Spoiler Alert-- These are "The Seven Pillars" to "put our economy and society back on track" from the final chapter of Richard Florida's new book, "The New Urban Crisis" (Basic Books, 2017):
Since ejecting myself from the Ohio City Crime Watch page on Facebook, my life has become much calmer, simpler, more enjoyable. However, I do miss the occasional oddball story that’s worth knowing a little bit about, such as the debate over the speed limit on Franklin Ave. and the “vigilante” who took it upon himself to dress up as a city worker and change all the speed limit signs from “35 mph” to “25 mph.” I’ve been living in either Lakewood or Cleveland for the last 9 years and have been using the stretch of Franklin between West 85th and West 25th in varying degrees of regularity, either on foot, my bike, or in my car. I lived on West 52nd for a time, just off of Franklin. I had a number of thoughts about the street and its speed limit over the years, that amount to something like this:
Recently, I attended opening art shows at Spaces in Hingetown and the Canopy on Lorain, both in Ohio City. And come to think of it, I don't think any of the art at either gallery was actually framed, at least in the sense of the craft of framing pictures. Actually, the craft of picture framing is an art in itself, because the frame chosen always changes the meaning of the picture displayed within the frame. For example, a red frame will pick up and emphasize the reds in picture; a big ornate gold frame will make a statement of the picture's importance. The size of the matting matters, too. Really, the frame cannot but help but become part of the picture.
Is the electoral college still relevant?
Is There A Cleveland Cuisine?
One of my earliest memories is being scolded for climbing a tree that was ‘too big for me!’ and coming home scraped, bruised and bleeding. Neither the minor injuries I have sustained nor the repeated warnings & reprimands of my parents or anyone else have ever been able to keep me out of the woods. For me, ‘out of the woods’ was generally a more threatening place to be than in them. Often in my life, the branches of a tree have been the only place I have felt safe and supported, not to mention creative—(I spent many afternoons during my elementary school days, avoiding my awkward shy kid attempts to relate to my peers, in trees writing my ‘novel’ in a bulky five subject notebook J).
Dear Lynn and John,
Summer is around the corner and has snuck up on me once again! I had all the plans in the world to get my 'beach bod' going, but ended up not losing weight. Now I am feeling like crawling under a rock instead of going out to the beach in a bathing suit like I love to do so much. How do I deal with my insecurities about my body so I can enjoy our short Cleveland summer?
-Seeking Beach Body
There is almost nothing else in the world that gets me excited in the way that summer does when it starts to rear its head in our beautiful city. As a person who equally appreciates the outdoors from the perspective of activity as well as relaxation, on top of years of experiencing the place we call home in this way, I want to share my newest and most favorite experiences in the hopes that others will take advantage of the wealth of options at our doorstep.
I take my filmmaking efforts seriously. Almost every movie that I undertake has this reflection of quality in it which showcases the desire I have to successfully make a name for myself in the industry. Which is why I have an issue with the people who shoot fan films.
"Goodbye" by Toe -or- "The Book About My Idle Plot on a Vague Anxiety" (When it comes to performing in front of people)
This article initially started with what was going to be a simple facebook post that I had decided to scrap because I just didn’t feel like writing something I wouldn’t be around to respond to about playing music. I’ll just share that bit for now, but I’ve been enjoying writing to particular music or songs, and I wanted to share the song I sat down and listened to before writing which is “Song Silly” by a band called toe, from Japan, which many of you know I’m obsessed with. I don’t need to go into what kind of music it is (if you know me at all, you know it’s probably going to be math-rock, and you’d be right), but this song has the singular most calming note I’ve ever heard. It’s a simple string bend at 1:55 seconds-in that I’ve gone back to and re-listened on multiple occasions. Just saying, it’s worth listening to a few (read: thousands of) times.
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What I want to say before I fall asleep on “going to shows”
CLEVELAND CENTRE – CRACKING THE CODE
I am a freelance filmmaker. I'm sure some of you might read that sentence and think to yourself, "That and a quarter might get you a cup of coffee, buddy." There is a lot of uncertainty when you are a freelancer. When is my next job? Will I be able to pay the bills this month?
I opened a business called Canopy almost a year ago with a partner. I left a well-paying, reliable job to do so because I felt a strong desire to try to be my own boss. With a bachelor's degree in saxophone performance, a year and many summers at the Interlochen Arts Academy, it made sense to me that the business I started would be heavily based in the arts. On top of all that, it certainly doesn't hurt to be doing this in Cleveland, where the arts are a seemingly enormous part of our culture and economy.
Let’s take a second to breathe. All of us. Collectively. You deserve that.
Spring is here! Everything’s popping up, sprouting out, and coming to life in all of its brilliance and fecundity, and while I’m certainly excited, there’s still a sluggish part of me that wants to resist leaving my quiet winter cave. In the past, to help me shift my internal landscape, I’ve tried cleanses, and I’ve felt starved, and I’ve panicked, and they didn’t last and didn’t help. But I wanted to do something to ease the discomfort of the seasonal transition and refresh my system, and when I found the simple, nourishing Ayurvedic kitchari cleanse, I knew I was home.
Something special took place at LOOP in Tremont on Feb. 23. Gathered in the quaint neighborhood coffee shop, which features in-house roasts, works of art and even its own music store, was a group of writers who would go on to produce some of the first pieces for the newly-minted Ohio City/Tremont Observer.