I need to let you in on an embarrassing fact about Pablo Torre Finds Out that I’ve never publicly discussed before:
We spend a lot of time trying to figure out the optimal title and optimal description for every episode that we make.
We do this, in large part, because the subjects of our shows are very obviously not decided via search-engine optimization. So we feel the need to have an entire Slack channel where we argue over how to persuade the sun god that is The Algorithm to maybe one day shine its light upon us.
To be clear: I hate this part of my job.
I hate it so much, in fact, that I’ve never been more jealous of the person in studio with me today.
Nate DiMeo has been hosting and producing a show called The Memory Palace for 16 years now. It is absolutely wonderful. And it is also a book — out this week.
But just one reason The Memory Palace is so respected in what I’ll call the public-radio cinematic universe is that Nate’s podcast marketing strategy — when it comes to including any identifying or searchable or discoverable or clickable information, of any kind, for the stories he tells — remains, simply:
Fuck that.
This week, Nate helps us remember the worst and luckiest professional athlete of all time. Also: a critical lesson from the extinction of the passenger pigeon.
DKN/YOUTUBE SPOILER ALERT:
Sincerely,
Pablo