This week’s video: A young doctor is whisked halfway across the globe to care for an ailing international religious icon.
Eppolito really haunted me, you know?… I’m looking at the movie and I see Detective Eppolito’s face in the movie - Lost Highway. I said, “Look at him, he’s all the way in Hollywood, and I’m over here [in prison] for a crime I didn’t commit.
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![This week’s podcast: A wrestling-obsessed grandmother has a nasty surprise for the contenders.
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This week’s podcast: A wrestling-obsessed grandmother has a nasty surprise for the contenders.
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Every crowd is a group of individuals and every individual has a story.
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(Faye Lane has a way with words, right?) |
This was an Asian man, my hero - he was beating up the white people.
Let me repeat that.
Before Bruce Lee, there was no “star” of an Asian movie in the States. It was Fu Manchu and Number One Son. Bruce Lee was not only fighting the whites, he was kicking ass.
Congrats to StoryCorps on their MacArthur Award! Couldn’t have gone to a better project. A particular favorite from this corner of the peanut gallery is this one from Mr. Studs Terkel.
From StoryCorps series of animated shorts.
Hooray! Always glad to see the award go to awesome storytellers. Congrats, guys!
OMG. Did you hear that amazing story over the weekend on The Moth Radio Hour?
Oh no, you missed it? Don’t worry. Every Tuesday we put the stories from the last week’s episode of The Moth Radio Hour up for streaming on our website. You can find last week’s stories - and every story that’s ever been on the radio show - on TheMoth.org.
Imagine a world where books self-destruct immediately after reading, and re-appear a little different each time. This is the world of storytelling. Each story is a one-time event. Not because of how you tell it, but because of who you tell it to. If no one listens, the story does not exist. Not in a ”If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” philosophical way. It really does not exist. Similar to a conversation that never happened when it was between you and yourself. This is storytelling’s Achilles heel.
