We've often suffered a LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT. Here in our office, we commonly refer to it as deadline day. Eugene O'Neill, however, seemed to have a whole other take on it as he centered his famed play on one heckuva dysfunctional family. It's not an easy tale to watch, thanks to its heavy topics (alcoholism, drug addiction and insanity, anyone?). And it most certainly is long. (We knitted a turtleneck during one production.) But there's a reason it's a classic. (See Onstage.)
Ooh, naughty, naughty. Someone deserves a spanking.
But we're not quite sure. They might like it. Not that there's anything wrong with that, though the Cincinnati powers-that-be probably disagree with us. But the heat is definitely turning up as the Aronoff Center's WESTON GALLERY revs up Sex Machines and Related Objects/Activities. (See Art.)
There's a Bunn in the oven. Actually we're referring to poet DAVID BUNN's appearance at Joseph-Beth Booksellers. His technique is a bit on the archaic side. Remember the old card catalogues? You know, those things busting at the seams that went the way of the dinosaurs when computer technology advanced? Well, Bunn refuses to let go of the past: He incorporates those typed cards into his poetry. Poetry's not dead. It's just using recycled material. (See Literary, and go to www.citybeat.com now for an interview with Bunn.)
We're all about thrill-seeking — as long as we do it in the privacy of our own home. We don't want to bag on daredevils who scale impossible-to-climb mountains and manage to keep their heads above running rapids. We just opt for a bit more stability in our lives. But we don't mind living vicariously through other people's extreme interests. We might even attend the BANFF MOUNTAIN FILM FESTIVAL at the Museum Center, provided the chairs are equipped with seat belts. (See Events.)
"And ALONG CAME A SPIDER and sat down beside her." If an arachnid came and sat down next to us, we'd scream like a 4-year-old girl. And then, of course, we'd stomp the nasty thing to death. (Calm down, PETA. We're just joking.) But we think we can brave the latest adventure of Detective Alex Cross. We'll just keep telling ourselves that it's only a film. And if that doesn't work, we'll take our teddy bear along for protection. (See Film.)
Things are looking prettier and prettier out there in Hamilton. Yeah, we didn't know it was possible either. But there's a source for all this beauty, and it has nothing to do with a garbage heap. PYRAMID HILL SCUPLTURE PARK AND MUSEUM has long been known for, duh, sculpture. Their collection recently expanded with three new pieces. We're particularly excited about getting a chance to sit on "Paul," as kinky as that sounds. But then that's us: closet freaks at heart. (See Attractions.)