I'm enjoying the opportunity that Parks And Recreation affords me to exploit my own soapbox agenda, which is to try to encourage people to make things with their hands.

When I got my job on Parks, it was so dreamy, kind of unfathomable. I didn't think a job that excellent could exist for me.

No one will ever ask me to sing because it's beautiful. My secret is hiding my musicianship behind humor.

I've had to learn and discipline myself that I'm much happier and much less depressed if I give myself a project. It's just that simple.

I always drastically changed my look for each role. It's gotten a little tedious in real life, also, because there's no hiding.

Not only do I recommend Wendell Berry to anyone who will talk to me for more than seven seconds, but I buy his books in quantity and send them to people. I bought a few dozen of his newest, "Our Only World."

We're cognizant, curious beings, capable of philosophical thought, nuclear physics, repeating Nerf weapons, global consciousness, Glade air fresheners, and sentient automobiles. But we're assholes first.