I’m one of those people.
I was lucky enough to plan lunch around an Apple keynote.
I chose Taco Bell in a half-panic/horrible-desire to make it back in time to see the streamed event.
Watching these keynotes is almost as good—if not better than—standing in line to buy something new.
Not just new… New with attention to detail.
That always makes the difference.
Time for the yearly checkup with my oncologist. All bloodwork and a cursory physical exam suggests everything is fine. (Yay.)
Great relief after a bad scare last year that turned out to be nothing to worry about, but a much needed kick in the seat of the pants to live more intentionally.
Right now I’m filled with immense gratitude.
If Norman Rockwell was around, I’d like to think this is the scene he’d capture somehow.
Extra image from later that evening
My friend Chris let me kick the tires on his convertible. We drove down to Rabbit Hash for the afternoon. More proof…
I know Olive Garden and Red Lobster are hurting by the fast casualization of foodstuffs, and I want to live in a world where all approaches to restaurateuring can peacefully coexist. But if you told me you were going to open up the Chipotle of Pizza joints, I would immediately line up and become an investor by stuffing my face.
That’s the foundation of Blaze Pizza and I have a feeling it’s going to do really well. Apparently they are opening up like one new store every four days. I just hope they’re a company run with integrity, wherewithal and no exceptionally evil agendas. In the meantime? Extra banana peppers, please.
In other parts of the day, there was a Celtic festival at Washington Park. These events really would benefit from large infographics to help folks understand what exactly does Celtic encompass. I’m going to go out on a limb that it doesn’t include gyros and cream puffs.
Also? The moon’s looking good this week. It’s there behind those clouds.
The humidity wasn’t going to stop me from learning how to put up big prints up outside today. After seeing folks re-hanging the Shepard Fairey mural as part of Cincy Summer Streets in Northside, I was motivated to give it a try.
Armed with wheat paste, some large format maps of the neighborhood, and permission to use the boarded up windows on a future establishment, I was all set.
Halfway through the job a fella stopped and asked where to get a good cup of coffee. I drew a path through the paste, “We’re here and Sidewinder is just up and to your left.” He thanked me and headed on.
Students walked by and one pointed to a street and said, “That’s where I live.”
A woman waiting for the bus asked me what all the stuff on the map was and I said they were businesses. “There’s so much happening.” She said.
I designed this map when I moved into the neighborhood and had an open house. It happened during Second Saturdays and I wanted to give friends an easy way to explore Northside to shop and eat. (And maybe I didn’t want to make hors d’oeuvres.) Now it’s this thing I update every month as businesses shift and whatnot. It is pretty exciting to see how much things are changing and growing.
For all the pixels I push around throughout the day, getting my hands dirty and seeing folks interact with something in the world is a very special thing.
- A hat tip to the folks at World Cup for letting me use their wall.
- Thanks to Phipps Reprographics for the fine and affordable prints.
- If you want to zoom in, click on businesses or download a PDF, feel free to explore.
- Got a spare wall? I’ve got a handful of prints left over. Hit me up.
- Also, that Porsche is rad. (Not mine, but one can dream.)
There are so few constants that we can rely on in this world. But I stand by this: the best time to visit Kings Island is on Pride Night. The lines are so short, you can exhaust yourself easily on roller coasters.
I went to ride the Banshee for the first time. The harness contraption that acts as an iron lung almost made it intolerable. Having the ride break down temporarily at the end while stuck in the grips of said harness was doubly bad. But none of that detracted from an evening that involved more than 10,000 steps and lots of wind through the hair.