This Aiken grad’s work on Fox’s So You Think You Can Dance landed him a gig choreographing the revival of Dreamgirls. We got him talking about his moves, his $3,000 tuxedo, and his technique for teaching a white girl how to dance.
Cincinnati has one of the world’s grandest concert venues. But do we have the will—and the money—to re-make it for the 21st century?
In 1994, Chip Chinery headed to Hollywood. With credits in more than 100 television shows, movies, and commercials, you’ve almost certainly seen his face.
Thousands of children have come to be, in part, thanks to the efforts of fertility specialists Sherif Awadalla and Michael Scheiber at the Institute for Reproductive Health.
David Bracken never knows what he’ll face on his shift in the St. Elizabeth Medical Center ER.
Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center surgeon Jesse Taylor headed a research team that developed a way to use stem cells, cadaver bone, and growth protein to rebuild 14-year-old Brad Guilkey’s face.
OHHH! My head. Damn. What the…? This must be how Detroit feels the morning after winning a sports championship: battered, bedraggled, and behurting. And why can’t I feel my infrastructure? I’m numb from street level down. No. No, hold on. There. I can feel my sewers. Churning. Backing…up. Erp! Oh God. If New York is […]
Fear not the Devil’s Backbone! A guide to the land beyond I-74.
In the final days of World War II, a small Ohio town made peace with the enemy.
It seemed like we’d never make it through the first decade of this century, didn’t it? Two stock market crashes, two recessions, two wars, Y2K, 9/11, countless scandals and effronteries to what’s left of our sense of taste—it was enough to make any sane American want to move to Canada.
Peasant food is back. Again. We’re canning, preserving, baking from scratch, and braising like crazy. Urbanites are filling their freezers with deer and game birds that they’ve hunted and field-dressed themselves.
Confidence and character can go a long way in some places. In sales, for example, or private contracting in Iraq, or waiting tables at a gay-friendly bar and restaurant. But in any of those fields, you’ve got to have the chops to back up the bravado.
I’ll bet it’s happened to you: you find a new local Mexican place that you like. Decent food, a festive atmosphere, and a name like Rio Ranchito or Casa Amigos or Grande Cinco Ocho. You come back a few weeks later and the name’s already changed.