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Mondo Lucha, Milwaukee’s gift to those who want their minds blown. There are wrestlers. There are burlesque performers. There is rock and roll. And there is always an element of ridiculous anti-political correctness that always takes the show to a place that can be, frankly, uncomfortable.
Anne Reed doesn’t drink coffee. I find this out as she greets me at her front door and offers me tea with her apologies for not having the caffeinated elixir in the house. She invites me into her living room, on a rainy, cold June morning. I decline the tea and we take our places on two overstuffed chairs…
One of my favorite quotes is by artist and photographer Chuck Close, who famously said, “Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.”
It was far too late when I realized how silly I must have looked standing in my underwear in the parking lot of a skatepark. I had just come from an interview for an editing job and had decided to go skateboarding immediately after — a perfect storm of adolescence meeting adulthood.
August 6th was adult contemporary night here in Milwaukee as suburban couples and twenty somethings hopped in their SUVs to the Fiserv Forum to hear John Mayer. When I tell people I like John Mayer people are either surprised or shocked or just disgusted. It’s fine with me because I believe John Mayer is an extremely talented musician.
It was a Tuesday evening and I headed Northwest of the city over to Sherman Phoenix, a community space in the Sherman Park neighborhood that is dedicated to small businesses-of-color that offer diverse foods, wellness services and cultural activities…
My 19 year old son and I were walking out of the theater after Quentin Tarantino’s new film Once Upon A Time … In Hollywood and he was clearly dejected. “That was terrible,” he said to me, “I had no idea what was going on.”
If you’re not acquainted with forest bathing, allow me to enlighten you: forest bathing is a practice where you find your way to a natural area with trees and plants and perhaps some type of water and you mindfully exist in that space.
I pull into South Shore Park right around 10 AM on an extremely cold Sunday morning next to a relatively non-descript white van in a barren parking lot. Two squad cars behind me are part of the scant evidence of humanity in this below zero polar vortex laden landscape. A...
Summer 2018. The day was a grey heat. Air that hung to you. It was the first full day of World Cup matches, and Three Lions Pub was humming, expectant. Spain and Portugal weren’t facing off for another couple of hours.
On Mother’s Day, I decided to spend my time with a friend. My friend James is one of those people who always knows something exciting going on. He has an unmatched zest for life and when he proposed we go to the Milwaukee Museum Mile at noon that Sunday, I gladly said yes. He always has good intel on neat happenings in the city.
If you’ve attended an event hosted by Milwaukee Film, there’s close to a 100% chance you’ve run into or at least seen Kristopher Pollard. I have run into him on and off over the years, and have always meant to sit down and have a chat with the man who, as membership director, has grown the organization from the 400 or so members they had when he started to nearly 5,200.
The summer I returned to the Midwest, my parents took me with them to the sprawling garden center in the country by their home to pick out the flowers they felt were missing from their already ornate planting beds.
Every time I see a pregnant woman I think of it as a rare sign of optimism. Well, baseball season is starting so there’s that too. But to bring a human being into this world seemingly takes a lot of courage these days given the current political, environmental and social climate.
It’s time for my mea culpa, Vampire Weekend.
I have been gluten free, except for the breaded fry incident back in December, for about four months. Before you groan and stop reading because you don’t want to hear about somebody else’s diet for the millionth time, I want you to know I was you a few months ago.
Passed away. Passed on. Laid to rest. Crossed over. Bit the dust. Kicked the bucket. With Jesus in Heaven. On the other side. Sleeping with the fishes. These are some of the ways we refer to people who have gone to their eternal rest or, in other words, are dead.
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