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Roe v. Wade v. Us

2 Comments · Wednesday, January 23, 2013
 We can wake up and be poor, under-educated and -employed, invisible during the “conversation” around representation in the rarified air in corporations, education, sports management and ownership. Meantime, we’re constantly being objectified.
  

'We Can Fix This'

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Seems thugs took “Pause for the Cause,” talk radio host Nathan Iverson’s Jan. 9 anti-violence tête-à-tête with Police Chief James Craig, as a green light and not the intended inward-loo  

The White N-Word (The Case for Quentin Tarantino)

3 Comments · Tuesday, January 8, 2013
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.    

Gone By

0 Comments · Thursday, December 27, 2012
I am a compulsive list-maker. I keep the calendars that kept the appointments, lists and abandoned ideas from years gone by.   

Been the End

1 Comments · Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The end is an equation with a repeating decimal. Worse yet, the end is like spending decades watching a television stuck on a channel broadcasting shows with dreadful, predictable endings, yet living another day to watch those same shows again.    

Campus Insecurity

5 Comments · Wednesday, December 12, 2012
There is a profoundly false sense of security not only on the campus of the University of Cincinnati but also surrounding it, and this isn’t anything new.   

Black Tea

1 Comments · Wednesday, December 5, 2012
 Even Christopher Smitherman and Christopher Finney must roll over in the middle of the night in the strange bed they share and look at one another and wonder: How the hell’d this happen   

St. Elmo's Fire

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Once upon a time, there lived a presumptuous and possibly troubled, grown-ass man who made his living by pitching his voice cartoonishly high to the precipice of nasal annoyance.    

Thanks

0 Comments · Tuesday, November 20, 2012
I was awakened by these sentences in the pre-dawn darkness of Sunday morning. Makes sense. It was our dear mother’s favorite time of day, her favorite day of the week.  

...And Never the Twain Shall Meet

4 Comments · Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Asking the beautiful, shiny revelers occupying the part of Vine Street comprising Gateway Quarter to recall and meditate on the April 2001 riots, curfews and economic boycotts that erupted after then-police officer Stephen Roach shot and killed Timothy Thomas on Republic Street is impossible.