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(04/22/10 6:02am)
April has been a month of lasts. Last week, I suffered my final round of college midterms. This past weekend I took my last day stumble through a Flinged-out Quad. And, tomorrow, I will trek to my last Friday morning class (eff you Formal Reasoning requirement). Yes, some of these lasts are bittersweet, but somehow I can only dwell on the bitter.
(04/08/10 7:11am)
Last week at our Passover Seder my family got into a political discussion (read: screaming match). Someone brought up Israel and before you knew it Grandma was foaming at the mouth yelling something about Palestine. Though this is pretty standard, the convo shifted when my Grandmother asked if I had seen any of “this pro-Palestinian student organization happening on college campuses in Philadelphia.” Organizing? I don’t know what you’re talking about Grandma, these days college students aren’t politically active like that. After all, campus protests are so Vietnam War.
(02/18/10 5:50am)
When I tell people that I’m from Buffalo, NY I get two inaccurate responses: “that’s cool!” and “it’s cold there.” These people have never lived in Buffalo because it is neither cool nor cold. Let’s clarify: it’s economically depressed and snowy. In fact, if you knew anything about weather patterns you would know Buffalo does not get cold enough and that’s why it gets annual snow dumpings. Here’s a brief lesson: Buffalo sits on Lake Erie. Wind blows across the lake creating our infamous ‘lake effect’ blizzards. If temperatures dropped low enough to freeze the Great Lake none of this could happen.
(02/17/10 5:12am)
Looking for the perfect brunch spot can be difficult, especially in West Philadelphia. There are base specifications that local brunch locales regularly fail to meet, but Northern Liberty’s Honey’s Sit ‘n Eat fulfills them all. Unlike the sparse menus of local joints, Honey’s not only has one oversized menu with dishes ranging from the traditional ‘eggs your way’ ($4.75) to the more inventive ‘Breakfast Bomb’ ($10) — a giant buttermilk pancake stuffed with scrambled eggs and breakfast meat — but they also offer an additional menu with more omelet, French toast and pancake specials. While Philly Diner and Marathon Grill try — and fail — to capture that true diner ambience, Honey’s barstool-flanked counter and paper placemats give it a delightful greasy spoon feel. But beyond its culinary offerings and cutesy decor, Honey’s serves delicious hearty portions, making it well worth the trip North for your Sunday morning post hangover brunch.
(02/04/10 9:06am)
As she hauls in a box of dusty Motown records, the DJ formerly known as Condom Lady situates herself inside the WPEB studio preparing for her Saturday afternoon radio show. This week she’s featuring musical selections from a box she found on the side of the road, supplemented by a discussion on needle safety. The Condom Lady began her career illegally as a West Philadelphia radio pirate. Now, 11 years later, she no longer has to broadcast out of vans, avoid the Federal Communications Commission or answer to her old name. Due to the success of the Low Power FM movement, she can legally operate out of West Philadelphia’s WPEB 88.1 and use her real name: Diane Fleming-Myers.
(01/21/10 6:46am)
If I had a nickel for every time a Penn student complained that classes started the week before Martin Luther King Day, I could stop using BURSAR. It is odd: we start on a short week and then segue into the long weekend, certainly not enough time to gain momentum or motivation. Since most Penn students dread the agony of academics and would prefer to postpone the horror, why doesn’t Penn get with the program and have classes begin the Tuesday after MLK Day? I've thought of a few explanations for Penn’s scheduling follies. Maybe Penn really understands its students: self-proclaimed work hard/play hard types. Penn realizes that unlike fall semester, spring semester doesn’t have that NSO buffer. Without five days dedicated to socializing, we can’t handle a full week of classes. It’s true … we’d probably implode. The administration figures it will give us a break; ease us into classes. But though I like that thought — and I know that A-Gut can get down with the best of us — I don’t really think Penn’s registrar cares about my social life.
(11/11/09 3:37am)
During a typical week at Penn, you might see two people outside of our age bracket (read: LPS students). We’ve become so accustomed to wrinkle-free faces that even those black-suited OCRers look (kind of) like college students. Entering Capital Grille transports you to our distant future, in which we chill with slightly overweight 55-year-olds at a luxurious steakhouse on a Tuesday night.
(10/29/09 1:36am)
Remember R. Kelly’s soulful jam “I Believe I Can Fly”? It was really big circa 1996. 1996, now that was a good year. You were the crème de la crème of elementary school — highest reading group, accelerated math… the whole bit. And as first grade’s resident savant you received constant praise and encouragement from parents, teachers, PSAs, posters and friends: “You can do anything you want!” And all while they fueled your ever-growing ego, you rocked out to R. Kelly, reinforcing your indestructibility. Oh, that was the life.
(10/21/09 11:12pm)
My fondest memory of my Bat Mitzvah is the car-ride to the service with my brother. Instead of bestowing advice, my brother initiated me with Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers).
(09/17/09 2:54am)
New Student Orientation: the best week of the academic year. Giant parties, free (albeit watered-down) booze and no nagging schoolwork to ruin all of your fun. As a freshman, there is no real way to prepare for this most debaucherous of long weekends. So you pregame with your new BFFs (read: your freshman hall), walk down Spruce and thrust yourself into the madness. Then, after five days of the coolest, bestest frat parties ever, you’ve fallen in love with Penn. Thank god you chose the Social Ivy!
(02/12/09 4:08am)
Spending most Friday nights of my childhood watching late-night TV, all knowledge I have of blind dates comes from the most painful dating show ever: Blind Date. When approached with the idea to go on a blind date, I was terrified. But with the ability to pick the locale and a little faith in my matchmakers, I figured Penn guys can’t be all that bad. So on Saturday night I headed down to The New Deck Tavern — one of the more romantic yet casual spots on campus — and sat down at a table for two.