A miserable First Thursday, weather-wise, got a considerable lift last night from a wonderful showcase organized by poet Jennifer Borges Foster (above). Having recently completed her first manuscript (with help from a $6,000 4Culture grant), Foster got some of her friends together to read and perform, asking them to play off the title of her piece (Uneasy Heavens Await Those Fleeing). Held at the super-comfy Canoe Social Club, a newish space in the ID that seems to be picking up where McLeod Residence left off, the show was a bit of heaven for those of us fleeing a wretched rainstorm (and some of the inevitable pomposity of First Thursday).I only caught the latter half of the evening but it was great stuff. Erin Jorgensen played one of her typically lovely marimba solos. Dancers Amy O’Neal and Mark Haim did a hilarious piece, in which a not-quite-happening couple try to put the kool in Old Skool. And Seattle magazine arts editor Brangien Davis, accompanied by guitarist Daniel Spils, damn near brought the seen-it-all crowd to its feet with her ridiculously smart ditty (based on a New Yorker piece) about an individual who takes nail-biting to gruesome extremes.Foster is pretty clearly a “connector,” in Gladwellian-speak, and one hell of a curator to boot. (She’s previously directed the Seattle Poetry Festival, among other events.) We could use someone like her every First Thursday.