I have not been blogging for a long time. I started this “happyincle” thing two years ago as a testament of my love for the city of CLE and all the wonderful people, places and things that surround me on a daily basis. But as of late, I have become distracted, unamused and uninterested. I do not write blog posts as much as I used too, which may have to do with the fact that Cleveland-centric posts and articles are simply everywhere. Depending on who you are following on Twitter or Instagram, who your friends are on Facebook or what topics you are reading on local blogs, it has become a repetitive series of events, places and news.
While all this cheerleading is a positive thing, I personally find it difficult to come up with interesting topics of discussion. You can only read so many blog posts, tweets and status updates discussing the same exact content. Everyone who knows me has a clear understanding that I love this city. Just look at my Foursquare check-ins and Twitter feed — I support this city by frequenting local restaurants and shops, volunteering on non-profit organizations and owning a home in the city. I think I have made it clear that I am happy in CLE.
So on this two-year mark, I think I am going to switch gears a bit and do a little remodeling. I will still support this city and all its riches, but instead of being tied down to one category, I would prefer to discuss other topics that may bring upon happiness, sadness, intrigue, beauty, laughter, disgust and wonder (whoa…that just got deep).
Now my next question becomes…what will my new blog name/web address be???
I love Cleveland. I really do. But lately I have really been wondering what my life would have been like if I would have moved to New York City straight out of college.
I have no doubt that our city is on an upward cycle, as evident in the recent Yahoo article: The Return of the Comeback City. However, we have a LONG way to go. Our city is not as progressive as most, we are surrounded by people (young and old, suburban and urban) who are disgustingly closed-minded and our greatest natural resource has still yet to be developed upon. Our city cannot even keep our only major lakefront park clean, updated and aesthetically beautiful as it should be.
Sometimes I wish I would wake up tomorrow, in a small loft apartment in Manhattan that has just enough space for my personal belongings and CB2 essentials. I would then prepare myself for the day, shut the door, put my shades on and walk to my place of business, which would most likely consist of some small boutique shop or large powerhouse advertising agency. After a long day of work, the night would begin with dinner and shenanigans at any one of 4,200 restaurants in the city, followed by additional stops and more shenanigans. Weekends would be spent enjoying shows, museums, world-class shopping, gallery openings, concerts and off-beat parties.
Now, I am extremely grateful for everything that I have in my current phase of life, but my mind has been on this “what if” state and it won’t go away. This may be just a part of getting older, as you sit back and dissect every aspect of your life and wonder why you didn’t do this or why you haven’t done that.
I think it is time for a long weekend trip to NYC. Maybe I just need a little time there to realize how good life is here in CLE. Or, maybe I will realize how much better life is in NYC.
After watching the “Makin’ Changes” episode of Happy Endings for the second time, I realized I have an addiction. Much like Dave, I will typically pick a v-neck shirt over anything else in my closet. I am not exactly sure how many v-neck shirts I own, but I do have many varieties in numerous colors. Why do I like to v so much?
I guess it started a few years back when I realized that v-neck shirts can really accentuate your overall look. As a shorter guy, I think they create some sort of optical illusion, making one appear just a tad taller. Personally, I think they just look better on me than a crew neck shirt.
Some people, both male and female, consider v-necks obnoxious and often assume that men who wear them are either gay or over-macho tools. I think that these people are being misled. Many guys who wear v-neck shirts just like the way they look. Sure, you will have those that take the v to a whole other level and may choose to rock the deep v, which for many is incredibly unflattering. Some people should simply be outlawed for wearing these low cut threads.
I may need an intervention, but it won’t help. I need my v. Sometimes I like to double-v. And I have triple v-ed before, which is is just plain silly. I will stop that immediately.
It’s happening. Youth as I know it, will soon be a past memory in approximately 5 hours, 35 minutes and 42 seconds. I am now experiencing the final hours of my 20′s.
I don’t feel 30. I don’t think I look 30. But the world we live in is very appearance-driven and youth indulgent. We strive to be people we aren’t, with significant focus on physical appearance. It’s not good.
But you can’t change time. The Earth continues to spin on its axis and we can’t stop it. So I guess I will take this whole birthday thing with a grain of salt and just continue living the same exact way I do now.
I will always be a kid at heart. I will always laugh. I will always dance. I will always love. I will always be me.
And in the celebration of my birth (and recently posted by many on Facebook), I provide you with the hit song on January 12, 1982. Now let’s get physical.
December has been an insane month. It always seems to go that way. Work never seems to slow down in the office. The shopping and endless preparations for your holiday of choice is in full swing. You often find yourself barely treading above water.
I couldn’t possibly imagine having children during this time. I would surely have a nervous breakdown. Props to all you parents out there for raising kids, working, cleaning, teaching and providing plentiful holidays for your kin. You all need a day, week or month of relaxation.
Make sure to treat yo self in January. Better yet, take one day a month this year to pamper yourself with life’s indulgences.
When the month of December arrives, we all know that winter has begun. Thus far, the CLE area has had a very mild late fall and by now we should have already seen some sort of snow accumulation. But in the days of December, personally I would rather take just that. Instead of dreary, cold and wet, give this guy some of that white stuff! I mean, it’s freaking Christmas time and I want some holiday cheer. Let it snow!
Today was one of those miserable, grey days that makes one want to fly away to the tropics where palm trees and sandy beaches blanket aqua coastlines. It makes me want to go back to Mexico, for just a week, to get a little taste of cielo. Maybe a nice trip to Barbados?
And while on the topic of Barbados, I must express my enjoyment of the new Rihanna album. Her people really produced a fantastic pop paradise for the masses and I have found it very difficult to not car dance to “We Found Love” whenever I hear it. But her new single, “You Da One” really gets me too, which exudes a more Caribbean feel. If you close your eyes while listening, you can almost feel the sea breeze and taste the pina coladas.
Driving into work this morning felt similar to a music video. The grey clouds broke way to let the blue sky and sun shine through on the skyline. At the same exact time, “This City” by Patrick Stump started to play on the radio (KISSFM).
I immediately thought about the great weekend I had just had, seeing friends and family, eating a “Sexy Burger” from Reddstone, chomping on frites from Lava Lounge, having good conversation with the bartender at Stone Mad Pub and having Sunday brunch at Deagan’s Kitchen & Bar.
My thoughts got a little deeper as I pondered about my life and all the good things that surround me. I won’t get into details, but in a nutshell, life is pretty good. And CLE is part of that reason. Though we have numerous issues, the heart of our city and its people (not talking about the naysayers, here) are strong. We have people who care and who are willing to put every ounce of energy into making our city a better place to live, work and play.
And like Patrick says, “I was born and raised here. I got it made here. And if I have my way, I’m gonna stay here.”
Can I just get a few more weeks of summer? I mean, the current weather conditions are beyond glorious, but I need to get in a couple more trips to the marina and/or beach. And after a fantastic little vacation during the holiday weekend, it’s hard to say goodbye to the sweet, sweet summa.
During my ventures to Roaming Shores and Milwaukee, I experienced some interesting firsts. All of which I will recap in a later post, but in the meantime I would like to share my current obsession with Foster the People. I know I posted the video for ‘Pumped Up Kicks’ this past spring, but I am not sure all of you have listened to the entire album. Well, it’s awesome with a capital A.
For the past couple weeks, I have had this little jam on repeat. It’s one of those songs that make you go “oo laa laa.”
After a fantastic weekend filled with perfect weather and loved ones, I realize I have much to be thankful for. I am in love with just about everything around me and things are looking smashing. Except for the fact that my birthday is just over four months away (and it’s a milestone bday).
I will once again be MIA for the next few days. Tomorrow is my very last day of work as I start a new chapter of my career. But before I get into the new work groove, I will be spending a little time at a lake house and taking a road trip to Milwaukee for my cousin Jenny’s wedding. Labor Day weekend is looking G-double-O-D-good.
Change is good. Life is good. It’s all good.
P.S. If you frequent Little Italy and have not yet taken a trip to Michaelangelo’s, you are missing out. I can safely say that I consumed the best pasta I have ever had in my life. Try the black truffle stuffed Sacchetti with black truffle cream sauce. You will not be disappointed.