WEDNESDAY JAN. 16: Newport on the Levee has added a new
wrinkle to the movie-watching experience. The seldom-used arcade has
been replaced by MacGuffins Bar & Lounge, which is now open and
serving drinks that can be brought into the movie.
I swear there are days when it would be
best to turn off the television, stay away from computers, the Internet
and smartphones, maybe just remain in bed with the covers firmly clasped
over my head to silence the ignorant noise spewing out of the mouths
(and from the furiously tweeting thumbs) of politicians, commentators
Colorado gun retailer Jax Mercantile has officially halted
sales of assault rifles and high-capacity magazines in the wake of
several mass shootings over the last several months: Company president
Jim Quinlan has “no regrets” about the change, even though it’s angered a
good chunk of customers and reduced profits. WORLD +1
Ohio’s own, U.S. Speaker of the House, John Boehner, told
Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid to “go f— himself” at a White House
meeting last week after Reid publicly accused him of running the House
like a dictatorship. CINCINNATI -2
It’s 2013 already. The rate at which calendar pages blow
past means there’s not enough time to school you on the ever titillating
suffixal differences — which are also cultural and racial — between the
-er and the -a. White folks want to say the word soooo badly it’s funny.
I met Father Bollman in 2001,
immediately after the April riots, at a community forum. He was among a small group of concerned
citizens who, during those troubled times, came to talk, to share grief
and anger, to take the first tentative steps toward building a united
city-wide coalition to address the escalating problems between the black
community and the Cincinnati police.
WEDNESDAY DEC. 26: The Community Recorder today
profiled a Florence, Ky., man named Tim Atkins for being an awesome
neighbor. People call him “The Mayor of Lloyd Avenue” or “Tim the Tool
Man” because of his willingness to help and let people use his tools.
It’s pretty widely accepted that creative
types — the kind whose work is meant to disseminated — share a common
trait: swollen, bulging egos that must constantly be nursed with
attention, positive or otherwise. The writer writes, of course, because
he likes the sound of his own voice.