity crushes. They mostly center around Jeff Goldblum, with the occasional exception made for Bruce Springsteen in an ungodly amount of denim. In recent years, I’ve added Lin-Manuel Miranda to my list of celebrities who I would be cool with kissing, if, say, like aliens happened to kidnap us both and were like, “WHAT THIS IS KISSING YOU SPEAK OF?” and we absolutely had to demonstrate for them in order to save the human race.

Rand keeps telling me that such a scenario is improbable, but he also keeps telling me that he bears absolutely no resemblance to Mr. Miranda.

I’m starting to think I have a type.

At the end of last month, I had a piece published in The New Yorker’s Tiny Shouts, in which I spoofed Mr. Miranda’s perpetually upbeat Twitter feed. And then I tweeted it. And then Lin-Manuel Miranda commented on it on Twitter AND I SORT OF DIED.

To recap: I am making fun of my celebrity crushes in The New Yorker.

Other things I’ve been up to:

I recorded an episode of my friend Mike’s podcast, which you should listen to not because I’m terribly interesting, but because Mike is, and he has a Scottish accent.

I wrote a piece for Refinery 29 about our trip to Japan and one very unclear pregnancy test.

My first piece for The New Yorker’s Tiny Shouts, which went up in the fall: Less Critical State Secrets.

Another podcast episode I recorded – with the guys from Rise Seattle – about the changing landscape of my beloved hometown.

After seven years in our old place (the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere, including childhood), Rand and I moved. We’re still in Seattle, so I suppose it isn’t the biggest of changes, but it’s definitely the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. It still feels new and a little scary, but I promise, when the dust settles a little, I’ll tell you all about it.

I’m working on a few other projects as well, but they’re barely beyond the idea stage. As soon as any of them have legs, I promise to bore you with all the details.

That’s it! Bye for now, friends!