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just a short little post today to say that i won't be around for the next several days. we're headed out to cincinnati for the national youth workers convention. i get to hear don miller again, and david crowder is leading us in worship, so i am pretty excited about that. not only that, but i found a steelers bar in downtown cincinnati, so i can watch the game sunday against the browns. it should be a great weekend. we're dropping jack and max at the grandparents and staying at the hilton right next to the convention center. this is the closest thing we'll have to a vacation in a while, so we are going to enjoy it, and hopefully learn and find some inspiration as well. so anyway, i will talk to you when i get back.

things i like about cincinnati: kings island. over the rhine.

things i don't like about cincinnati: the bengals. the reds.



Crafty P said…
cool. cinci. want to go there on the third weekend of december. maybe this year we'll make it!

have a lovely weekend with your wondeful wife!
pete said…
Ah, one of my favorite cities in the world. You may not love the Reds, but the new stadium is suh-weet. And the coney dogs...ahhhhh, the coney sure you have some Goldstar Chili while you're there, and think of me in my Goldstar Chili-less world.
monica said…
over the rhine is a good enough reason to visit anywhere. you asked me how i got hooked on them, and i think it was through Joel, but i know i heard them before i met him. i swear that every album is their best album. i was born to love, was born to laugh. unfortunately i have only seen them twice in concert, though i try to whenever we are in the states. the last time was at a standing room only bar and i was like 8 mo pregnant, so i sweet talked the bartender into giving me a chair. but it was still worth it to hear karen sing that line about the $20 bill for topless dancer. awesome
greg. said…
pete -

i didn't have goldstar, but i did have skyline chili. it was really really good. it was weird being so close to wilmore, yet feeling like wilmore was a world i could barely imagine anymore.

greg. said…
monica -

over the rhine is incredible. that's all that needs to be said. i drove the neighborhood 'over the rhine' in cincinnati this weekend, and found that it is basically a ghetto.

i am going to go see otr in philadelphia in a couple of weeks. i love seeing them in concert. when i reflect on otr i can honestly say that they have, over the years, truly inspired me to live a more full life, a more passionate life, and a more honest life. that their art has been able to do that for me speaks volumes, i think...

pete said…
i think that Skyline is better, actually. i just couldn't think of it when i wrote the post. i spent a very pleasant evening at the cincinnati airport with a girl from asbury once, waiting for a mutual friend to arrive on a plane from san diego. we sat at the airport bar and ate skyline chili. it was divine. i wish i could have had a beer at the time, too.

as i understand it, over the rhine moved to over-the-rhine (as i believe they write it there in the 'nati) intentionally, to be a part of urban community. this is back when over the rhine (the band, not the community) used to be a little band called Servant. (or at least, several members of servant.)

I love cincinnati. i'd consider taking a parish there, easily. and even though it's 100 miles from Wilmore, it always felt like a completely different world to me.
greg. said…
yeah, tell me more about the servant thing. i knew that linford and ric (hordinski) used to be in a christian outfit named servant, but i wasn't sure if it was the same servant you and i used to listen to when we were lame 13-year olds. i have tried researching this but haven't been able to find much info. even the extensive (and well-written) encyclopedia of Christian music doesn't give much background.
linford and karin no longer live in the otr neighborhood, as they bought a farm (i think in ky). they call it the nowhere farm.

if i were n. dynamite, i would say, "they are pretty much the awesomest band ever. freakin' sweet."

pete said…
Yes, but if you were Napoleon Dynamite, you would believe that God lives on a planet named Kolob, that pluralistic marriages are only illegal in Utah because Brigham Young had a "word" regarding them (conveniently in time to join the Union) and that coffee, tea, and other caffeinated beverages are taboo because of Joseph Smith's "Word of Wisdom." So...things could be worse...

Yep, same Servant. Sandie and Owen Brock were two of the original founders of Servant, and I believe Owen is one of the original members of OTR. They are members of Vineyard Central, a network of house churches in Cincy that my friend Aaron Klinefelter is one of the pastors in.

That's friggin' sweet.

but you gotta admit, it's not nearly as cool as Farrell and Farrell. Okay, I can't help it...I'm about to fall out of my chair from amusement.

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