Stephanie and I walked to her apartment (on 105th) from the Big Nick's on 77th via Broadway on Monday - See route on left. (Yeah, I know Point A is somewhere around 66th. I was thinking that's where we started, but I was wrong - and I don't feel like fixing it. You get the idea.)

I decided to take a picture of every instance of Cooper Black I saw on our journey. To tell the truth, I was a little disappointed. We counted:

• 13 business signs (as in the primary name of business on an awning or otherwise above the entrance)
• 6 posters, sandwich boards, or supplementary information signs
• 1 truck

Of those, the majority (I'd say 80%) were north of 96th street. I thought there would be more. It was noted that we might have had better luck walking on Amsterdam. Hopefully I'll get the chance to try that sometime. Broadway is too consumed with its hoity-toity Copperplate to use much Cooper Black (barf).

I saw about 1,000 that were cooler than these while waiting for the bus in Chinatown and riding through Brooklyn and The Bronx today. Oh well. I don't mean to be too down. There were some nice specimens. Check out the gallery below.

Overheard in a bar in NY:

If you awake in Flint (Michigan) after midnight, you either high, tryin' to get high, or wonderin' why you aren't high

hahah.

What a cool neighbohood. Stephanie lives literally a block away from Smoke jazz club in New York...

We saw Cedar Walton there last night, which was AMAZING.

Here's a bad camera-phone video of the event. He's playing Little Sunflower by Freddie Hubbard (I think):