culture club

Pod. Cast.

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The room is dark, our forms lit by the glow of the impossibly large screen. We’re colored blues and grays and the other cool…

In the ‘No’

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Beef tongue and bone marrow and donut-bun hamburgers? Seriously? In Columbus? And at a venue that has 30 beers on tap, many regionally sourced?…

Walk, don’t run

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If you were to set a soundtrack to the concept of “simple living,” it would likely be some sort of Americana playlist. The Band….

Wild Edges

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Back in college, I had the great fortune to attend a seminar taught by Dr. Maya Angelou. On the first day, each of the twenty-five…

Bread Bitch

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A recent email: Folks – please know, be apprised-cognizant, advised and fully aware — that the birthday bread brought to us by y’all is beyond…

Walk this way

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Cool morning, and I’m out chopping wood in the empty lot behind the house. I figured if I was going to destroy my spine…

Trespassing

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“To get to the heart of America,” writes Ken Ilgunas, “we cannot simply walk its forests and fields; rather we must cut through its…

Barstool brews

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There’s no neon sign, no wafting cloud of cigarette smoke, and no drunk puking in the corner — at least not yet. But the bar…

Commercial interest

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Normally, I’d say Super Bowl ads are supposed to be one of two things: Hilarious (as when Rex almost gets that Budweiser) or mind-blowing…