The dudes are all passed out—we’re just finishing up this sort of insane leg of the tour where we went all through Central Europe, you know, like Prague, Berlin, Budapest, Vienna—and now we’re heading home. On the way there, I decided I wanted to stop over in Svalbard and finally visit my man Oddvar at the seed vault to see what that’s all about.

LOL.

He’s been telling me for a while that I should drop by. I’ve always wanted to check it out and hang with Oddvar on his home turf, but I’ve been too busy with one thing or another, and so it never ends up happening, but then, finally, two weeks ago, Oddvar emailed me telling me that he’s naming a seed after me, so I was like okay, all right, I should probably go visit him.

Apparently, there are some seeds that they catalog over there that don’t have names yet because like, there are some plants that I guess people are discovering every once in a while for the first time or like, cataloging for the first time, and so this plant—I guess it’s a kind of shrub that’s found in New Zealand?—they didn’t have an official name for it yet—it just had like, a number—and so Oddvar decided that he was going to name it after me.

Which is dope, you know, because, like, imagine a thousand years from now, something horrible happens and the whole world ends and they have to rebuild everything from scratch and they’re just like, shit, we need to plant some shrubs, you know, and so they dig into the vault and pull out this seed that’s got my name on it and they’re like, okay, no idea who this guy is, but this looks okay. And then, like, all over the world, people are running through fields of shrubs with my name or like, losing their volleyballs in my shrubs and having to go in there to find them. I don’t know. Something about that just really makes me happy.

After Oddvar sent me that email, I wrote him back asking him if he’d read some of the pages I had written so far, because like, I’m actually kind of curious to hear what he thinks of the book, and I was like: Yo, Oddvar, I need you to keep this totally confidential, and you can’t show this to anyone, but I need someone to take a look at these pages I’ve been writing and tell me if they feel honest, you know? Tell me if they sound like me. And Oddvar wrote me back immediately being like: I would be honored to take a look. I’ll write you some thoughts at the end of the week. So that was pretty cool of him.

I like Oddvar. I don’t think Oddvar really cares if I like him, and like, I’m not even sure he likes me, you know—like, I don’t think that’s a part of his whole relationship to me—but I think we could actually be really good friends if we lived in the same place or kept up more of a correspondence.