Crisis communication comedy

I joined a class this morning on crisis communication for non-profits. There were some good tidbits from the lecture. I was able to get glean some useful information from the talk, and even got the slides from the presentation afterward.

Here it is:

I mostly like what was said, aside from the “never talk off the record” part and no mention of “never lying” to a reporter, which is something I think people fall into a lot.

At the end of the class we were asked to role play a crisis situation discussion with a member of the media. The person I’m working with runs a small private school and the scenario we came up with a child was picked up by an authorized person, namely a parent who did not have custody, and was now missing. I played the reporter. We decided to keep it light (after hearing a class full of people take it seriously).

Sorry I Missed Your Party: Chocolate Pudding Wrestling Aftermath

For the first time in a long time (well, at least since I moved back to Cincinnati in 2003), I didn’t have my annual holiday party. I moved to Mount Washington in September and generally have been not exactly loving living so far away from downtown. To boot, my apartment has walls and smaller rooms – both a new adjust – which didn’t feel very party-friendly.

My friend Maggie tipped me off to a blog I have been enjoying lately called “Sorry I Missed Your Party,” which takes the best of new media sharing through Flickr and puts a very funny spin on this new found need to share our lives with strangers. I imagine they use the “party” tag to get their content…with hilarious results, like this one that still makes me chuckle a few days after I first saw it.

Chocolate Pudding Wrestling Aftermath

After

If you’ve ever thought to yourself, “hey, wouldn’t it be awesome to set up a chocolate pudding wrestling tub for hot babes in my basement?”, please consider that you will have to eventually clean up something that looks like a scene from Saw 7: The Rise of Taj.

via Sorry I Missed Your Party: Chocolate Pudding Wrestling Aftermath.

Dammit, coach! Kickball is fun!

The big ball, as its called, means double runs for the offense in the third inning.

The "big ball," as it's called, means double runs for the offense in the third inning. For us, it's meant double trouble.

God, we’re bad. Last night we lost 17 to zero, marking our fifth straight kickball game without a win.
Our team – Kara Thrace & Her Special Destiny, named by Team Captain James Czar – has lost other games by as many as 30 runs, though we came close once and only lost by one. That means our record is 0 – 5 with three more weeks to go.
Despite our haplessness, it is still a ton of fun. So far, I think our team’s average age would be much higher than the all the other teams we have played. In fact, someone quipped that the only way we may win is if a mysterious disease begins to spread throughout Cincinnati – and it only effects people under 30 years old.
We will play again next week at Lunken Playfields (map) in the Columbia-Tusculum area (attached to Lunken Airport). Check out the league schedule and come out and watch us lose. It’ll be a hoot!

Heres our hapless crew, some of the members of KARA THRACE & HER SPECIAL DESTINY

Here's our hapless crew, some of the members of KARA THRACE & HER SPECIAL DESTINY

Ripley river town

Bringing the boat back to dock in Ripley, Ohio

Sunday evening, Melissa, Kaille and I took an impromptu trip to Ripley, Ohio – about an hour’s drive east of Cincinnati. The sun was setting, the air still somewhat heavy and warm and we were a little hungry. So, we stopped into Cohearts Riverhouse for dinner. I had not been there in several years, so it was nice to be back. I have some fond memories of that town and I was glad to feel some of those same feelings there again. It was also neat to see the improvements made to the riverfront area – including a beautiful new river walk area.

Diners inside Cohearts Riverhouse

Jerry Springer’s song about saving Union Terminal

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Late last month a story I wrote ran in The Post that outlines serious plans – presented through the publication of a report that cost more than $800,000 to produce – to spend several million dollars both rehabilitating and preserving Cincinnati’s most recognizable landmark, Union Terminal.Jerry Springer head cut out

On top of the important preservation work, part of the visioning and overall plan for the Union Terminal would be creating a district that would completely transform the area around the building into a hustling, bustling neighborhood of offices, apartments, condominiums and retail shops. Plus the plan calls for building two new parking garages on either side of the main terminal building, while two giant asphalt parking lots in front of the building – along the circular drive – would be returned to green space for a park (the area that was once a popular Cincinnati gathering place, Lincoln Park).

Most notable was the building that Cincinnati City Council nearly voted to tear down in the early part of the 1970s is in pretty bad shape overall and needs about $111 million worth of critical architectural and historical preservation.

In the arMark Mallory cut outticle I retold a story that Cincinnati Mayor Mark Mallory shared during one of his weekly press briefings. In that meet-up Mallory mentioned he was about to sit down with Cincinnati Museum Center officials – the folks now operating Union Terminal under a lease from the city – about restoration and renovation issues. He also mentioned TV talk and reality show host, former Cincinnati Council Member and Mayor Jerry Springer, crediting him with saving Union Terminal, in part, through a song he had written, sung and recorded back when he was on Council.

Springer apparently called a press conference back then on a grassy knoll, dawned a dashiki, surrounded himself with young children, strummed a guitar and sang his song called “Save the Union Terminal.” Among those children sitting with Springer was a young Mark Mallory.

When I heard about the song I went on a mad hunt to see if I could actually get a copy of it. After several calls and conversations with some very helpful people, I tracked it down. Special thanks to Jay Gilbert at WEBN-FM for getting it to me.

The lyrics talk of the grand building losing out to the “Greyhound Bus, the airplane and the hungry automobile.” Springer encourages citizens to save the building from “the wrecking ball and chain” so children can not only ask their fathers about trains, they can actually be taken to see an old train station.

If you’re a Jerry Springer fan or not, it’s a hoot to listen to. If you remember that time in Cincinnati politics, I imagine it’s pretty special to hear it again. If you love Union Terminal and you are any age, the song is a must-hear.

Listen to the song here: Save Union Terminal

Audio courtesy of WEBN-FM.

As a side note, though the story was not followed by any other media outlets, it did become the highest vote-getter ever on Cinplify.com, which is very cool. Thanks again to everyone who voted for it.

Back from vacation

Mom

That’s my Mom (Judy) on a flotation device in the swimming pool adjacent to the beach house I just got done spending a solid week in just outside of Destin, Fla. Went there with the whole family – Mom, Dad and my sister’s family and some of her in-laws.
It was a good time. To see photos, click on Mom and be taken to the set on Flickr.