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Friday
Oct042013

Rust Belt Chic: The Cincinnati Anthology

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Rust Belt Chic Press: The Cincinnati Anthology

Cincinnati: you know we have stories to tell. We have experiences the world only hears about when it's newsworthy, experiences that are powerful and important to us nonetheless. We know change. We have strong memories of the way things once were, and strong opinions about the way things are headed. We in Cincinnati are fiercely loyal to the things that make this city great, if at times resigned to some of the things that are broken about it, but we live here because there is something special about it that we can't live without. Because it is home and there is no other home like it. What some call tarnish, we call patina. Even those who have left Cincinnati still feel the pull towards it now and again in a flush of nostalgia, and all of us have stories about this city, from the present and from the past, stories of what makes it ours and what makes it home.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to bind together the stories of this city and launch them into the air for everyone to see, shining brighter than fireworks over the Ohio River? To remind ourselves what Cincinnati is about? To tell the world what Cincinnati is really about?

That's exactly what we're about to do.

You are invited to share your Cincinnati story by submitting it for a new book, The Cincinnati Anthology, to be published in 2014.

This collection is affiliated with Belt Magazine and Rust Belt Chic: The Cleveland Anthology, both featured in The New York Times, The Atlantic, and other media. Rust Belt Chic: The Detroit Anthology will also be published in 2014.

While we'll be receiving publishing support from our sisters and brothers up north at the Rust Belt Chic Press, the remainder of the book will be 100% Cincinnati produced.


Here’s what we’re looking for:

  • Nonfiction essays (both longform and brief)
  • Comics (must be in grayscale)
  • Photography (must be in grayscale)
  • Art (must be in grayscale)

In particular, we're looking for pieces on Cincinnati's growth and change, on journey and place, on nostalgia, on race and community, on music, food, art, and architecture. We'd love to hear your East Side tale and your West Side story, why those of you who no longer live here come back to Cincinnati and what it means to you when you do. We want everyday and extraordinary experiences. We'd love to hear from geologists, journalists, activists, blue collar workers, business owners, brewers, and musicians, both professional writers and the never-before-published. We want the good and the bad of the city, well-written and honest tales of the entire Cincinnati experience.

 

THE NITTY-GRITTY: Submissions must include the author or artist’s full contact information (name, email, phone, address, 3-4 sentence bio). You may submit multiple pieces. Previously published pieces are acceptable, but the author must include the original publication information with the submission, and have the rights to the piece. Accepted submissions will likely be edited in coordination with the author. About 20-30 submissions will be featured in the finished book.

TO SUBMIT: Email COMPLETE submission to rustbeltcincy@gmail.com  

DEADLINE: Friday, December 6, 2013

EDITORIAL CONTACT: Zan McQuade, Email: thatcupoftea@gmail.com (please do not send submissions to this address, but feel free to write with any and all questions about the project), Twitter: @acupoftea

 

Thursday
Sep262013

London/Paris Zen

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Wednesday
Sep112013

What I Didn't Say To Mat Latos

Last night I decided to treat myself to seats near the dugout at a Reds game. I'd sat close to the field once before, and was amazed at how being at eye-level with the baseball action changed your experience of the game. Watching the arc and delivery of the pitch, being able to see the mound actually rising up out of the ground, watching the players' expressions between pitches -- it all adds to the narrative I find so attractive in baseball. 

Just before the game started, I found my seat, and watched as kids and grownups lingered at the edge of the Reds dugout, where pitcher Mat Latos stood on a bench, a bag of pumpkin seeds in his mouth, signing balls and hats for the fans. I liked the experience of witnessing this moment, so close and personal. I started taking pictures with my film camera. He then walked over to the side where I was standing and began signing for the fans standing next to me. I snapped a few pictures with the Canon, then for safe measure, one or two with my cell phone.

Then Mat Latos pulled the bag of pumpkin seeds from his mouth and looked up at me.

"Hey. Can I ask you a question?"

I was stunned into momentarily silence. A beat. Then: "Uh, sure?"

"Why would you want a picture of me in your cell phone?"

Thinking he might be emphasizing the difference between my cell phone and the Canon, I nodded towards it, saying, "well, really it's just a backup in case this one doesn't turn out."

"No, I've just always wondered. Like, see all these people here -- her..." he points to a girl with a pink iPhone case, who giggles at the recognition then snaps his picture, "they're all taking my picture. I've never liked having my picture taken. Y'all have more pictures of me than my mom. I even bought her a camera."

"I guess we all just want to be able to show a picture to our kids 50 years from now to say we had this interaction with the great Reds pitcher, Mat Latos." That's what I said. Because I didn't have a better answer on the tip of my tongue at the time.

What I didn't say to Mat Latos: You're a celebrity pitcher for a major league baseball team, you're on baseball cards, you're up on our television screens. Kids have your stats memorized and girls coo over your tattoos to their beleagured boyfriends. How can you wonder why anyone would want a picture of you in their cell phone?

What I didn't say to Mat Latos: How is a photograph any different than the autographs you're signing now? It's all proof of an encounter, proof of existence: see, I really DID meet Mat Latos. The suffix -graph, from the Ancient Greek γράφω, means "to scratch, to scrape, to graze." A moment scratched into memory through the recording of it. Picture or it didn't happen. Autograph or you weren't really there.

What I didn't say to Mat Latos: I'm a documentarian. I collect moments in life in photograph form so that I don't lose them. This is not just a picture of Mat Latos, but of that day in my life, a hot day in early September, when the cornstalks had begun to go brown and the cicadas had started to die, when I drove myself down to the ballpark singing along to Whitney Houston and sat near the dugout and watched Mat Latos sign hats and balls for his fans before a game. I might not even remember the game (I hope I don't: a terrible 9-1 loss to the Cubs, of all teams), but I'll have a record of that moment. That day in my life. My little form of immortality; the only way I can feel life's permanence. The only way any of us can feel like we'll live forever.

He stopped signing for a moment, pen in hand, and gestured back and forth between himself and the crowd. "How is a picture any better than this moment we're having here?"

I don't know why he was asking me these questions. It honestly sounded like he'd never asked anyone before. Perhaps because I was a woman, older than the young girls waiting to have things signed, but not too old to be direct to without sounding impolite. Perhaps because I was dressed totally ridiculously that night, a bizarre approximation of a character out of A League of Their Own in a denim romper, vintage cap, and a red and white polka dot scarf wrapped around my waist, and he saw this ridiculousness and it broke the wall. Perhaps just because my cell phone camera was the only one that was making any noise. 

But the fact that this question came to me, and I was reminded of The Moment (something I've written about here) and how we now experience things only through documentation (something I've written about here), the fact that I was part of such a profoundly philosophical exchange with a baseball player -- what I didn't say to Mat Latos: you couldn't have asked a bigger or more important question to me than the one you asked just now. 

"Anyway, I've always wondered that."

He smiled and continued his rounds, chewing pumpkin seeds and signing hats and balls for fans in the hot Ohio night. 

© Zan McQuade. All rights reserved.

Monday
Sep092013

Virtual Reality

Another column up at The Daily Dot, this one on our disappearing reality: 

The healthiest users of the Internet I know are those who spend quality time with life outside the screen. The ones who realize they can have a moment that doesn’t need to be tweeted. The ones who realize that you know you’re having a good time when you don’t once reach for your phone. The ones who will go days without checking Facebook, and when they come back there they have such magical stories to share: This is what I saw, this is what I smelled, this is what I tasted while I was away living my life. My real life. We forget that our lives are lived most interestingly on the outside of this little glowing box, and that when we live full offline lives, we have more to contribute online. Virtual reality used to be the most fascinating thing in the world; now virtual reality is only interesting if our real reality is what comes first. 

Read more.

Monday
Aug122013

Demolition Zen

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