The weird world of fundraising for fun and profit.
In which I talk about my home city of Flint, Michigan.
In which I talk about a vision forward for the city.
I chose Flint. I was a late bloomer, as they like to say, but really I was just scared to death about moving out of my parent’s house. Moving out made me an adult in full and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I am still not sure. I moved out at 27… Continue reading I Chose Flint
My newest book ROAD KILLis here! Take a trip to Munsonville, Michigan, wander into the haunted woods, walk among the trees, commune with the spirits...and run for your life. Available in paperback and as e-book. https://www.amazon.com/Road-Kill-Chris-Ringler/dp/179418936X https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9LICGvJrJ0
For me, I never started out wanting to do events. Not in any sort of way. Shoot, go back to my life before I moved to downtown Flint and I would never have thought once about putting an event together. No, for me it was work, the freedom of my own place, and writing. I… Continue reading A Punk Rock Rummage Sale
When it comes to cities like Flint the phrase 'ruin porn' gets tossed around, the notion that people take delight in the ruination of people in cities. While I do think that there are people, a lot of people - too many people - that take pleasure in seeing some peole and places fail, I… Continue reading Picking the Bones Clean
The world loves a comeback, isn’t that what they say? Well, they say it, but it doesn’t always make it so. Right? We love to see someone rise, the notion of someone almost willing their way upward. More than that though we love the fall. We love to watch people fall back to earth after… Continue reading Comeback
There are few things as satisfying as orchestrating a good takedown. I speak from experience. It isn’t pretty, it isn’t necessarily mature, but man alive does it feel good to take someone or something down that has done you wrong. Even if the ‘you’ is bigger than just you alone but you are the one… Continue reading Burning It Down
In this modern world we love stories, as we always have, but we love stories now told in real time more than in retrospect. We aren’t as tied to the necessity of truth so much as the novelty of emotion. We want the passion but not the impact. We want the comfort of loud voices… Continue reading The Edge of Truth