Okay. There are like, tens of you who know this already, but I comb Craigslist for the crazy every week and every once in a while come up with something worth posting here. This week’s no different. But there’s maybe some weirdness I came across, and I don’t know what to do about it.
This guy wrote a note in the m4w missed connections section. I clicked on it because it mentioned a place that I go to on a semi-regular basis Downtown. Nothin’ new, and the post itself isn’t anything to get worked up over. It’s the standard stuff:
There’s a girl that works there with the most beautiful eyes [...] I hope someone can help…and hopefully let me know if she’s single.
Okay. here’s the quandary. I think I know exactly the person he’s talking about. In fact, if this guy read any kind of local news source, the chances are decent that he’d be able to find her name and stuff, too–she’s well-known in our local arts community.
Here’s where I don’t know what to do. Craigslist being what it is, which is to say, a breeding ground for creepitude, coupled with the fact that I don’t actually know the subject of the post, but rather who that person is, tells me that I should do something. What that something is, however, I have no clue. At the same time, could this Craigslist post be well-intentioned and not at all driven by creepiness? To be sure, my primary interest is that the post concerns a place I go and people who I know of.
I do know this–I’m not linking to the post because I don’t want to call too much attention to it. The quote above might already be a bit much.
Maybe it’s nothing. What would you do? If you are well-connected in the arts community in Cincinnati and you think I should tell someone, get at me via email.
With round 2 over, we’re narrowing the field quite a bit, and it looks like there are some pretty tough customers left in the field now. Eight bars, head-to-head. Some of ‘em have help, and you know who you are. All the matches will be posted tomorrow for your enjoyment and/or poll rigging. To tide you over, here’s a look at what they’re going to be:
As of this writing, it is 8:20 a.m., Sunday morning. Somehow, I escaped Cincinnati Beerfest with not much more than a slight headache. Everything you’ve ever seen about drinking tells you not to mix beers, and everything about Cincinnati Beerfest throws that in the shitter.
The crowd was a healthy mix of beer aficionados and lovers of drinking. I went with Le Wif, and we met up with Wes and his lady and made a God-damned night of it.
As for the beers themselves and what I drank specifically, it’s probably not worth going into too many specifics. If I were going to hand out awards, though, it’d probably go something like this.
Best Non-Cincinnati Beer: Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Ale–This was at the same booth as New Holland Brewery, where I was looking for New Holland Dragon’s Milk. They didn’t have it, so I got a Bigfoot Ale instead. Very, very good beer.
Most Unforgettable: Ommegang Grand Cru Rouge–a Flemish Sour, which I’d never heard of before. Good, but strange. Sort of wine-esque with a very sour finish. You’ll see a photo of a fella in a Don Caballero t-shirt serving one up in the gallery after the jump.
So, TCM will be represented at the Cincy Beerfest tonight. I’ll be there drinking, snapping photos, and passing out biz cards. I’ll be the bearded jackoff in the nice fedora. Hope to see you there.
Also, don’t forget that Round 2 voting in the Best Bar in Cincinnati tournament ends tomorrow at noon. Get your votes in; results will be posted tomorrow night, and Round 3 starts on Monday.
Every Saturday, The Cincinnati Man brings you video footage of rock you ought to know. This week: The Thorns of Life. There are only two words that explain why you need to know this band: Blake Schwarzenbach.
They don’t even have a record out yet (I saw rumors that they’re recording with J Robbins), so instead I found video of a show they played at 924 Gilman in January (there’s A LOT more footage of them up at Youtube). By the way, the drummer is Aaron Cometbus and the bass player’s name is Daniela Sea. She’s apparently on The L Word, a show that I have never seen.
