Tag Archives: Cincinnati
Books in Art: The Bookworm’s Table
Fun fact: Claude Raguet Hirst, an artist from Cincinnati, was actually a woman (real name: Claudine).
Daily Diversion #236: And in Between, There Are Doors
“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”-William Blake
Daily Diversion #228: Lunchtime View
Daily Diversion #227: Eden Park, Redux
Daily Diversion #225: Ferry on the Ohio
Daily Diversion #214: John Hiatt/Robert Cray
I took yesterday off to indulge in some musical inspiration:
Daily Diversion #213: Eden Park
Shocking confession: Sometimes I need to flee from words. Oh, nothing permanent or long-term. It’s just that my creativity likes green things. She says it helps her think and form ideas. Fancy that!
Daily Diversion #212: Chipmunk
Behind the Scenes of a Blending Class at Churchill’s Fine Teas, Wherein I Confess That the Delightful Drink is My Soul Mate
Oh, tea! You are my special chum. How I love thee in every possible cliched way. Is there a writer, alive or distantly dead, who has never savored your goodness? The ghosts of your famous lovers must be everywhere. Oh, tea! Piping, steaming, swirling with heat. Homey: a silent, sympathetic witness to innumerable sorrows and hopes. Out of dainty cups, chipped cups, disposable cups, any cups at hand. Sweet or plain. Oh, tea! You are always by my side as I write or read. This, this is adoration. Please bask in that love while I tell my patient readers a story.
Every time the blonde child walked into the kitchen, she asked, aloud, the same question. “Is there anything, world, more beautiful than a brightly coloured tea tin?” It was, to be sure, a frankly odd thing for a six-year-old to think about, but think about it she did. The answer, internal rather than vocal, always echoed from her heart with happy assurance: “No! No! No!”