Snow, Snow, Snow: The Big Event right outside your door

A Man and his Dog. A throwback to an earlier time. No cars.

Even bicycles are out.

Dare to go where no man has gone before.

Nothing like snow in the city to turn everything into a wonderland.

Go Go Go: Jackie Sheeler and Jean Lehrman Saturday at Cornelia St. Cafe

Don't let the snow keep you indoors this weekend. Get out in it. You don't get the real "snow" experience online.

And you don't get the live poetry experience online either. Chicks are boss this Saturday at with a reading featuring the one, the only, The Jackie Sheeler (check out her cool new website and awesome blog get angry with me), PLUS therapist/poet Jean Lehrman (joined by bartender/vibraphonist Dan McCarthy), PLUS the woman with the voice of gold Jane Omerod, PLUS ex-stockbroker-turned-SLAM-finalist Phyllis Talley. To review, that's: Jackie Sheeler, Jean Lehrman, Jane Omerod AND Phyllis Talley, all on one bill. Whew! 

You'd think a hot line up like this would cost a fortune, but you can slip in for a mere $7. Such a deal! See you there: Cornelia St. Cafe, 29 Cornelia St., Sat. Feb. 23, 6-8 p.m.

Study in Contrasts: Greenwich Village Signage

Two signs within two blocks of each other: a true study in contrasts. What would happen if the garbage is put into the cans of 235 W. Street as a random act of kindness? Would it set the world in the right direction? Maybe that's why you shouldn't "ask what will happen:" if everyone knew what would happen, the streets would be spotless. And the garbage cans full. So it goes.

Eliminate the Silver

for Roberto Novo

I choose the single process

treatment to save time and money.

My schedule is so busy these days.

Crisply, I ask Roberto to "Eliminate

the silver." And we both laugh, knowing

that "silver" is the nice way to say "gray."

And we both laugh, knowing that "We're

not getting any younger," which is the nice

way to say we are getting older. Old.

And we both laugh, knowing that laughter is

the nice way to divert our attention from our

presence here, how little time we have left to

make it matter.

He applies color with the brush strokes

of an artist. Sets a timer for 10 minutes.

Scurries off to help another client.

Over a slow, quiet ticking, she tells him

what she needs. And they both laugh,

even as Roberto hands me the bill.

Which is a nice way to say,

the silver is being eliminated

in more ways than one.

by Kathi Georges

02/15/08

Cafe Vivaldi, Greenwich Village

Last night, John's Pizza on Bleecker was way too crowded so we fell back on our contingency plan and headed for cute little Caffe Vivaldi on Jones Street. This tiny cafe oddly seems to attract budding hedge fund types (or as Peter calls them "ledge fund types," as in, if the economy tanks anymore they'll be jumping off the window ledge in high numbers!). Oddly, because it's a real down-to-earth kind of joint with live music, not the kind of meat market faux-techno shithole these assholes usually flock to.

Last night's snow kept the mood subdued, and complementing the mood was singer/pianist Jess King, whose Tuesday night residency continues at least until the end of February. King has a kind of sad, sweet voice that works well with her intimate original music about broken hearts and the self-commitment to dreams that generally seem to cause them in her songs. Blend Fiona Apple with Carole King and you get a pretty good of the style (maybe she's related to the latter?). It was perfect for the weather. And when she brought out a friend to join her on guitars and harmonizing, it was hard to believe that the song they came up with was written in the past three days via text messaging and email! 

The food at the Caffe varies widely in quality. Last time I was there, I had the ravioli which was nothing to write home about. But last night, I opted for the cheaper ($10) Herbed Chicken Panini, adding roasted red peppers ($1). Served with a salad, it's quite delicious. And considering there's no charge for the entertainment, I consider Caffe Vivaldi a Tuesday night haven. Maybe I'll see you there next week.

You complain, you get results

After complaining about the lack of snow in NYC, what happens? Snow (see small flecks in above photo, and trust me!).

It's just been that kind of day.

At lunch today, I complained because my burger was overcooked. I send it back, what happens? I get a new burger, raw! And so it goes...

You complain, you get results, but you may not be impressed by what you get. Nevertheless, as mama always said, "The squeaky wheel gets the grease."

New York on Sunday: Warm, Global Warming, Marc Jacobs

Where's the snow? Here it is Feb. 10, in New York and no snow. It's 42 degrees. It's been 42 degrees all winter, except for 2 days in January. Where's the snow? Is it the global warming? If so, then it's not my fault. I'm anti-global warming. Have been for a long time. I am ready for it to end.

In the mid 90s there was a show on public television about global warming. They interviewed somebody from the oil companies who said that global warming was not necessarily a bad thing. "People actually prefer warmer weather. They can go to the beach, and relax in the sun."

If you listen to the weather "reporters," you'd think the oil company flack was right. They rave about warm weather, talk about how a day in February that is 50 degrees is "a nice day!" Nice? What's so nice about melting polar ice caps, rising seas, the total destruction of life on Planet Earth? Nothing nice about it at all, except that that the tourists will be standing in line at one of the six Marc Jacobs stores on or near Bleecker Street.

The other day I walked by just such a line (how they can actually line up for his crap is beyond me). I mentioned, slightly louder than under my breath that Marc Jacobs was sucking the life out of New York City, which he is. You should have seen the looks on their faces! They were shocked, and momentarily worried that perhaps they were standing in the wrong line. The look passed so quickly. But, for a moment, it gave me hope.