Restaurants and wineries alike offer a great selection of
some fine fermented grapes. Whether you have a more refined taste and
enjoy the dryness of a Cabernet or still have a sweet tooth, surely you
can find a bottle or two to stock the wine rack.
With January officially underway, many
might be determined to make this the year to look fabulous by getting
fit and losing weight. But instead of doing the same old thing, signing
up for another gym membership or trying the latest fad diet, why not try
a new strategy?
I get almost as many spam emails about
weight loss as I do about erectile dysfunction. Since I don’t have a
penis, the Viagra ones get an automatic delete. But I do have a bit of a
tummy. Should I read about how to melt belly fat in just 15 days?
Back in 1999 Deborah Ooten found herself
filling her gas tank at the Shell station in Clifton Heights when
something spoke to her: The universe told her that she was going to
start the Conscious Living Center.
Little girls can frequently be found
playing with Barbie dolls (if you were like me, you’d frequently be
found giving them Crayola marker makeovers and cutting their hair off),
but Jennifer Young of Chaos Contained, a Cincinnati-based organizing and
design service, didn’t play with her Barbies — she organized them.
Midnight December 31: when our clocks and
calendars tip us into the New Year, party hats and all, to start anew.
The goal is to end the old year with respect — and a really great soiree
— and set our intentions to bring prosperity, love and luck in the new
In this Year in Film and Music special edition, you'll hear from local writers and musicians about their year. We'll take a look at ambitious movies with inconclusive endings. You'll learn about the loss of two seminal local music venues, and much more.
“If you don’t know meat, know your butcher”
is advice I read on a butcher shop window a long time ago. It came back
to me recently when I read an article in The New York Times
titled “The Lost Art of Buying From a Butcher.” The bottom line: An
experienced butcher will gladly tell you more than a package ever will.
Many Cincinnatians are unemployed, looking for jobs that won’t return any time soon. Some
are struggling to pay bills and put food on the table for their family,
while others are living on the streets without a home to call their own. If you find yourself asking, “What can I
do, after all. I am only one person?,” there are many convenient
opportunities in the Greater Cincinnati area to help those in need during the holiday season.
The first of two December offerings (War Horse
being the other) from The Most Successful Director That Has Ever Lived
is a motion-capture-rendered animated adventure that follows a young
journalist (Bell) immersed in a treasure hunt. The trailer looks like Indiana Jones minus the geriatric nonsense of that series’ last entry, which is obviously a good thing.
A DJ’s most important duty is to gauge
the crowd and keep them happy by choosing the just-right song to play at
that just-right moment. I was told by the DJ company that a truly great
DJ doesn’t just spin records — if he or she is good enough, they can
act almost like a Pied Piper. And, he assured me, the DJ I’d been
assigned is one of their best — DJ Scrooge McRock.
Sure, it might sound
boring and vaguely pathetic for one's favorite holiday memories to revolve around TV — how very “American” of me — but holidays
just wouldn’t be the same without football on Thanksgiving, the
Christmas Eve A Christmas Story marathon and all the classic
This year’s Holiday Issue took a step
back in an attempt to enjoy the experiences that so often pass us by
during this time of year. Should we have set up an elaborate photo shoot
for our Holiday Issue covers? That sounded stressful and obligatory, so
we just built a little house out of cookies and candy. It was only one
story, but it was delicious. And we enjoyed each other’s company and had
lots of candy left over.
long, skinny fingers except when I go Christmas shopping. Once I’m in a
store listening to Christmas music and hearing all that holiday cheer,
my fingers swell up. This has been happening since the 1980’s. My
fingers are no longer fingers. They’re long, fat sausages that are tired
of picking up stuff and trying to decide what to buy somebody.