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Written by Brian Patrick Thornton
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Wednesday, 17 August 2011 00:56 |
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A good journalist never buries the lede: Spangle is coming to an end.
For three years, we’ve tried to bring you a fun and fresh mix of the best arts and culture Northeast Ohio has to offer, all told with a queer bent. And now, for a variety of reasons, I’ve decided to bring it to a close.
I asked our longtime Spanglers if they’d like to say farewell, as I’m about to do. The fabulous Tim Marshall and Maria Miranda took me up on the offer; you can find their last Spangle messages by following the links on their names.
As for me, please let me take a moment to thank some very important people and organizations, without whom Spangle wouldn’t have gotten past the first few months. My parents, first and foremost, who were supportive when it seemed like the barriers were impossible to overcome. My boyfriend, who had to interrupt multiple vacations while I posted stories. And the rainmaking Civic Innovation Lab, which gave a significant grant that really helped us move into high gear after the first year.
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Written by Tim Marshall
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Wednesday, 17 August 2011 00:47 |
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 Over the past couple of years I’ve had two main beats for Spangle: the arts and bars. Stick to what you know best, I suppose. And while I’ve enjoyed combining the two and providing you, dear readers, with boozy coverage of events such as Cleveland Public Theatre’s Pandemonium and frequent openings at the late Asterisk Gallery, I didn’t begin my Spangle career as an event scribe.
Rather, I wrote a handy, homotastic how-to series branded The Marshall Plan by our clever editor in chief.
With Spangle going dark, I thought it best to go out the way I stepped in. Here are some “plans” that give an inside look at what Spangle has come to mean to this boozy, artsy, attention-loving writer — as well as some behind-the-scenes dish on this digital publication.
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Written by Maria Miranda
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Wednesday, 17 August 2011 00:37 |
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 Apparently it’s super cool to like your city these days. Especially if you’re white, educated and live in a city whose economy was once rooted in steel, automobiles or manufacturing.
It’s even cooler when you’re not actually from the city, but get a tattoo of said city somewhere on your body. Call it gentrification, call it urban renaissance, or call it a hipster circle jerk. Whatever it is, being a civic cheerleader is so. Hot. Right. Now.
I was born and raised in the 216 — literally within the radius of Cleveland-proper. I was educated in the Cleveland Metropolitan School District, rode the RTA, shopped at Tower City back when it actually had real stores, and lived through several years of the Michael R. White administration. I was part of Look Up to Cleveland, a program that develops young talent.
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