Showing posts with label Matt Stroud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matt Stroud. Show all posts

Monday, December 3, 2012

A great Pittsburgh freelancer on "Jeopardy!" tonight!



One of the coolest freelance writers in Pittsburgh will become immeasurably more cool this evening at 7 when Christine O’Toole appears on “Jeopardy!” 

That sentence about the show where people must answer answers with questions ends in a titular exclamation point. But with Chris, I’d end it with an exclamation point in any construction.

For example: “Tonight on ‘Jeopardy!’ you can catch one of Pittsburgh’s coolest freelance writers, ‘Chris O’Toole! Thats’s right! Chris O’Toole! Yay!!!”

Here’s how cool she is: I’ve written stories about her writing stories. She wrote this really great Oct. 2011 National Geographic Traveler story about why Pittsburgh is one of just 20 must-see destinations on the entire planet, and the only U.S. city worthy of the designation.

I wrote a story for MSNBC.com announcing her story, a story progression that ought to this day still cause the city businesses to swoon with relief.

Had I written the story touting Pittsburgh in such a prestigious magazine, I’d to this day be using it as a key to the city demanding free stuff from every hotel and restaurant near the Golden Triangle.

I rarely use them anymore, but I still have business cards emblazoned with “Palm Features.” I did this starting out because I wanted my travel writing to convey tropical idylls and dreamy destinations.

In fact, I called it “Palm Features” because my palm was always out reaching for freebies.

That O’Toole and two of the cities other top freelance writers don’t treat a guy like that with kneejerk disdain pleases me.

The other two are James Scott Thornton and Matt Stroud.

O’Toole and Thornton I taught to my class. Stroud I taught in my class.

Thornton does wonderfully offbeat stuff for Men’s Health and other top Rodale publications (and note that’s RoDALE, not RoDELL, damn it).

I’ve written for Men’s Health, too. Like twice. He gets invited to their Christmas parties and is way too cool to go.

He does a lot of very good cerebral stuff, but I remember the one time he lay in the desert for something like 12 hours trying to convince a buzzard he was dead enough to bite. It didn’t work. Even buzzards know Thornton’s too lively to ever appear dead.

Matt was the best student I ever taught in four years that included many stellar graduate students at Point Park University. That’s the Pittsburgh school where I was an adjunct professor before the alarmed administrators realized many of the students I was teaching were more qualified to teach than me.

Or should it be more qualified to teach than I?

He asked questions the very first day that really let me know he had a great intellect, drive and there was no way I’d be able to coast through the class offering up my usual lame jokes and war stories about my days with National Enquirer.

I nearly broke down in tears.

Since graduating in 2010, he’s been teaching me how a professional freelancer should approach his or her career. In just the past six months, he’s earned multiple bylines in such prestigious outlets as The Atlantic, The Verge, Reuters and The Nation.

And, I swear, he’s just getting started. It’s going to be fun to watch his career progress from here to Jon Krakauer-like levels.

I could see any of the three of them doing well on “Jeopardy!”

But tonight the popcorn’s reserved for my friend Chris.

I’m so excited for her. She said taping the show in August was a life-time ambition for her -- and that’s saying something for someone who’s traveled around the world and written about so much of what makes the world go ‘round.

I hope she does great. If she does, it ought to feel familiar.

Great’s something she’s been doing for a long, long time.




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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Twitter = Wit confetti; my tweets of the month

Wicked storm has me fearing for my life in my 2nd story office. Might hide in basement. Happily, that's where the bar is. And #Bucs are on. Safety first!


That was the 200th tweet from the past month at @8days2amish. A friend saw it and requested a picture, which I’ve posted above.


It’s the first glimpse I’ve ever offered of The Pond’s interior. That’s Dave, the owner, on my left, and on my right one of the seven Regular Joes, all of whom are helpfully named Joe.


The rest are all buddies who I wish were named Buddy.


The past four weeks were historic to my Twitter account because they demolished my conceit of keeping my total tweets under 1,000 as it’s been for nearly two years.


I figured 1,000 was a nice round number and I could achieve pure Twitter essence if I’d frequently and ruthlessly winnow out the weaklings as I added fresh sparklers.


But a host of friendly new followers -- one of them high profile celebrity babe Holland Taylor -- has led me to sharpen my radar for Tweet-worthy thoughts and, of course, plaster my office walls with gorgeous Holland Taylor posters.


“The great thing about your Twitter feed is it’s just you. You don’t link to other stories or engage in conversation. You just post these idiosyncratic little bolts of wit.”


I was highly complimented when Matt Stroud told me that. He’s a great writer and friend who is succeeding as a freelancer despite bearing the occupational burden of having once been a student of mine.


I was heartened to hear him say that because that exactly sums up my Twitter aspirations. I want my twitter feed to be full from top to bottom with engaging and offbeat thoughts, a VIP pass to my brain, if you will.


In the last month, I posted nearly 200 tweets. So Twitter is now officially another one of those things I used to relentlessly mock in which I’m now fully engaged.


Sort of like marriage and fatherhood.


And I tingle and think sweet, happy thoughts about you any time one of you retweets one of my posts to your followers. Same goes for anyone who refers people to my blog.


Means the world to me.


I could say more, but I’ve already exceeded 140 characters.


Here are two dozen of I think were the best of the month. See if you can guess my favorite (answer at conclusion).



I'll bet 98% of men are content using just 15% of their brain as long as another comparatively inconsequential organ keeps on giving it 110%.


• I've never seen a white supremacist who's made me, a fellow white, feel the least bit superior.


• I’m surprised no one’s developed a bacon perfume for women. I’m sure men would find those wearing “Eau de Bacon” irresistible.


• Does anyone else wonder if all the other kids made fun of him because Jeremiah was a bullfrog?


• Some patriot should tailor the lyrics of "The Star-Spangled Banner" to the theme from "The Price is Right." It'd be very catchy


• I suppose it's immature of me to even pose the question, but does anyone know if the nation of Turkey has a national bird?


• I've lived a long time but I've never known anyone who when they were young & their heart was an open book used to say live & let live.


• Pundits refer to Ohio and Pennsylvania as swing states. But Wisconsin has the most playgrounds per capita. It is THE swing state.


• Anyone know if ObamaCare will cover the years of intense psychological care needed by Conservatives driven crazy by Supreme Court ruling?


• Global warming will be solved in 15 years when NASA engineers figure way to move Earth farther from the sun. Days will be longer, too.


• Lyme Disease leaves victims chronically fatigued. Lemon Lyme Disease leaves victims chronically fatigued sourpusses.


• Reporter #ChrisChristie called "stupid" should have responded in singsong voice, "I know you are, but what am I?"


• Now that Anderson Cooper's admitted he's gay, maybe Donald Trump will be encouraged to step forward and finally admit he's an ass.


• Scientists will in 10 yrs figure way to harness hate as renewable energy. Good: it's green. Bad: Driving someone crazy will be civic minded.


• How come a single camera lens isn't properly referred to as a camera len?


• The word "astute" doesn't sound like it should convey wisdom. It sounds like it should convey flatulence.


• Instamacy is the mutual attraction so powerful it causes consenting adults to leap into bed moments after first locking eyes.


• Despite the obvious mathematical inconsistencies, a game of 8 Ball played between two naked men is still called 8 Ball.


• Artistic people often settle disputes by drawing straws.


• Starry-eyed singles who date someone proficient in detonating pyrotechnics are apt to go out with a bang.


• Recent health research says some soft drinks contain flame retardants. They say it's bad. Is it? I'd like to be more flame retardant.


• Thought new "Dallas" plot line that former drunken whore Sue Ellen Ewing was running for guv of Texas was preposterous. Then realized, hell, Texas elected Rick Perry.


• It is entirely possible to simultaneously give someone both a rump roast and a bum steer.


• Happy 94th birthday to a man who accomplished more during 27 years in captivity than I've accomplished in 49 years of carefree freedom. #Mandela


Lots of fun word play in this batch. And I like the one about Anderson Cooper because it has, I think, a certain deftness to it and I’m fond of any topic that let’s me take a blast at the idiot Trump, as I did here last June.


But I think I have to go with the Mandela one. It’s self-deprecating and makes a point about this monumental man who is second on the list of people with whom I’d most like to have a long, boozy lunch.


Who’s first?


Holland Taylor!