Gallery NuLu is no more. It didn’t close; it just changed its name and moved down the street. The Green Building Gallery is presenting its inaugural show with works by Cynthia Reynolds. That’s fitting, as Reynolds was the first artist shown at Gallery NuLu when it opened. Reynolds examines the world in minute detail. As a recovering agoraphobic, she is familiar with the enclosed and tiny. The Green Building is the city’s first commercial structure set to receive LEED certification, the holy grail for sustainable architecture. The converted 110-year-old building houses the art gallery as well as office and event spaces. Keep your eyes — and mouth — open for the upcoming restaurant, 732 Social, on the first floor. —Jo Anne Triplett

For 12 years, Ed Hamilton lived in one of New York’s cultural fulcrums. Run by Stanley Bard, The Chelsea Hotel has served as a haven for writers, musicians and artists who often paid their rent through paintings. William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg lived there, as did Dee Dee Ramone and The Sex Pistols’ Sid Vicious, who fatally shot his beloved Nancy in Room 100. Room 100 no longer exists. Bard was ousted by minority shareholders, who sued him for mismanagement, and the Chelsea’s storied identity has been transformed — and some say ruined — by the 800-pound gorilla called gentrification. But Hamilton, a Louisville native, has captured the hotel’s creative vibe in his 2007 novel “Legends of the Chelsea Hotel: Living with the Artists and Outlaws of New York’s Rebel Mecca.” “It was kind of a wide open place. Everybody there was slightly wacky, some people were downright crazy,” says Hamilton, who lived next door to Dee Dee for about six months. “When we got here, there was still a lot of junkies and prostitutes living (in the hotel), but it never felt dangerous to me.” Hamilton reads from the novel Thursday. He’s joined by Brooklyn-based group The End of the World, which kicks off the event at 6 p.m., followed by Darren Rappa (VRKTM). —Mat Herron

Nov. 13-23

A funny little Greek tragedy

Is the greatest tragedy in life to be forgotten after death? Imagine growing up surrounded by gods and epic heroes and not even rating a decent entry in “Bullfinch’s Mythology.” Ponder your own mortality this week with Le Petomane Theatre Ensemble as they stage another manic original production at The Rudyard Kipling. “The Lesser Tragedy of Pammon: A Comedy” delves into the man behind the myth, elevating a would-be footnote to an international figure, or at least a Louisville sensation, for a couple of weeks in November. Homer might not have had any time for poor Pammon, but middle children the world over agree it’s time he had his day. Pointy wooden spear props and fresh laurel wreaths don’t grow on trees, but Le Petomane wants to make sure these hard times won’t keep you away from live arts. Aeschylus and Sophocles didn’t create theater for you to sit at home watching “30 Rock.” Their sliding-scale admission lets you pay what you can, from $8-$20, so the laughs can be as cheap as you like. —Erin Keane