Random flight question #1: While in the lavatory, I asked myself, where does all the human waste go when you flush it? You push the button and it sort of just gets vacuumed into some abyss. I have concluded that there are two possible places that the flusher leads to--either some massive septic tank located in the lower portion of the plane (you know, near where your luggage is stored) or it's released into the open sky. Regardless of which, it's pretty disgusting. You know how sometimes you're walking on the street and all of a sudden you get two little squirts of liquid on your arm and you look up and there's nowhere that it seems that it could have originated from, and so you assume it was just a random droplet of rain even though it's 80 degrees and sunny and there are no clouds? Yeah.

Random flight question #2: Back in prehistoric times, did cavemen ever worry about getting shitted on by pterodactyls?


Flights like these trip me out. Columbus to Chicago, a 65-minute flight going backwards in timezones. So our flight left at 11:30 and we're landing at 11:35. We had a decently-attended show at Ohio State, though I still can't help but be disappointed when we don't pack the house. I give myself excuses like, Mondays are awkward show nights, and publicity wasn't aggressive enough, but really I just need to be more patient with the way we're catching on.

I nice little surprise though--some members of Animal Collective, who had a show scheduled at the same venue right after ours, ended up catching the tail-end of our show and chopping it up with us afterwards! It has been pretty exciting how these maybe-not-coincidences have been popping up all around. I had just spent a good part of my flight reading a Fader article on Panda Bear of Animal Collective, only to go on campus the next day and walk in in the middle of their soundcheck. As we left the venue after our show, the front was lined with tight-jeaned emo kids, some gripping flimsy cardboard signs with "NEED ANIMAL COLLECTIVE TICKETS" sloppily markered on. The show was sold out, as I found out during the quick chat with the band where I tried to hint at free tickets with no success.

Sigh, one day. Hard-pressed for us to expect people to be spilling into our shows when we haven't even released our first record, pretty much snailing up a fanbased through small-city touring and YouTube. On top of that, I supposed there's a substantially smaller following for spoken word in the first place, compared to hip-hop or rock (even the kind with echoey owl noises in the background).