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.
If I had land, I’d plant a garden for deer.
On my concert bucket list: Ray Lamontagne. I first heard this dude sing on Saturday Night Live of all places, which seemed a bit uncommon for their normal musical guest selections.
Soulful and yearning, I was sold. When I saw his new album Supernova was hitting the stores I figured my chances would be good to catch him on tour.
The PNC Pavilion is a fine enough establishment, but I yearn for smaller venues or the ability to move around. Don’t get me wrong, Ray put on a fine show—faithful to recordings, maybe a bit buried on the vocals, but solid. But I feel like to really scratch my itch I need to see another performance in some venue with a bit of character.
Caucasian folk-soul party.
Ray on stage.
My friend Ray driving home.
Phone snap in the middle of a bike ride. Of mild interest, this picture was totally better before I fiddled with it.
Tom had a bunch of Barry Manilows on his desktop. I don’t ask questions.
That evening however, there were questions. They were about living and creating in Cincinnati. Zan led the gathering hosted at Joseph-Beth Booksellers and there were oodles of folks from The Cincinnati Anthology on hand to share perspectives. I don’t go to many book inspired events. But now I think I should.
The summer of 2014 will officially go down as the time when I began to deeply appreciate what foods in my geography are in season. I’ve also learned that buying from local farmers makes me more inclined to use everything quickly and intentionally. Maybe it’s a guilt thing, I don’t know, but man this stuff tastes better.
Link: Northside Farmer’s Market