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It's a Friday night at the Fire, a North Philly bar and music venue. The place is at capacity - people lined up outside the door shiver in the cold, awaiting a nod from the bouncer.
January 31, 2008 at 12:00 am

It's 9 p.m. at a Dunkin' Donuts in Northeast Philadelphia. A husky man in the corner, wearing a white hard hat, is planning his night.
January 24, 2008 at 12:00 am

Students question utility of 'electronic mail' April 25, 1994 - All over campus, students are speaking out against electronic mail, or "e-mail," a new technology that some fear may lead to the complete downfall of human civilization.
December 6, 2007 at 12:00 am

November 29, 2007 at 12:00 am

Saturday, the Sabbath: Pastor Carl Hinds charismatically leads a sermon on sovereign stewardship and the role of man in service to God.
November 15, 2007 at 12:00 am

"adderall? im selling. second floor at a back table" "a doctor or street pharmacist" "i'm on the second floor what you wearing?" "where the hell are you?
November 8, 2007 at 12:00 am

Waiting outside an apartment just past 40th and Spruce streets, College senior Peter Logan looked like an indie version of Mad Max, with slim jeans and a black jacket festooned with zippers.
November 1, 2007 at 12:00 am

Ladies and gentlemen, elves, faeries." The fashion show is about to start. There is glitter everywhere, the faint smell of incense wafting back from a few rows ahead. "Designers from all over are here!
October 25, 2007 at 12:00 am

School of Arts and Sciences graduate student Marie Brown sits at the front of her Arabic language class, repeating the professor's sentences.
October 18, 2007 at 12:00 am

Under the rusting tracks of the rundown Market-Frankford El station, the intersection of Market and 52nd streets bakes in the late September sun.
October 4, 2007 at 12:00 am

This is the first article in a two-part series in which Street will examine the effects of gentrification on West Philadelphia. erched defiantly on the westernmost frontier of University City, the Dock Street Brewery and Restaurant is situated far beyond what many Penn students consider to be the no man's land of West Philadelphia.
September 27, 2007 at 12:00 am

They make our coffee, ring up our groceries, sell us our books, and cook our food. The less fortunate of them ask us if we can spare some change outside of Wawa.
September 20, 2007 at 12:00 am

So you're a freshman. You just survived NSO, but you're still walking in a pack, calling your parents twice a day, and desperately grasping for club meetings to attend - let's face it: you're clueless. Or maybe you're a hardened upperclassmen who's more likely to be recognized by the overnight security guards at Rosengarten than the bouncers at Smoke's.
September 13, 2007 at 12:00 am

Fling Fling Fling, yada yada yada. It came, we got drunk, some of the cool kids snorted coke, and that was that.
April 19, 2007 at 12:00 am

Instant mashed potato burns are the worst." Worse than the burns from steamed green beans or turkey casserole at the Thursday night soup kitchen.
April 19, 2007 at 12:00 am

Everyone knows that change sucks, but does everyone know that not changing sucks? Nearing the end of my senior year, I've recently thought a lot about Luddites - the band of men in the 1800s who were so distressed by the advent of technology that they waged war on machinery all over the English countryside in the name of their lord and savior King Ludd.
April 19, 2007 at 12:00 am

Because it was so dark in the little room, the windows were painted shut, the salt air eroded the wooden beams, we tried to imagine the beginning of things. Gideon was passed out on the couch, the latest addition to the row of sea shacks that began with my father, our mother decided. He was already thin and thirsty when he returned home after a 30 days sales week to selfish children and separate bedrooms. No longer could he entertain illusions of the world-weary traveler, of his wife weaving her life with his on a loom. My grandmother who has not had a drink in 20 years and can remember said it was her great-grandfather who knew depression is the Gulf of Mexico and gulped like a drowning fish. A distant relative confessed she wept at the herring flopping on the deck, but what does it matter if she laughed or cried? Maybe the crew sang, Oh I am young. Maybe they sang, Oh I am young and heartless. What of the ships that sailed on salt and tonic water, the exquisite quilt that fell apart in the middle of the night, or the threads that parted violently with a knife? Seagulls already jump at the sight of pale flesh.
April 12, 2007 at 12:00 am

Neither a weight worth lifting nor a sound worth amplifying, from the neutral perspective it's a clusterfucked frequency, from the favorable perspective it's an arbitrary one & from the cinema's perspective, well, deaf people cannot feel bass, which, as far as science goes, is false.
April 12, 2007 at 12:00 am

I remember hearing my mother on the phone telling her friend that my father would not be coming back.
April 12, 2007 at 12:00 am

Every warm Wednesday in the Spring, a group of amateur musicians escape their day jobs to play an informal hour of Old-timey music at the Compass.
April 5, 2007 at 12:00 am