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Dayton ‘Media and Democracy’ event — Journalists oppose Cox Media sale
Private equity firms now own more than one-third of major news outlets in the U.S. Working journalists have declined by half in a decade. And half of all Americans don’t get news from the community in which they live.
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News reporter Lauren Heaton dies
Lifetime villager and longtime Yellow Springs News reporter Lauren Heaton died on Sunday morning, July 28, 2019.
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First Lines — The world of objects
What do objects want? This month’s poem by Reilly Dixon enters the world of objects.
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Back to the land, 40 years on
The year was 1976. Fifty people pitched in $1,200 each to purchase a former ranch in southwestern New Mexico. In the language of the age, they sought to go “back to the land.”
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‘Media and Democracy’ event focuses on impact of Cox media sale
How will the proposed sale of Cox media to a private equity firm affect news coverage in the Dayton area? A panel of experts will explore that question next week at an event in downtown Dayton.
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Review— YSTC debuts compelling ‘Othello’
For those who don’t know, “Othello” concerns the secret machinations of the evil Iago against the titular Othello, “the Moor,” one of the few Shakespeare characters written as a person of color. This year’s Summer Shakespeare features a smaller cast and a strong group of leads.
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Little Art shows ‘Strangelove’
An unhinged general with his finger on the button, ordering a nuclear strike on Eastern Europe? In 2019?
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‘Interrupted Motherhood’— The juggling act of single motherhood
For playwright and actor Felicia Chappelle, art is therapeutic — whether it’s being received or created.
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Steve Bognar receives a ‘Welcome to the Academy’
The news came by email. Subject line: “Welcome to the Academy.” For a moment villager Steve Bognar was stumped. “The Academy? The Taekwondo Academy in Fairborn?” he joked in an interview at his Yellow Springs home this week.
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First Lines — Of memory, hiding and identity
What happens to those who came before us also happens to us. In a poem by villager Maxine Skuba, world history and personal history touch hands.
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