It’s tough buying a car. It always feels like we’re on the precipice of a vehicle with the perfect set of features. Everything’s a concept (or out already in Europe).
My friend’s old ride was falling apart and it was difficult to maintain it long enough until the new Outback arrived in dealerships.
I can say with confidence that this new model bests the old in every way, and it was solid before. Subaru is less daring with their design language these days, but it makes for a vehicle that’s going to last a good long time.
He picked it up this Saturday and the engine will likely never be this clean again:
Mom broke out the paper making setup for her friend Gayle. The weather was cooperative, but unfortunately the table was persnickety. There were injures, but also lots of paper made.
Oh, and there was cake
Frank recommends this book. I enjoy simply looking at it, but after I’m finished with Dry I’m going to crack it open.
Edie waits for the automated food dispenser to dispense with the food.
Saw Frank in the theater. There was no marquee or poster to photograph as it was the last day. It was a difficult film, but made me laugh and wonder. I think it’d be hard to watch at home without dedication.
Speaking of the Corvette, the new design feels good. It’s daring, maybe a bit out there like those new Transformers movies, but it’s a welcome and radical departure.
1.) I want to drive a Corvette.
2.) Go on the Factory Tour down in Bowling Green.
OTR Bike artwork by Michael Stillion (more of his OTR collages)
Bonus from the evening? A gift of some fine beard elixir. Been using it a few days, it’s dandy. (Thanks Maya!)
Went to a Northside Community Council meeting and enjoyed hearing from all the folks in the neighborhood about the happenings and whatnot.
Happen, Inc. closed out the evening, talking about their latest programs—one of which is perfect for a project I’m working on. Stop in to their Toy Lab and they scan you and create a 3D printed model.
The examples they had on hand were awesome. I’m scheduling a scan pronto.
Cincinnati’s Mini Maker Faire at Union Terminal was a solid, condensed taste of the big event. And though I don’t feel we’ve seen the full strength of the event yet, like the act of making itself, it’s all about iteration. I think the ingredients are coming together nicely, and the community is starting to grow. It’s an exciting time to make.
Sidenote: I’m always in awe of Union Terminal. It’s in dire need of renovation and repair. Fingers crossed the folks of Cincinnati agree.
Tons more photos from the Mini Maker Faire
This was the tenth anniversary of the Lantern Lighting Ceremony at Spring Grove and my first. Families come together and customize lanterns with messages of remembrance or hope, then launch them on the lake at dusk.
We got our lanterns in order, carved out a nice spot on the eastern shore and had a makeshift picnic while the sun began to set.
Music played between readings of names for those no longer with us.
Bagpipes began and we set our lanterns off.
I can easily see this becoming a yearly tradition. (I tip my hat to Wayne for inviting me!)
Many more photos of the evening
Brahms and Tchaikovsky Festival with the CCM Philharmonia at the Corbett Auditorium.
Before the performance I reflected on the space and the philanthropy of The Corbett Foundation which made it possible. This theater is among so many venues around Cincinnati that were either built or saved by the Corbett’s generosity.
I’ve many friends that have benefited by this organization, myself included. As an audience member or working behind the counters at Riverbend, my life has been enriched by the music and arts their gifts helped sustain.
It was recently announced that the foundation is closing its doors. A natural and intended progression of the organization, there is certainly a note a sadness. But I don’t see this as a loss. It’s a legacy that lives on in the buildings, sure, but also in every person that has come through all the doors on either side of the stage.
It’s a wonderful thing, really.
Honored by the excellent performance I saw that evening, and for many more.