If you care at all about Ohio's economy, the quality of education in Ohio, and the quality of life in Ohio, please contact the Joint Conference Committee immediately and let them know that slashing Ohio's library funding in half would be devastating to the state. Library usage has risen significantly during this recession. People need libraries now more than ever. Libraries offer more services now than at any time in their history. Ohio's library budgets are already stretched tight due to a twenty percent decrease in state funding. An additional thirty percent cut would force many to cut services, make layoffs, and even close. Ohio can ill afford to further cripple the job market, not only by putting so many library employees out of a job, but by taking away resources that so many people use to develop new job skills, create resumes, look for jobs and fill out online applications. Those are just a fraction of the services that libraries provide freely to people of all ages and backgrounds.
Contact info for the Joint Conference Comittee:
House Conferees:
Name Phone Number Email
Vernon Sykes 614-466-3100 district44@ohr.state.oh.us
Jay Goyal 614-466-5802 district73@ohr.state.oh.us
Ron Amstutz 614-466-1474 district03@ohr.state.oh.us
Senate Conferees:
Name Phone Number Email
John Carey 614-466-8156 sd17@senate.state.oh.us
Mark Wagoner 614-466-8060 SD02@senate.state.oh.us
Dale Miller 614-466-5123 sd23@maild.sen.state.oh.us
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Case of Spring Fever, a review
The following film is a harrowing tale of radical indoctrination, monopolization and technological dependence. The film starts with the protagonist fixing the springs on a broken sofa. In a moment of frustration, he carelessly remarks that he never wants to see another spring as long as he lives. He is overheard by a spring imp named Coily, who has the terrifying power to instantly remove all springs from everything everywhere! He does this, and our hero is soon faced with a grim dystopia in which nothing functions; not his sofa, not his watch, not his front door, not even his car. The wretched imp has revealed to him the awful truth of our world: that we are all slaves to the spring, unable to perform even basic functions without its ubiquitous presence.
Our hero soon finds himself in the grips of a powerful dilemma, torn between living in a world without springs, scraping out a meager existence as our springless caveman ancestors did, or giving in to the spring cartel and not only aiding in the proliferation of their monopoly but committing his life to the promotion of their coiled dogma. In a moment of weakness that nobody could slight him for, he chooses the latter.
Coily instantly returns the man to a seemingly joyful world that is simply loaded with springs, but our fallen hero is a changed man. We see him on a golf course with his friends. Instead of enjoying the peaceful simplicity of the game in the idyllic setting, he spends every moment of the outing logorrheically spouting the doctrine of the coil. His friends are at first simply bored by him and annoyed, but it is implied that they will ultimately abandon him, leaving him to a life of alienation and servitude. Now he belongs to the spring.
Our hero soon finds himself in the grips of a powerful dilemma, torn between living in a world without springs, scraping out a meager existence as our springless caveman ancestors did, or giving in to the spring cartel and not only aiding in the proliferation of their monopoly but committing his life to the promotion of their coiled dogma. In a moment of weakness that nobody could slight him for, he chooses the latter.
Coily instantly returns the man to a seemingly joyful world that is simply loaded with springs, but our fallen hero is a changed man. We see him on a golf course with his friends. Instead of enjoying the peaceful simplicity of the game in the idyllic setting, he spends every moment of the outing logorrheically spouting the doctrine of the coil. His friends are at first simply bored by him and annoyed, but it is implied that they will ultimately abandon him, leaving him to a life of alienation and servitude. Now he belongs to the spring.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Great Lakes Blackout Stout
It is immediately apparent that this is no ordinary stout. Pouring out of the bottle not like a beer but like a thin, pure syrup, it forms little head, but what foam does gather on the top is a deep caramel brown. The aroma is intense, and all at once suggests dark black coffee, rich molasses, and the mineral tang that is not as much metallic as it is reminiscent of fertile earth. On the palette it quickly grabs you and asserts itself quite fully. This is a stout for stout drinkers. Those aromas present in the bouquet have their counterparts in the flavor, certainly, but there are many layers within a sip of Blackout Stout. There are bold tones of toasted grain, evoking visions of fields of barley. Coffee and dark chocolate cross the tongue and remain until the finish. The finish itself and the aftertaste are pleasantly bitter. There is always a hint of sweetness dancing around the flavors, or they dancing around it, but one would not call this a sweet beer. The balance is pulled off so well that the bitterness is nearly always present, but not overpowering for those who have a taste for it. At nine percent alcohol by volume, this is a powerful brew. It is not like a snack, something that you knock back a few of in the afternoon. It is a meal, or a dessert, to be savored on occasion, perhaps with a bit of dark chocolate or a cigar. Available seasonally, apparently only in February and March, pick some up if you can find it.
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