After safety issues, shipping
complications and ongoing construction postponed its original May 1
opening date, the Cincinnati Bike Center at Smale Riverfront Park opened
its doors to the public Sunday, May 6.
I’m going old school with the flow, biting a rhyme from Uncle L, when I say, “Don’t call it a comeback.” It being the rebirth, the remixing and reloading of The Alternative,
and I could also add that like LL, “I’ve been here for years.” I’ve
been underground, hiding out in darkened theaters, multiplexing my way
above the fray.
Between bodies, equipment and ephemera,
we’re packed tightly into The Ready Stance’s rehearsal space, possibly a
converted coal cellar in the basement of guitarist/vocalist Wes Pence’s
beautiful old Newport home.
I’m obsessed with the title of Thunder-Sky Inc.’s latest show, Reverse Psychology.
The name, a play on two artists’ opposite aesthetics and themes,
doesn’t work for me — or does it? Should I be celebrating differences,
or searching for similarities? I don’t know what to think, and I think
that’s the intent.
Cincinnati's annual celebration of the two-wheeled lifestyle returns in May. We've got the official Bike Month calendar, provided by Queen City Bike and the Cincinnati Department of Transportation. Events run all month long, and "Bike to Work Week," May 14-18, will offer free coffee and treats for those who want to try cycling to or from work for the first time.
hard for me to really say when my eyesight started to go so horribly
bad. I guess it was more or less a gradual thing, but during the
spring of last year, it seemed to suddenly worsen. More and more, I
was living in shades of pale.
of years ago I was heading up William Howard Taft Road to Gilbert
Avenue and was nearing the intersection in the left turn lane when a
contractor’s van started tailgating me. The driver whaled on his horn
for me to move. Now, seriously, this guy had a gas pedal and could go
much faster than me.
The light bulb that is Cincinnati’s
cycling culture is shining brighter than ever as more people switch out
steering wheels for handlebars for their morning and evening treks to
and from work. The reasons are multitude: to keep in shape, save a hunk
on gas, use green transportation or just to slip some fresh air into the
long days at the office.
Given the news media’s historic reticence
about admitting screw-ups, I have no idea whether we are more or less
ethical than in recent decades. What has changed is the likelihood that
unspeakable puffery and blatant conflicts of interest are likelier than ever to be caught and publicized.