Friday, March 28, 2014

Radio Aid

Sooooo... Do you want to be in Josh Flowers' radio play?

Image courtesy of the Old Time Radio Catalog

This could be you!

Okay, we're not making anyone wear costumes...

Image courtesy of the Digital Deli

This could be you!

I'm helping Josh Flowers with a retro-style radio program. I'm "producing," which, as far as I can tell, just means "doing whatever Josh Flowers doesn't want to do." Hm.

Anyway, we're hosting an open casting call for voice talent on April 12 at the Cincinnati Public Library downtown. We want folks for the following roles:
  • Narrator: male, traditional announcer with deep, manly voice
  • Hero: male, classic mid-century radio superhero, lunkhead
  • Android: male, self-aware robot servant that is more human than our hero
  • Robot 1 & Robot 2: gender-neutral, robots
There's a girl who gets to scream, too, but I have a feeling that part will go to someone very involved in the project... It's me! That's just a perk of "producing."

Want to be a part of the action? Learn more about the casting call here (PDF).

After we record the first episode, we will use it to gain support for a live show. Our ultimate goal is a live performance: voice actors and a foley artist on stage reading the script in front a audience while the show is broadcast live on the radio.

Pretty rad, no?

Josh Flowers and I are huge nerds who love classic radio programs and the way they usurp the imaginations of their listers. We're pretty excited to bring the format to new audiences.

Image courtesy of Memories of WCBS

Pretty exciting!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Recycling Reception Reflection

As an environmental evangelist from Boone County, Kentucky, I was pretty jazzed to attend the grand opening of the county's new recycling center.

Ribbon Cutting
Greg Middendorf, Melissa Gabriel Grandstaff, Kelly Chapman, Judge Gary Moore, Scott Pennington and Dennis Gosney cutting the ribbon

...And not just because I totally adore Kelly Chapman, the supervisor at Boone County Public Works Division of Solid Waste and lynchpin behind the expanded recycling services.

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Kelly Chapman in her new facility

...And also not just because I give hoots about conserving natural resources.

The most exciting part of the new recycling facility is that it expands services to residents while saving tons of money.

Tons of money, y'all.

While I realize an outline of county recycling procedures might lie a little outside the confines of this blog's intended topics, I have to share the stellar program with you. It's amazing.

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Dennis Gosney, recycling center operator and total Vanna White

When I worked for Boone County years ago, we contracted recycling services with private businesses. They charged the county to provide drop-box bins and then haul away the bins once they were full of recyclables. Then, the company would sell the recycled material they collected from us for more money. That business plan, while surely lucrative for the private company, didn't make much sense to Kelly, especially when the county was paying more than $50,000 a year for the privilege of having our material hauled away.

So, through state grants from the Kentucky Division of Waste Management, Kelly created a county-run recycling drop-box program. Instead of paying someone else to collect recyclables, the county did it in-house, and then sold the sorted recyclables to third parties. This not only saved taxpayer dollars, but made money for the county.

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Dennis and Kelly in the new facility

Because of the savings, they were able to expand the program. When the county-run program began 2.5 years ago, there were six drop-box bins where residents could toss their recyclables. Now, there are more than 20 bins and around 32 tons of recyclables are collected every month.

For the record: That's 32 tons of discarded items that don't go into a landfill. Every month.

The growing program highlights the savings that the Boone County has enjoyed. In 2013, the county processed 781 binfulls of recyclables. If a private company were still running the program, they would have charged an estimated $148,390, plus rental fees for the drop-box bins. Instead, the recycling program made more than $66,000.

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They also have a cat on staff that earns its keep by eating vermin, or "disease vectors" as we call them in the biz

With the expanded program, the county was also able to offer recycling to all Boone County schools, something that was just too expensive to do before. Each school is outfitted with recycling containers and supplied with an individualized recycling program. Kids learn how to recycle in the classroom, and hopefully, they learn a little about natural resources and economics, too.

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The sorting line, where recyclables are sorted and tossed down chutes to bins to be baled

And now we get to the new recycling facility. For the last couple of years, the county had to separate the recyclables by hand, meaning that they would dump the binfull of recyclables out and inmates in the county's work-release program would pick through for plastics, aluminum, steel cans and paper, then bag each material.

The new facility will allow the county to process a load of recyclables in a quarter of the time, and to triple the amount of recyclables they can collect. That means that they can take in more material faster, selling the sorted recyclables and bringing in even more revenue.

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Baled cans, ready to be sold for cash

If it sounds like I'm giving you the hard sell on this program, it's because I am. I am totally awed by this because while, yes, I am in love with the idea of everyone recycling all the time, it has to make fiscal sense. And Kelly has worked hard to get grants, balance the books and ensure that Boone Countians are getting the best deal possible. They are saving money while saving the Earth.

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Kelly Chapman and Judge Gary Moore

Of course, Kelly couldn't have made the program happen all by herself. Judge Gary Moore offered thoughtful support and guidance for the Solid Waste Division, while ensuring that the taxpayers' concerns were addressed first. Scott Pennington, while only serving as the County Engineer and Director of Boone County's Public Works department for a short time, has been instrumental in the program's development. Kelly's trusty team of Melissa Gabriel Grandstaff, Dennis Gosney and Greg Middendorf have done tons of work to make the recycling center what it is. And, naturally, without the grant and know-how provided by the Kentucky Division of Waste Management, none of this would have been possible.

Kelly and Melissa Gabriel Grandstaff

I asked Kelly how she saw the recycling program developing in the future. "This is a hard question," she said. "I hope we continue to grow and expand. I hope we offer more recycling to Kenton and Campbell counties. It would be amazing if we could get every school in Northern KY to recycle."

I totally agree.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Dayton Advice

Saturday, my buddy Josh Flowers and I went to Dayton, Ohio!

The DATV station was filled with fabulous fine art.

Josh was interviewed for a DATV show called "Film Speak." I'm not sure when it will air, but you should totally try to catch it, if you're into hearing funny people talk about Robert Redford movies.

I am very into hearing funny people talk about Robert Redford movies. Or maybe I'm just very into Robert Redford. Whatever.

After he was done being famous, Josh Flowers and I hit the Woodland Cemetery to visit the graves of Orville and Wilbur Wright.

Wright of passage

Yes, we go to cemeteries for fun.

leave Wright now


I don't even know what I was doing in the picture above. I blame Josh Flowers.


The Woodland Cemetery is vast and well-kept and if you're very strange, it's a great place to spend an afternoon. Erma Bombeck is also buried there but word to the wise: Her grave marker is a rock. Just a rock. You've been warned.

As if visiting the eternal resting place of historic figures wasn't enough fun, Josh Flowers and I decided to dine on some ice cream at Young's Jersey Dairy.

crazyface and ice-cream-face are very similar

If you've never been, Young's is an ice cream shop that has run amok. A petting zoo, batting cages, miniature golf, a diner... I go for the hot fudge sundaes and the baby animals.

You can't go wrong with confections and calves.


Agh. Adorbs.


Thanks to Josh Flowers for driving everywhere.

Hope your weekend was as wondrous!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Frump Favorites: Snow Peach

I am a total makeup fuck-up.

But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good makeup pick-me-up.

This is me, in said lipstick. I didn't really mean to be artsy, it just ended up that way.

A few days ago, I blundered into a Northern Kentucky Walgreens in search of something to stop the cramps that had plagued me while I tried to dine on a tuna sammie next door. In addition to Advil, I found a display of Revlon's Limited Edition Vintage Super Lustrous Lipsticks. Heck yes.

While ibuprofen will dull lady pains, only a brand-new tube of lipstick can make you excited to face the world despite said lady pains.

I picked Snow Peach. Because, come on, it's called Snow Peach.

This is what it looks like inside, when I'm waiting for Quincy to put his boots on before we go out.

While it doesn't have the thick, bright coverage of the old matte Revlon lipsticks (le sigh), I love the strangely cool coral color and subtle sheen. It works with my ghostly coloring well, despite the fact that it doesn't totally love my red hair.

lipstick and eye shadow

Expect a Snow Peach spring because I'm going to wear this baby for the foreseeable future. The retro hue seems perfect for this time of year and just strange enough to be fun. I recommend it even if you're not in need of a superficial distraction from menstrual maladies.

Disclaimer: No one gave me any money for this. I just really like this silly lipstick. But you do want to give me money and/or makeup, sing out!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Jerry Schlagheck and Kim Kalo: Awesome Photogs

A while back (a haircut and dye job ago, if you'll notice), I hung out with some exceptionally talented photographers.

Photo by Jerry Schlagheck of Vault 51 Productions

Jerry Schlagheck, the brilliant fellow behind my be-sequined icon photo, welcomed me into his totally decked-out home studio for an afternoon of photo fun.

Photo by Jerry Schlagheck of Vault 51 Productions

And, even though I'm a total photo noob, Jerry patiently coached me through the process of having serious headshots taken.

I mean, as serious as possible, when I'm the subject...

Photo by Jerry Schlagheck of Vault 51 Productions

Jerry's lovely friend Kim Kalo played with us that day, too, and she got some awesome shots.

I mean, as awesome as possible when I'm the... alright, I'll shut up.

Portrait by Kim Kalo
Photo by Kim Kalo

Portrait by Kim Kalo
Photo by Kim Kalo

A million zillion thanks to Jerry and Kim! I highly recommend you scope out their other work!

Jerry Schlagheck on Facebook
Kim Kalo on Facebook

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Crash Plaid

Look! I wore some clothes the other day!

get plaid

crop top of the world

purple-tual motion

crop shoot

purple plaid crop top - vintage via Street Scene
black and purple halter maxi dress - Altar'd State
black cowboy boots - secondhand via Pop's Resale
cream and teal scarf tied around boot - vintage, thrift

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Ginger Snap Judgment

As I previously described, I dyed my hair red last summer.

I just dyed in your arms tonight

As I’d never dyed my dome before, I wanted to give it a shot while on the precipice of my thirtieth birthday. It was definitely a mid-midlife crisis, without the crisis and with the self-reflective self-indulgence.

Anyway, I picked red because it seemed like it would look the least stupid on me and require the least upkeep, and because my maternal grandmother was a ginger and I thought of it as a secret homage to her. Mamaw was badass, my friends.

But, just like most aspects of our personal appearance, flaming locks are not just a Leo’s way to garner more glances, but a cultural signifier that that I found somewhat startling.

At a friend’s birthday party, a gaggle of ladies grabbed me and gasped, “Oh my gosh, you’re a ginger, too!” It took me a moment to remember that, oh, yeah, I guess I am. I looked around and, weirdly, realized I was surrounded by a handful of gals with dyed-red ‘dos.

I didn't know these people and I was only halfway through my snobby Belgian malted beverage, so I kind of slunk away. They were sweet peeps, I’m sure, but I just wasn't prepared to be a hair color club. What would they talk about? The historical impact of Margaret Sanger? Actually, come to think of it, that would be awesome.

My phony red chapeau made waves at a comic con in Covington, inviting unappealing dudes to sidle up and mumble about how much they like it. At a hipster hobnob in Over-the-Rhine, folks spoke of my fringe with fascination. I just got my ‘do did and, as I was leaving the salon, a gentleman yelled out his car window, “What’s up, redhead?” as he sped along.

Got a "Hey #redhead" holler leaving the salon so... Success?
Dye, dye, my darling

I hope this doesn’t sound like complaining, because as a certified attention-hog, I love the looks my locks lure in (with the noted exception of Comic Con Creep, of course). If I had known it was this easy to illicit praise from strangers, I would’ve dyed my mop years ago.

And I totally understand that, for some ladies, being a redhead is their “thing.” It is their claim to fame, their calling card and their most distinctive trait. Hat’s off, hotties. Hoot and/or holler.

But that is not how I define myself, and this unsolicited introduction into the Red Army has pushed me to reevaluate the ways in which we all see ourselves. Well played, mid-midlife crisis.

For me, a maroon mane means nothing. If I were describing myself in five adjectives, “redheaded” would not appear (though “mop-headed” could possibly make the list). My russet shag does not make me exotic or sassy or special. It just makes my eye color more noticeable than does my muddy natural hair color.

Because if I’m going to be defined by anything, it’s my blue eyes, dangit.

So, I’m going to continue with the crimson color because I definitely enjoy the way it suits my complexion and sates my attention-lust. But I will probably still wrestle with the whole idea of being a “redhead.”

Is that weird? Let’s discuss.