My recent attendance at a casual junior high school reunion might indicate to some that I'm a true Westsider. I would say it has more to do with me being a Facebooker. If you haven't checked your tweets on Twitter, friended your friends, updated your status, combed over your RSS feeds or checked out your YouTube channel, social networking is taking over the Internet. Everyone is doing it: Even my 65-year-old mother, who still refuses to get an ATM card.
The world is screwed. I can't help but feel that way after listening to Richard Cressey, president of Washington, D.C.-based Good Harbor Consulting and a regular NBC News analyst, talk about the state of the world on Feb. 2 and how things could change under a new Obama administration.
Amazingly, with all that ills the world today and the repeated missteps of the Bush administration leaving a wake of messes to clean up everywhere, President Obama says getting greener is a priority for our country. That hum you're hearing might be the collective sigh of green-conscious people everywhere coupled with the big one let out by Mother Earth herself.
Paranormal just seems abnormal. That's why when I pulled up alongside a car with "Got Ghosts?" and "Ohio Paranormal Exploration Society" stickers on its side my curiosity was piqued. I'd been invited to an investigation in Clermont County at a house-turned-business office.
Young professionals, the creative class, punks who think they own the city … whatever you call them or want to be called, these twenty- and thirty- and sometimes as late as freshly fiftysomethings have been recognized as a key demographic for keeping Greater Cincinnati competitive in a global marketplace.
As I learned working on a political campaign this fall, guessing is a genuine art form for politicos of all stripes. Each person guesses over another's guess about what might happen next, and the cycle continues ad nauseam. Accuracy is fine and all that, but speculation and rumor-mongering is much more fun. In that spirit, here are my predictions for 2009.
Starting out in this print business 10 years ago, I worked Christmas Day at The Cincinnati Enquirer. Besides the overtime pay, I enjoyed working major holidays because usually there was nothing to do. On this one day, I remember, I decided to pull the newsroom TVs out their cubbyholes to dust behind them.
There are plenty of things missing from 'The Last Shot' — flashy graphics, slick Hollywood production and Academy Award-winning acting, to name a few — but the people involved in it are amateurs with big dreams. What's so amazing about this new movie about teenage life filmed in the West End is the story behind the story.
One of the great delights of being published in a widely read publication is the occasional communication from readers. Journalists, as if clarification is needed, are a curious bunch wrought with variably sized egos and a determined sense of right and wrong.
Few people have a bigger impact on those they work with than teachers. I know that for certain now, as if I needed any further proof. On Dec. 7 I was invited to speak to a group of retired teachers from Colerain Elementary, where I attended kindergarten through sixth grade. Turns out a few in the group read my published writing and wanted me to share my experiences, as they put it, from Colerain Elementary to writing this illustrious column for CityBeat.