In the click-obsessed world of online media, nothing gets readers flipping pages like a good ol’ city ranking. Some of the best in the biz come courtesy of serious journalism/gossip rag juggling act The Daily Beast. Their favorite click-trick is to put up these pseudo-scientific top 20 listings curated by university brain Richard Florida. The logic anchoring the lists is always a little dodgy, but hey, readers love a good quantified competition.
However, on Tuesday, when they posted one titled “20 Worst Places to Sell Your Home,” we got a serious serving of déjà vu.
Artist and Asterisk Gallery proprietor Dana Depew reports that he has decided to close his gallery—a mainstay on the Tremont art walk— after a ten-year run.
“I found myself awake at three a.m. trying to hook up a bunch of TVs for a show after working all day at a chemical factory. I made the decision then,” he said.
So when is it closing for good and what can you expect from the last show?
If handgun law was like the culinary arts, Utah would be fast food. The conservative bastion dishes out conceal carry permits like Happy Meals on a Sunday afternoon in summer, and the gun-hungry don’t even have to live in the state to order. Utah will issue permits to outsiders in some states if residents pass a Utah-approved certification course, clear a background check, and toss a check for $65.25 to the Utah Department of Public Safety. To date, some 138,418 non-Utah residents have been issued permits by the state, and that includes Ohioans.
An expanded version of Looking for Calvin and Hobbes: The Unconventional Story of Bill Watterson and His Revolutionary Comic Strip is now available in paperback. In two new chapters, author Nevin Martell continues his fruitless quest for the elusive Watterson, who grew up in Chagrin Falls and still lives in Northeast Ohio.
As with the previous version of the story, he ferrets out everything he can — short of an interview with the artist.
Lorain, it’s time we had a talk. What the hell is going on? You’ve been acting so strange lately, everyone’s talking about it. They blame it on the water, blame it on the economy, say the 440 is just plain crazy. But seriously, a screw's loose, friend. It's time to get some help . . .
This summer reading the Lorain police blotter has been like watching an endless Cops marathon. We’ve had women flash artists afoot on the streets, batshit-wild 15-year-olds, booze cruisin’ mommas, and violent spectacles aplenty. You want more? Well, how about drunk vigilante justice gone wrong?
David Franklin, the internationally respected scholar of Italian Renaissance and Baroque art, who was named the next director of the Cleveland Museum of Art last week, still has all his teeth.
This is noteworthy because the 49 year-old native of Toronto has played hockey ever since he was a youngster. He still plays in an adult pick-up league there.
As a youth, he says, “I was a reasonably good goalie, and there was some possibility of getting on a more professional track.” But in his teens, his father steered him down a more intellectual path — in part by suggesting that he play defense, where he wasn’t nearly as good.
Lisa Reichel and her family were scared.
They'd found a baby squirrel that had fallen out of a tree and tried to save it. A wildlife expert told them to use a dropper to try and see if the baby squirrel would drink some of the nutrition it would need to live.
The squirrel wouldn't take it though.
If they didn't act quickly, the squirrel would die.
That's when Lisa Reichel thought about her cat, Jingles.