IT’S OUR 9TH BIRTHDAY. You are morally obligated to come down to The Book Cellar on Monday, November 19th at 7pm. Also, this lineup is going to be so good, we might never need to have another birthday: Archy Jamjun is a storyteller, writer, professor, server, partner, cat-owner and TJ Maxxsonista. His work has been … Continue reading
Thirty-nine years after scientists detected the Wow Signal, we’ll be sending out some gnarly Wowie-wow-wow signals of our own. Come on down to The Book Cellar at 7pm on Monday, August 15th for this lineup of writers and performers who will produce the federally-mandated maximum amount of wows for a single evening of entertainment (and … Continue reading
On August 15, 1977, the Big Ear telescope at Ohio State University received a strong narrow-band radio signal that appeared to be of extraterrestrial origin. Astronomer Jerry Ehman was so impressed that he circled the reading and wrote ‘Wow!’ beside it. The signal has been referred to as the ‘Wow!’ signal ever since. On August … Continue reading
Look, we don’t want to rain on the parade that is World Puppetry Day, but there’s something that the puppetry Illuminati doesn’t want you to know about puppets: they are dead, soulless inanimate objects. So instead of staying at home and playing with your sad, motionless facsimiles of real people, how about you come on … Continue reading
Unfortunately, Bob’s eyeball is preventing him from attending. But he told us that he wants everyone take a break from watching curlers faceplant to join us at The Book Cellar on Monday, February 17th at 7pm. We’ll be raising money for 826CHI and draping medals around the necks of these essay champions. Paul Luikart is going to finish his Master of … Continue reading
Where would you rather be on Monday, February 17th at 7pm? In an unfinished hotel in Russia, catching a nasty eye infection from Bob Costas? Or at The Book Cellar, sipping on beer and/or wine and listening to world-class writers and storytellers? Why spend your monthly salary on tickets to stand outside in the cold … Continue reading
They’re here: those terrible days when you simultaneously curse the heat of summer and mourn its impending demise. Cussing, you peel away the clothes that have adhered to your skin with sweat-glue, meanwhile keeping an eye on the puffy winter coat in the back of your closet. You’ll need that coat (and the gloves, and … Continue reading
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