September 15, 2009

Epitelos (the Greek word for finally), at long last I've managed to log on to my blog! (Sitting here in Flushing I can almost see my beloved webmaster raising his eyebrows and shaking his head...oiy!)

NEWS FLASH: The Cornelia Street Cafe's "Second Tuesday of the Month Storytelling Series" I've been curating/hosting for the past 12 years will now be known as The New York STORY Exchange (NYSE). We will continue to feature storytellers of all kinds, telling all manner of stories from personal tales to folktales and everything in between. Our format stays the same: Open MIC and/or Cameo Slots, followed by featured teller(s). Hope you can join us at our next gathering.

Tuesday, October 13 - 6:00 PM

Featured Teller: Bob Reiser * Cameo: Michael Meric

BOB REISER, a nationally acclaimed storyteller, teacher, and an award-winning author of books for children and adults, brings warmth and wit to traditional and original stories. McFarland Press listed him among the "120 best contemporary English-speaking Storytellers." This October eve Bob’s story, REACHING FOR THE MOON (dedicated to lovers and dreamers everywhere) reminds us that “They all laughed at Christopher Columbus, when he said the world was round…They all laughed when Edison recorded sound..." http://bobtales.com/

MICHAEL MERIC, Landscape Architect by day, wordsmith, storyteller and jack of all trades at night, tells a classic tale by Edgar Allan Poe, the master of mystery and the macabre.

Tonight we will end at 7:30, rather than 7:45 PM so the set can be prepared for a special presentation by the brilliant Roy Zimmerman, political satirist/songwriter.

The Cornelia Street Cafe is located at 29 Cornelia Street, NYC -see website for direction: http://www.corneliastreetcafe.com

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New York, NY, United States
“I was born in a two-room house, in a small fishing village on the Island of Paros. In my village community, as I remember it, there was a yiayia – a grandmother – in every house, and I thought they were all mine. When my mother, Margarita, 9 year old brother Yanni, 3 l/2 year old sister, Calypso and my 2 l/2 year old self, departed our Greek Island home, bound for America, to join my father, Anastasios, I left with vivid images of teary-eyed village folks, young and old, lining narrow, winding village streets, waving goodbye. While I was only 2 l/2, I remember that day as though it were yesterday…thus began my journey as a story teller, story listener…”