Thursday, April 12, 2012

I heart Ira

When I hear those four little letters WBEZ my heart skips a beat. It's not those characters on their own or even collectively, not the tone in which they're said but rather who is saying them: Mr. Ira Glass.

I have been listening to NPR for 14 years now and of those, I've been listening to This American Life for about half that. A couple of years ago I went through a heavy streaming phase, a very innocent yet borderline obsessive part of my life where I listened only to his cool introductions, narrations that have a bedtime story feel. Ira is like a wonderful author; each word chosen was done so in a meticulous manner, each one serving a very important purpose: to leave the audience eating tastefully dramatic bits right from the palm of his 53 year old hand. The hand of a linguistic genius. ;)

As per usual, when it comes to me and things I like, Ira has become a kind of human crack, a distant substance that I have been freebasing for days now. I blame, in part, this iPhone. Stupid technology. Making everything all accessible and shit. Not a good thing for those who have addictive personalities.

I have every singe episode of This American Life from 1995 to current. They say it'll take me 17 days to get through them all... I love a challenge. I can do it in half the time with eight hours at work and all night before bed.

I've been falling asleep to the sound of his voice. I wish I could make Siri sound like Ira.

I heart Ira.

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