This journey will be a fairly regular feature, but not the sole purpose of this little distraction.
It starts today with my moving all my large pieces of furniture to my new place. Which you would think would be the end of it, short story:
Guy moves out of Cincinnati. The rest is just him ranting about what is wrong with Cincinnati.
But. That ranting is only a slight distraction.
And. I'm not moving out of Cincinnati yet.
The plot thickens.
We are moving out, but tethered to this city by DAAP. The college of Design Architecture Art and Planning at the University of Cincinnati. It has our number, our money, and our begrudging love. Until we are done here, we will never have truly left Cincinnati, and even then the coney's will be with us.
John and I are escaping the clutches this summer and next winter. And we will be showing you what we are interested in obsessed with and possibly disgusted with. For much of this time we will be on opposite sides of the Atlantische as the Dutch call it.
There will be blurbs rants about burbs and giant killer robots, so beware.
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