Man, we Cincinnatians love lists — especially when we’re on them. Ever since mega travel site Lonely Planet picked the Queen City as a top-10 US travel destination for 2012, my Facebook and Twitter feeds have been blowing up with the news. The TV stations all had a bit on the announcement, as did the … More Why visit Cincinnati? (Really, why?)
I was at the gym the other day (no joke) when the police sketch of a robbery suspect came on the TV. He looked like a very pretty woman wearing a hijab. He was supposed to be a crook in a hoodie. I nearly tripped on the elliptical. It reminded me of the sketch earlier … More Why are police sketches so bad?
Yesterday’s post about Orlando the 11-year-old headhunter got me thinking about my attempt at adult art class. Have you ever tried to pick up a hobby only to find you’re really awful at it? Like, you knit a sweater with one too-long arm or build a playhouse that crumbles with the first stiff wind or, … More A non-artist is born
He pointed his finger at me. “YOU should be a dry cleaner!” he shouted. He wasn’t being mean. He was being 11. Orlando’s a sweet kid who once posed for our art class, just sat straight-backed in the chair for an hour while we took our pencils and turned his face into alien shapes on … More Employment advice from an 11-year-old
I’ve never been a big museum person. There’s something about being held hostage in a musty room and forced to read no-longer-accurate placards that has me yawning as soon as I walk in the door. I seem unable to retain any information I absorb via exhibit. I still get reptiles and amphibians confused. I couldn’t … More Rating Cincinnati’s museums
OK, so I’m probably the last person in Cincinnati to blog about the lighted Landor displays at the Shillito building near 7th and Race streets, but I don’t care. I finally got to see them in action tonight. I had to be pulled away. There are four displays, but I enjoyed the present one the … More A reason to go out at night
Things have been going so well lately that I haven’t had any reason to complain, which means I have nothing to write about, which is why writers so often crave drama and are impossible to love. I can change, though, right? Today, at least, I can set aside the cynicism and write something that’s celebratory, … More Oh Cincinnati, you lovable weirdo