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laughing in the face of death
potentially stupid, definitely necessary
by joe procopio (@jproco)
topic: pop culture
10.3.11 • CLASSIC

After an exhausting four-day combination conference/lost-weekend, one that required a lot of driving, I returned home, crashed, and woke the next morning to the news that my Grandmother had passed away a few hours earlier.

This was not unexpected. In fact, I had packed a suit on the trip just in case I got the call. She was 93, she had been ill, and although she was lucid, she was ready to go.

Oh, and everyone claims their Grandmother is a saint, but mine was indeed a saint. Saint Grandma.

She was the only grandparent I ever knew, she single-handedly raised my father and his brother when my Grandfather died shortly after returning from WWII. She also pitched in a lot when my own Mom got sick during my pre-teen years. I'm the oldest of four. Four hellions.

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a tale of two hashtags
soaring and giggling on twitter
by jael mchenry (@JaelMcHenry)
topic: pop culture
6.6.11 • CLASSIC

I woke up late Saturday, hoping to make progress on a boatload of writing assignments (including this one) and took a quick moment to check Twitter. If you're on Twitter, of course, you understand how "a quick moment on Twitter" oh-so-quickly turns into 15 minutes or a half-hour or more, for a number of reasons. Because it's a conversation. Depending on who you're talking to, and what they have to say, you might close the window and walk away after a moment -- or you might find yourse

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and to think that i heard it on mulberry street
well, i started out on mulberry street, anyway
by adam kraemer (@DryWryBred)
topic: humor
7.7.11 • CLASSIC

So this Weight Watchers thing that I'm on, see.... No, just kidding. I promise not to write three columns in a row about my weight loss. I mean, seriously. Unless the Weight Watchers people ask me to. Or even better, pay me to. But they haven't asked. Despite the fact that I'm pretty much keeping their entire operation afloat, based on the amount of money I spend each week on their frozen dinners (tonight: Chicken Enchiladas Monterey. Whee doggie). Anyway, no, I'm not writing about them agai

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william wants a doll
how does a feminist mom raise her son to be the same?
by michelle von euw
topic: general
12.10.10 • CLASSIC

As I turned the corner in the upscale independent toy store full of handcrafted puzzles and games well beyond my price range, an item caught my attention. It was an adorable baby doll sitting high up on the shelf, nestled in a box that touted lifelike toes and a removable diaper. The doll, dressed in a blue striped onesie with only a patch of light brown hair on a pale pink head, reminded me immediately of my son. Certainly, the pacifier attached to the baby doll’s mouth by a magnet mirrored

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quality control
parental guidance is required
by mike julianelle
topic: pop culture
1.12.11 • CLASSIC

One of my friends sent me an amazing Christmas gift – an Omar bib. It’s ostensibly for my baby, but since my ignorant son has no awareness of the “The Wire," let alone any idea who Omar is, the gift was clearly more for me. Besides, a piece of art like this is not meant to mop up drool. But I did hazard a few pictures of my son wearing it. The soon-to-be-framed bib got me thinking. One of the aspects of being a dad that I’m most excited about is the opportunity to share my favorite things wi

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memories of russ carr
by tracey l. kelley (@TraceyLKelley)
topic: general
2.27.12 • CLASSIC

I had no intention of writing about the recent death of Russ Carr, my good friend and Intrepid Media colleague, until I looked at the publish date of my next column: February 27th.

Russ' birthday.

What a cheeky monkey he is to be jumping up and down even now to get my attention.

Since we celebrated birthdays a couple of weeks apart, Russ and I often exchanged gifts. In early February of this year, I had his present ready to send: whiskey stones. Soapstone cubes he could freeze and then use to properly chill his Jameson's without diluting it.

Notice the proper spelling of whiskey, with the 'e'. Not the other way. With the 'e' is the Celtic variation, the one with which Russ and I best identified, waving the green, white, and orange of our Irish pride whenever we saw fit: exchanging Guinness Pie recipes; creating flyers to promote our Intrepid Media work at the Kansas City Irish Festival; wearing claddagh jewelry. Russ and his wife, Kathy, also chose proper Gaelic names for their sons, Brendan and Duncan. And Russ instinctively used a Warrior Pose image for the logo he designed for my business, Tracey Kelley Yoga. In Gaelic, Tracey means "warrior, more powerful". He told me later he had no idea of the connection. Of course, that was the magic of it.

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10 things most don't know about martin luther king
by jason gilmore (@JasonGilmore77)
topic: news
1.14.11 • CLASSIC

Sometimes, becoming a legend can be the worst thing to happen to your mission. Since his assassination in 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. has become deified and simplified to the point, that, for several generations, the complexity and depth of his life and commission has been neutered. Yes, okay, he did the "I Have A Dream" speech, and it was a great speech, but if that's all you really know about him, you missed the point. (And if you think that he freed the slaves, as I heard a young black kid

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gaining your perspective
what is intrepid to the reader?
by jeffrey d. walker
topic: writing
3.19.12 • CLASSIC

Welcome again! You've been guided through links and posts across cyberspace to arrive at this very moment here at Intrepid Media. Thank you for making that journey! On behalf of the Intrepid Media ("IM") crew, I welcome you.

Pardon me for being presumptuous, but haven't I seen you here before? Surely I have. You're here because you're my friend/family who comes because I send you links to my stuff. And may your deity of choice love you and bless you for it.

If that's not you, perhaps you are another staff member's friend/family who reads more than just their own friend/family member's stuff. Or, you frequent IM because you posted a comment once here because something one of our staffers said touched you in a real sort of way that said to you: "hey, that's a real person over there trying to communicate something real, and I want to talk back." Or maybe you wrote a story here once, because you fancy that sort of thing, and let's face it, you were looking for a place where you could post a story of your own like a real writer, and just end up in the op-ed section of the paper, and without being a "blogger" who is just posting something on their own, and, in something a little more substantial than 140 characters.

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what happens when you go to bed with gilda
...and wake up with me?
by maigen thomas (@Maigen)
topic: general
12.20.10 • CLASSIC

Sometimes, I feel as if I get more than my share of married or otherwise taken men flirting with me. It’s not just idle flirtatiousness that is publicly visible and harmless. It’s a hushed conversation, quietly discussing when the possibility of getting away from their wives might happen and wanting to meet me ‘for a drink’. It’s changing the subject when someone else comes within hearing range. When I’m engaged in these conversations, I feel like I have my poker face on. I’m smiling, whi

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as long as it isn't babysitting
deciphering a surprise attraction for the younger guy
by alex b (@Lexistential)
topic: humor
8.16.11 • CLASSIC

This past month, I turned 36.

Though my age change isn't earth-shattering news, it feels significant to me because when the date fell, I swore to appreciate myself and not feel too self-critical. I didn't go around putting myself down with dynamite-fishing-for-compliment wails of, "I'm old!" Instead of throwing a John McEnroe-like meltdown at my local CVS, I simply decided to embrace my progression into the latter half of my thirties with, "I'm getting older."

Surely, by owning my age with that statement, I wouldn't have any reason to feel awkward. I decided to use that as my daily mantra a couple weeks ago; at the time, it made perfect sense.

In line with my general strategy of greeting life more proactively, I've decided to make some new friends. While meeting and greeting, I came across someone whose sharp, scrappy personality mirrored mine and completely threw off my generally-accurate age radar. As I laughed at his jokes and exchanged quips, I predicted his age to be on the younger side of 30, and no younger than 27.

Then, he told me he hadn't turned 23 yet.

And now, I feel old.

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a part of our speech
by sarah ficke (@DameMystery)
topic: news
4.16.12 • CLASSIC

Loving: Noun
Loving begins as a noun, but not just any noun. Loving is a personal noun; it is something we experience only through the prism of ourselves. We can’t point to the source of love, diagram its location, or dissect it from our body, and yet it is there. Loving is also a noun in the stricter sense: Richard Loving, a white man born in Caroline County, Virginia, in 1933.

Loving: Verb
Loving may begin as a noun, but we know it best as a verb. We recognize love only because we see it in action: caring, sharing, laughing, kissing, touching, soothing, healing, helping, grieving. These actions can shape our lives, yet we can’t trace them to a source. Love – of nature, of creatures, of music – is a mystery in the abstract, but vibrant in reality. Something happens in your spirit, your physical heart might thump, your nerves might jitter, and suddenly that potential for love comes out into the open. That kind of spark caught Richard Loving (noun: white) and Mildred Jeter (noun: black) and whirled them into action. They were loving each other, and – as it always does – that love was shaping their lives.

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the great american sameness
a plea for difference
by erik lars myers (@TopFermented)
topic: pop culture
8.24.11 • CLASSIC

A few weeks ago I went on a road trip. My wife and I drove from our home in North Carolina to Minneapolis, Minnesota for a wedding. A smart man may have flown, but that man was probably not transporting kegs of beer to serve at said wedding. During this trip, we went across an amazing array of American countryside.

The trip spanned North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, and finally, Minnesota and it struck me again - as it did when we drove across the country about a decade back - just how vast and variable our country is. To put it simply, it is amazing and majestic.

From North Carolina driving north into West Virginia we drove through the Blue Ridge Mountains, these beautiful verdant green, sheer-drop landscapes. It feels as though the forest is soaring over your head and flowing under your feet as you bend through the roadways there.

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slimed by digital ectoplasm
by jeff miller (@jmillerboston)
topic: pop culture
3.14.12 • CLASSIC

Man, I've worked with some really fantastic people. People I'm proud to call friends 20 years later; folks I hope to know for many years to come. Others, despite our natural chemistry and the sharing of a thousand pizzas and coffees and cigarettes (I've since quit), I keep only in my memory, for whatever inexplicable reasons people have for maintaining distance in the face of friendship.

But then sometimes – and it's a fortunate rarity – there are people I just want to forget completely. Inevitable adversaries that've had such an ill effect on my psyche, I not only want them out of my life, I want any residual smears of negative energy they’ve left in my airspace GONE. FOREVER. The idea that they might irrevocably occupy some part of my brain is not only depressing, it’s offensive. All I want is for their memory to just...peter away, down the drain of my subconscious, and with any luck...poof! Gone.

“TOO BAD!” say Facebook, Linkedin, and Twitter.

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re: you are on your own heroes journey
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