Of Miles Rausch

Off the Record 001: Death

Guess who’s still get­ting the most out of his Mac­Book? That’s right. I’ve made a pod­cast. It’s called “Off the Record”, and it’ll hope­ful­lly be enter­tain­ing to lis­ten to. I plan on updat­ing Off the Record more than I’ll be updat­ing New­bleep because it’s a lot eas­ier to just talk than it is to be in two places at once. Plus I do all my pod­casts naked. The topic for this one was “death”, but you can’t lis­ten to it here.

There is an entire other web­site devoted to Off the Record: http://offtherecord.milesrausch.com. And it’s a podcast-enabled site, so that means you can sub­scribe using iTunes, sub­scribe using Odeo, or you can use any other Pod­cast pro­gram by sub­scrib­ing to the feed. And, as if that’s not enough, you can lis­ten to the pod­casts on the web­site itself using a nifty flash player. The mp3 ver­sion of the pod­cast is album art-only, but the m4a ver­sion is an enhanced pod­cast with chap­ters and mul­ti­ple album arts for your enjoyment.

This pod­cast I had a lot of help, and I think hav­ing group involve­ment really makes it inter­est­ing. Par­tic­i­pants were Bob David­son, Holly Smith, and Holli Gregg, with a spe­cial seg­ment by David Rausch. Also, Holli made the awe­some graphic. So, please head on over to the Off the Record 001: Death post and give it a listen!

Also, this week­end was spent in Hawar­den, Iowa. David was nice enough to come with us, and we all had a good time. We saw a West Sioux foot­ball game, which was nice, since they won. We also met and talked to more fam­ily (which always makes me ner­vous), but it went well, and I really like Holli’s aunt’s voice. I know that sounds weird, but you should hear her voice, then you’ll see what I mean. It feels odd to meet her cousins because they are so much older than her. Her cousin Brody, for instance, is 30 years old. I didn’t even know that they made cousins that old.

No, but seri­ously, it was nice. We watched some Office, Carol had a birth­day, and got a Mac­Book on Sun­day. And, on the way back, we had a stim­u­lat­ing con­ver­sa­tion about reli­gion and it’s mis­uses and the way the pub­lic shapes and is shaped by reli­gion. It was enlightening.

In Other News: Mom, the rea­son I didn’t answer my phone is because I was per­form­ing with Com­edy Bytes from 7 until 11ish.  But, yes, if I could have planned it I prob­a­bly would have avoided your call.  And, no, I haven’t seen the Gilmore Girls yet this sea­son, so don’t ruin it.

Yes, that’s right. I thought last semes­ter was my last show, but I agreed to stay on until audi­tions, which meant enter­tain­ing Fresh­men dur­ing the first week of school, doing a quick 10 minute bumper at Mon­day night’s Coro­na­tion, and a full 45 minute show last night in the Under­ground. I think the show went really well. The turn out for the show last night wasn’t as big as I would have liked, but it was still a major crowd, and they laughed. After­wards, they gave Holli, Mike, and I long under­wear and a card with no money inside. It was touching.

In Related News: I got Dig­i­tal Cable today, and the guy who hooked it up was a sex­ist. He had on The Price Is Right, and they have glam­orously dressed girls, but I would say it’s quite taste­ful. Cam­era pans to a girl. He says, “I think she should take her shirt off.” I was floored, not at the joke, because I’ve said so much worse, but at the fact that he was assum­ing I was the kind of per­son who would enjoy a joke like that. That, and she wasn’t wear­ing a “shirt”, it was a dress. There is noth­ing in my apart­ment to sug­gest that: no rifles or antlers, no posters of half-naked chicks fish­ing, no swim­suit cal­en­dar. There was a slightly awk­ward silence. The cam­era pans over to another woman, African-American, dressed in sim­i­lar attire. He says, “I think she should, too.” So, feel­ing that I needed to respond, and know­ing that he wasn’t yet down installing my cable, I said, “Well, if they did things like that, I don’t think they’d be on CBS any­more.” Laugh. He says, “Yeah, but I would watch reli­giously!” Ironic choice of words. I smirk, and go into the kitchen. That’s the last time I make small talk ever again.