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Psst. Down there. Hey! It's me! Nature! I live in the sky and throw water down on you whenever I feel like it. Guess what? I super feel like it this year. Guess what again? It's going to snow tonight for the 35th time this season. I know--it usually only snows 30 times all season. But I like to think of myself as a wild bird who can't be caged.

Paul Tilley, 40, died Friday after jumping from a window the Fairmont hotel. His death has been ruled a suicide.

While the City Council was following up on the General Assembly's plan to "save" the CTA last week, 27th Ward Alderman Walter Burnett was advocating for minority businesses.

Congressman and mayoral wannabe Jesse Jackson Jr made some strange bedfellows this weekend when he announced that he's endorsing Larry Suffredin for Cook County state's attorney.

Mayor Daley chimed in on the question of recalling Blagojevich yesterday, telling the the Sun-Times that "calling [for] a recall is unnecessary. I may have differences with the governor. But I really believe his mind is on public transportation and on infrastructure as [much as] everyone else. You can't say just because I'm upset with [him about] an issue, two issues that you're gonna have a recall. I disagree with that." In case you missed...

Home for Kitty?

While the politicians in Springfield keep fighting with each other over the impending deterioration of our ability to actually get around our city, Barack Obama was getting down with Oprah Winfrey (and raising big bucks) in California this weekend. 1500 people showed up at Oprah's estate in Montecito, Calif., on Saturday night to dine on mini-hamburgers, chicken tenders, and corn on the cob, to dance to the musical stylings of Stevie Wonder, and to give...

Every year at SXSW, we check out at least one band based on their wacky name alone. In this manner, we've discovered some great acts (I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly) and some bizarre ones (Here Come Old Vodka Tits, My! Gay! Husband!). Locals Casiotone For The Painfully Alone fall far closer to the former category than the latter, and the vulnerable songcraft that has garnered them national attention this past year will be on display tonight at Schubas with Papercuts and Bowerbirds.

Braless and wearing an oversized white T-shirt with a hand drawn peace sign and the word "Love" written underneath it, Patti Smith humbly began her set with an extra-Jamaican sounding "Redondo Beach," fumbling some of the lyrics and apologizing to the crowd for being too excited.

As time continues counting down towards Lollapalooza, perhaps a little tease about what’s in store will move the decision one way or the other for those who are still on the fence about attending.

Today is National Get Over It Day. Chicagoist is going to get over Del Toro closing, a crush on Molto Mario, our dream of moving to France to drink wine all day, the death of wine maker Ernest Gallo and ... we don't have anything to get over regarding the new Grand Mart grocery. We do think it is nice, however, that Guaranty Bank isn't lonely anymore.

The Cubs and White Sox have been getting in baseball shape down in Arizona for the past couple weeks, and for the most part it's been a pretty quiet Spring Training for both clubs. Other than Kerry Wood's hot tub incident, and Ozzie's recent war of words with former pitcher Brandon McCarthy, the spring has been pretty quiet. Really quiet, actually. Sunday, however, things got a little more raucous as the White Sox and Cubs...

"Your Friday Food Buffet" is a new feature where we combine business-related news concerning food and drink with tastings and fixed-price dinners happening around town this weekend. Pretty cut-and-dried, don'cha think? Anyway, we hope you like it. Starbucks finally drops act, admits inspiration for business model: After test-marketing in Chicago and other markets throughout the country, Starbucks rolled out their breakfast sandwiches and drive-thru service in Boston and select Los Angeles locations. No information...

"Sign That Probably Used to Be Cool" via ChicagoEye who notes, "This sign at 76th and Vincennes in all mangled with multiple paint-overs, etc. But I bet in 1957, when this thing was all lit and the neon-installed, it was pretty cool."

What the ... fuck … what the fuck are you doing? Doing? What the fuck am I doing? I’m writing a post. A post. A post on … Mamet. The playwright. And author. He’s an author too. A playwright and an author. An author, yes. I see. He grew up … fuck … wait ... he grew up here. He wrote that play about selling real estate. He’s speaking at Harold Washington Library. I see...

In an interview that ran in Sunday's Southtown, Frank continued to criticize the organization. He contended that he'd have re-signed with the Sox for $1 million and felt the team owed him that opportunity for all he'd accomplished over the course of 16 years. Considering they just paid him a $3.5 million buyout, why not offer to play for the league minimum if he wanted to stay with the Sox? While Chicagoist was sad to see him go, the reality of the situation is that the Sox are trying to repeat as World Champs and Jim Thome is a much more dependable option at DH. We'd have liked to see Big Frank remain with the team to finish his career, but they just didn't have the roster spot to accomodate him while trying to maintain a Championship-caliber team. He seemed to be in absolute denial of the fact that, at 37 and with his history of injuries in recent years, his playing days are coming to a close. He also blasted the lack of communication between him and management during the off season. Yet it sounds, by his own admission, like they did call him, and he simply refused to return their calls.

Last night, Chicagoist was nursing yet another vodka tonic and talking with a friend of ours who’s a fellow music snob and avowed Johnny Cash fan. We asked him if he had seen Walk The Line. He hadn’t and didn’t plan to. Why, we asked. “Marxism,” he replied.

When we interviewed the band May Or May Not last week, we were surprised at how talented all of them were; it’s not unusual to see them switching instruments several times during a show. But what we didn’t know is that they all had hidden talents. Apparently, some of their friends do too, which spurred them on to hold the 1st Annual Mrs. Meow's Talënza Bonanza Talent Show this February 10th at Phyllis’ Musical Inn...

Reina Hardy - Way Off Loop, the viola project

Peter Sagal - Host of "Wait! Wait! Don't Tell Me!"

Michelle "Toots" L'Amour; Burlesque Dancer, Lavender Cabaret

Keep those golden overheards a'comin' this-a-way: overheard at chicagoist dot com.

We're learning some valuable lessons this week: you can't change the past, cucumbers aren't as versatile as we thought, and something about Jesus and the homeless. Keep 'em coming: overheard at chicagoist dot com.

Chicagoist is pleased to announce a new feature we're adding called Ask Chicagoist and a new contributor who's going to be answering all of your questions, Sarah Nielson. Sarah is a resident of Hyde Park but previous to living in Chicago she lived in Seattle where she wrote an advice column for the Belltown Messenger. Sarah's goal has always been to fill the advice abyss that falls outside the specialized fields of Dan Savage, Miss...

Following a season in which the Bears ranked last in the NFL in total yards and points, offensive coordinator Terry Shea was fired on Tuesday. Having previously served as quarterbacks coach within the high-powered Kansas City Chiefs offensive sytem, Bears fans cheered his hiring less than one year ago when new coach Lovie Smith named him the successor to John Shoop. But when the team goes 5-11 and ranks last offensively, somebody had to be...

The president's handling of the past year in Iraq -- his dismissal of those who warned him about the difficulty of reorganizing the country, his neglect of deep problems that are costing American lives there -- made us doubt his ability to bring our involvement there to a successful conclusion. And we became concerned by the secrecy of his subordinates such as Dick Cheney and John Ashcroft, coupled with an unnecessary disregard for some of our most cherished civil liberties.

It's 1:10 and you know what that means: The Sun-Times and union employees' noon deadline has come and gone. Those employees need to get out.. like.. uh.. NOW!

It’s a constant battle: you want to see more live music and yet when it comes time to get your butt out of the house and queue up at the Metro, Empty Bottle, etc. you find yourself punking out to stay home and watch Cops. Chicagoist knows how you feel. We don’t see enough live music either and probably use the same excuses you do to talk ourselves out of it but this weekend you have no argument:

It's true: Chicagoist tends to display its political stripes now and then. But generally we try not to get too brazen, because frankly, politics is not our main interest. So we ask you... Nay! Beg you! Please do not judge us by our reporting on the daily nuttiness of Alan Keyes. When he tees it up, we just have to hit it. OK?