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Originally posted on YO! Science is AWESOME!:
This year, The Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County has no formal theme for the yearly Summer Reading program. Last year, the theme had to do with Superheroes and the year before that, everyone was a Reading Rock Star.
The informal theme for this year is more about reading and learning at the library with a focus on S.T.E.A.M programs,i.e., Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts, and Mathematics programs. These programs are ways to help kids not forget everything they learned during the school year while having fun over the summer.
When I was younger, I can remember the multiple camps and day workshops my mother had me in during the summer. My mumbled complaints would be silenced with a statement that I would thank her when I got older. She wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t forget how to write a paper or figure…
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Originally posted on DRUNKEN TIGER MFBTY INTERNATIONAL:
On May 23rd, former Superstar K contestant, Euna Kim, will release her first album, which was produced by MFBTY.
On May 19th, Kim’s label, Music K Entertainment, announced that the project album “Love Me Love,” will be released on the May 23rd. Tiger JK stated that upon hearing Euna Kim rap, he requested to be her mentor and came up with the project album idea. MFBTY gave Kim an abundance of support and featured on her title track “이젠 너 없어도 (Without You Now).”
The Music Video is said to be of a dramatic, movie like concept where a timid & shy girl performs in front of a large crowd, showing her hidden talent and dancing with her wings. Tiger JK, Yoon MiRae and Bizzy feature as cameos in the music video clip, which was produced by producer Lumpens, who has also worked with Lee Hyo Ri and the legendary…
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Back in the mid double 00s, after 32 years of being a staple in the West End, the Cincinnati Arts Consortium (CAC) closed its doors after the city took 1515 Linn Street because of eminent domain.
During it’s time the CAC served as a place where creatives of all ages came to work on their art. There were galleries for art shows, a black box theater for the performing arts and meeting rooms for seminars or classes. If you were an artist seeking a community the CAC was for those who couldn’t afford the high price private classes elsewhere.
Slowly, two other venues are growing to fill in the hole the CAC left.
This past week Elementz celebrated its 8th anniversary. Two hundred teens and young adults go through Elementz to learn a performing art (dance, DJing, recording, songwriting) along with getting a chance to make money with the talents that they have cultivated. Young people teach Zumba classes, dj parties and produce albums. DJ Trentity, one of their young spinners, spent this past summer in Amsterdam at a festival.
Seven miles away from downtown the Madisonville Arts and Cultural Center is banking on reviving the neighborhood by first bringing the arts back into the community. The building’s first floor has an area that doubles as a lobby and an art exhibition space. The second floor is a black box theater that has been renovated with a state of the art sound system. Although they are still working on some renovations, the Art Group that is coordinating the building hopes to have a steady stream of events picking up in the next few months with facility rental available in 2014.
As the Arts makes a comeback to low-income areas, thirsty artists are glad to receive it. Hopefully, Cincinnati City Council is taking note. Having another recording artist or actress might not bring in the same money as a new casino, but the quality of life it can add to our corner of Ohio is immeasurable.
You don’t realize the impact someone has until you notice their absence.
We were talking on a Facebook wall about the nuttiness of a friend’s husband when suddenly a friend dropped a non-sequitor.
“Remember the guy who always had signs on his hat and all over him he would always be in the library well he passed”
He was a fixture in downtown Cincinnati. He was everywhere: Over-the-Rhine at the Washington Park dedication, down by the River near the new Smale Park, watching people dancing on the Square on a hot summer evening or just wandering around the library. And wherever he was he had a message: Remember Joann Burton! End the War in Afghanistan! Go Bengals!
I remember I took a picture of him two years ago. I was watching the Occupy Cincinnati people, snapping pictures, when he stopped in front of me and asked me if I liked his hat. I told him I did. Then he said, “Take my picture.”
So I took it.
I posted my picture on Facebook and within minutes I found a story from a local news station that was reporting his death. More and more friends were shocked and expressed sadness. More people posted pictures and if they didn’t have a picture they told a story of just seeing Hat Man/Hat Guy around downtown and reading his message on his hats. He was just that guy that suddenly appeared and made you smile –definitely not as scary as the construction clown or as creepy as Red Shoe/Blue Shoe.
It wasn’t until the news article that people knew Hat Man’s name: Avtar S. Gill.
Cincinnati is not a quirky city. You will never see a movement to keep this city weird like Austin. But we do havae personalities that aren’t always running for city council. And to have a person that touches so many of us who encounter him –or at the very least we don’t cross the street when we see him coming—means something in a place big enough to be called a city but still small enough that we can have an odd person who embodies the spirit of the town that when he passes we miss him.
Because, really, what didn’t he love about Cincinnati? He loved the Macy’s Music festival as much as he loved the Reds. He mourned General Kabaka Oba as much as he was bereaved in the death of Michael Jackson. He was everywhere downtown professing his love of the Bengals, the Freedom Center, Fountain Square –you name it.
Who needed push notifications from Cincinnati.com when all you needed to do was see his hat to know what was going on in the city?
Looking back on it, I think he carried the burden of loving this city for all of us who are too often disappointed or maybe too jaded to give kisses and unconditional love to the hometown.
Who will love Cincinnati now? And the day we discover he is gone we also find out that we are awarded the 2015 Game All-Star.
And you know he would have had a hat for that.
Hat Man, if there is a heaven please continue to love us from afar. Put in a good word to the Big Man because with the way the Bengals have been playing for the last 20 years, it doesn’t seem as if they have been getting much love from God.
Donald Glover A.K.A. Childish Gambino’s Camp.
I can’t get his music out of my head, even with though he’s overdosing on cursing –which doesn’t bother me that much but as I pass the link along to those a lot younger than me they look at me with skepticism at first and once they hear it puzzlement with all the expletives.
Although they shouldn’t. If you know me then you know then you know I understand creative license and as long as you are creating art for more than just shock value and how shocking can profane words be in the 21st century when you have 3 years using them with verbal dexterity?
But perusing comments and critiques it seems everyone is trying to reach and compare him to people they already know: he wants to be hard like Jay-Z, he’s emo like Ye, he has beats like Lil Wayne.
Yeah, they influenced him, I can hear some of it in his music. But then it also sounds as if Glover has been mining his relatives LPs for the Fifth Dimension, Todd Rundgren and soul singers from the 80s/90s who switch to a falsetto register to convey the urgency of need or despair.
And his lyrics have weight, mining his recent childhood for pain over being unaccepted by blacks and whites for being inauthentically black, although there is the requisite braggadocio about his relationships with women and how great his raps are.
But the flaws are small. Camp is an album for all the young blacks out there who proudly let their nerd flag fly. Maybe now they can wave it higher and in rhythm to a Gambino beat.
I am done! I am past done, I’m into not caring, into disgust. Divestment is over, now I’m just looking at folks like, “Do I know you? I don’t think I do because you don’t look familiar to me.”
Black folks, we are no longer victims just because we our skin is dark. Is there still racism? Yes. Is there disadvantages that comes with our color? Yes. But when we do something wrong, own up to it. Not every incident is a 21st century re-enactment of Jim Crow.
You don’t know what I’m talking about? Have you not seen the news of what went down in Cleveland, Texas?
Ooops, wrong video. But after you watch these I think you can see the confusion:
And what is the response from the good black folks of Cleveland, TX? Well, they want to gather money of course…
… for the perpetrators.
“She lives in another community,” Quanell X told the gathering. “You mean to tell me the only men that had sex with that girl were black men, locked up in that jail?”
Click link for video.
And they want to ask where the parents were…
… of the victim.
The incident happened in November, check your calendar it’s now March. A whole season has come and gone before they began to make arrests.
It doesn’t matter about the race of the victim. It doesn’t matter about the race of the perpetrators. It doesn’t matter if she was walking around wearing make up and clothes that make her look a lot older than her eleven years.
What does matter is the actions of the rapists. We cannot excuse bad behavior of someone just because we share the same skin color. We don’t like it when it’s done to us, so we cannot do it to someone else.
Everyone with a good conscience should stand against this. I wish I would send money to help mount a defense to put child rapists back on the street. But I will definitely send money to the poor child that was raped and lend my support to the prosecution. Black people, we have to say no to thugs. We have to disdain aberrant behavior. We have to cry for injustice and not cry racism when the perpetrators happen to be black.
We really have to take a stand against this or else blackness will become this. Is this really what we want?
You decide. I’m already gone. When you want to join me, I’ll be right here.
(Big Ups to the BlogMother for the links)