Rumpus Original
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Secret Weapon
I loved football. Even though Dad had also taught me to swing a bat, field a ball, shoot free throws, block lay-ups, tee off, and do the elementary backstroke, nothing got me more excited than catching a 30-yard pass
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The Other Argo
In 2007 Rumpus pal Joshuah Bearman wrote a Wired article that became the movie Argo. Originally there was a different opening to this article, called The Bond Opening.
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The Rumpus Interview with Dmitry Samarov
Dmitry’s spontaneous cab drawings had such great composition and confidence. You could almost feel his grimace in so many of his lines.
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SELF-MADE MAN #20: On Dignity
On train platforms and slushy sidewalks, I find myself feeling strangely tender toward people bundled up against the cold New England winter.
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ALBUM #2, Audio Portraits of Artists and Writers at Work: Angela Jimenez
Audio Portraits of Artists and Writers at Work
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #172
GOOGLE GLASSES ★★★★★ (2 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing Google Glasses.
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How a Wound Heals
Last night’s Oscar ceremony and some of the commentary around the ceremony make the best possible case for why diversity matters.
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The Rumpus Interview with Roger Gastman
Graffiti impresario Roger Gastman sits down and talks about the evolution of street art, his new film The Legend of Cool “Disco” Dan, and his newest exhibit and ode to Washington D.C., Pump Me Up: D.C. Subculture of the 1980s.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Joshua Mohr
Anisse Gross talks with Joshua Mohr about his latest novel, “a call to arms against complacency, a rally towards reclaiming one’s own individuality.”
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The Rumpus Interview with Dr. Gary Habermas
Dr. Gary Habermas, a near-death experience expert, discusses the scientific evidence behind stories of those who have died—and have subsequently returned.
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The Last Book I Loved: Brown Girl, Brownstones
My dreams, for so long unrestrained by land, air, or even death—and frequently including scenes of me tumbling through the air on glossy black feathered wings or jumping into an abyss with a smile on my face—now generally take place…
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Brother, This is Your Memory Cloak
I was stronger. By far I was the stronger of us both. A ballerina’s punch could’ve broken your nose, but I held back. We danced around the room like two tiny sparrows pecking at a fresh worm.