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(04/12/07 4:00am)
As an underclassman, one of the first skills I learned from my older, wiser and infinitely cooler peers was how to spot a senior; to observe how they blithely cock their heads when they laugh, how they sashay down the Walk, how and where they congregate. Now that my class has finally risen to the occasion, I've come under some duress. It seems that the almighty League of Seniors has dissipated before my very eyes.
(04/13/06 4:00am)
Every year when the weather gets warmer, I geta little homesick. Typically this happens at roughly the same time when Spring Fling is over, and I have ginormous papers to look forward to. It's all coincidence, I'm sure. But this year I'm particularly antsy. Maybe it's because after three years I've yet to discover Philadelphia's "charm" or the fact that I have the next three weeks to spend in Van Pelt. If you're not a graduating senior, the only event to look forward to is leaving. And as much as I don't want to go home, per se, I just need to get the eff out of here.
(11/10/05 5:00am)
Walking into Philadelphia Record Exchange on 5th by South Street is something of a meta experience; there's almost too much to take in at once. Painted white walls are plastered with vintage vinyls and psychedelic prints casting down on an overwhelming stock of second-hand LPs and CDs. Go upstairs or downstairs and find the same madness, shelves filled from floor to ceiling. It's an ordered chaos, where the three floors and five rooms are a shrine to everything holy, unknown and just plain bizarre in music worshipdom.
(10/27/05 4:00am)
Sometimes I feel like I just don't belong. See, I straddle this dual existence, a dichotomy if you will, where I'm all clean and prep on the outside but soul-shredding head-banger in my core. I'm short and Jewish and I smile a lot, but if you psychoanalyzed me based on my music preferences alone, you'd probably pin me as a middle-aged, manic-depressive man. I'm not really sure how to reconcile these dual characters: Who am I? More urgently, what is wrong with me? I have answers to neither, and thus I find myself entrenched in this existential identity crisis with no clear path to rectify it.
(09/29/05 4:00am)
You're a freshman, a neophyte in the real world. As Friday night rolls around, you and your friends sashay into a swanky downtown eatery, swarm a booth, peruse the menu and maybe even order some drinks if your fake is decent or the place doesn't card. And finally your entree arrives and you can plunge your fork into ... a heaping pile of lettuce, sans dressing, while everyone else is diving into immaculate pasta or chicken dishes. They moan with pleasure and plead for you to taste a bite, just try it. Or maybe you order that, too, but promptly shuffle to the bathroom when you're finished to throw it all up, the acid still burning your nostrils as you return to the table.
(09/15/05 4:00am)
Get merry, get naked.
(04/21/05 4:00am)
Although it sometimes seems as though Wharton gets all the glory around here with their billion dollar facilities, P.I.M.P. umbrellas and fancy bulkpacks, not everyone is a wanna be I-banker. So where can dejected College of Arts and Crafts students turn for some inspiration? To the premier arts and crafts store, AIA Books and Design.
(04/07/05 4:00am)
Fever Pitch is, essentially, identical to every other effervescent Drew Barrymore comedy released in the past five years. The same cookie-cutter formula applied to Never Been Kissed or 50 First Dates is at work here, only this time with exaggerated Bahston accents and some real-life baseball to make it slightly more memorable -- but only slightly. Johnny Damon may look like Jesus, but he isn't entrancing enough to shadow the flat, cliched characters and divert attention from a breezy, shallow plotline -- to whatever extent there was one.
(02/24/05 5:00am)
Nothing makes you feel more welcome in a restaurant than a sign reading, "If you're grouchy, irritable or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge for putting up with you" in huge letters. But then again, Lorenzo & Son isn't really a restaurant and the management could give a rat's ass about being your friend. Lorenzo's is not for the faint-hearted, but chances are, if that's your type then you probably wouldn't be wandering around South Street anyway. Those guys are fucking mean, but the pizza is good enough for me to momentarily suppress my ego and return with the dim hope of befriending the counter help.
(02/24/05 5:00am)
Envision the town of Sanctimony as perhaps a modern-day Pleasantville, where superficiality is one's savior, everyone feigns composure to avoid the town's scrutiny and nobody has a damn clue where life is going. Written by Thomas Allen Smith and directed by Jaidy Schweers, Hypocrisy is like a synergy of Rent and Thornton Wilder's Our Town, where a bunch of twentysomethings constantly grapple with identity, religion, sex, loyalty, fantasy and reality.
(02/17/05 5:00am)
Based on the children's book by Kate DiCamillo, Because of Winn-Dixie is the story of ten-year-old Opal (AnnaSophia Robb), who, still mystified by her mother's departure seven years earlier, struggles to find her way in a new town. To make life harder, her father (Jeff Daniels), the town preacher, has little concern for his daughter's loneliness.