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Everyone knows that change sucks, but does everyone know that not changing sucks?
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Everyone knows that change sucks, but does everyone know that not changing sucks?
Featuring nothing but the gyrations of a particularly impressive female behind, the video for "Backyard Betty," Spank Rock's debut single, has a clear purpose: to get them asses shakin'. But the music is far from standard club hip-hop fare; in fact, the MC at the helm, 24-year-old Naeem Juwan, would rather avoid classification altogether.
Project Runway's 2006 runner-up and fan-favorite, Daniel Vosovic, took some time out of his schedule to talk to Ego about the show, his future aspirations and Tim Gunn. With a women's line slated for roughly a year-and-a-half debut and a men's line in the wings, Daniel V. is on the up, up, up -- provided no one takes his chiffon.
Originally J. Leto and his brother's side project, 30 Seconds to Mars has recently gained a reputation in its own right. With two critically acclaimed albums, a devoted fan base and a headlining tour, this Southern California-based foursome has more goin' on than Jared's notoriety with teen starlets. Street hops on the tour bus and gets down with the non-Leto half of the group, guitarist Tomo Milicivitch and bassist Matt Wachter.
When I reflect upon the train-wreck that is Lindsay Lohan, I can't help but feel a tinge of pity. What ever happened to our little girl, that innocent, inhumanly freckled Parent Trap star? Since her arrival in the Hollywood mainstream, we've been invited to watch her particularly depressing family melodrama, her breakups, her wild nights out, her general fall from grace. Poor little Lohan.
As a work-study student in the Penn Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology, Wharton senior Greg Bryda had never given ghosts much thought before the time of his first "encounter."
In response to the Penn application essay question, "Why do you want to go here?" I theorized that by default, Philadelphia is the best city for a university ("DC is corrupted by politics, NY by crime and Boston by college students and rats"). Now that I'm a couple of semesters of college closer to not being in college, I'll very soon be picking another city. And not only is New York City my default post-Penn destination, but I've also realized that everyone else has the same idea.
With summer ending and the back-to-school high wearing off, the season can start to lend itself more to social anxiety than an endless flow of good vibes. No matter how fun of a time you're having amid the wasted throngs on a typical night out, there is always that little existential crisis on the horizon, the narcissistic "who am I?" moment. We live in a neurotic world where everything facilitates isolation and self-reliance: we move off-campus, we keep our doors closed, we are able to successfully avoid many very annoying people. While the social schedule and the anti-social schedule have their perks, don't we all feel, to some degree, that interpersonal relationships could be a little more ... personal?
Whether you're hosting your drunken colleagues or looking for some alternative mid-day munchies, easy snacks are the way to everyone's heart, including your own. Steal, pillage, or pilfer the ingredients you need and lay back and bask in the glory of Fling, its debauchery and eating in the hot sun.
A lot of people talked about getting the hell out of the U.S. of A in the most recent time of political turmoil, but Ben Franklin actually did. In 1776, after the signing of the Declaration of Independence, he made the rough voyage across the Atlantic to forge ties with the crafty French and get a treaty signed the American way.
I am a product of several formative TV sitcoms and am subsequently a victim of low self-esteem. I'm not alone in hoping my grown-up life would be a hybrid of witticisms, caustic detachment and the kind of eloquent self-introspection that not only generates successful romances, but also elicits hero-worship from my girl friends. Thanks to the new and improved TBS, I can and do revisit my old universal "happy places."
Everyone knows that alcohol and cannabis are two sure-fire ways to get people in the mood for loving, but there's a whole store of mood-setting foods that have been putting the SEX in sexy since the dawn of man. Aphrodisiacs are named by their stimulative powers, by the legends that accompany, by their associations with Aphrodite and by their sheer resemblance to human genitalia.
Hello world! Ellis Island aside, we all speak English here and claim some sort of American identity. Some of you might choose the Signature Salad while others go for a Cosi melt. Here at Food and Drink, we think ethnicity is both oppressive and glorious!
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An underground anti-fig movement, anchored at www.godhatesfigs.com, is gaining a following somewhere outside our mainstream consciousness. Among its major points, bolstered by quotes from the Good Book itself, are "God promises terrible vengeance for fig eaters," "Jesus commanded us not to eat the cursed fig," and the tell-it-like-it-is, "Eat a fig, go to hell." Still, liberal society that we live in, our right to eat the blasphemous fig remains intact. And the right to eat at Figs, whether you find its name subversive or not, is really pleasurable. In fact, you may be anti-fig, but it is almost impossible to be anti-Figs.
There's no need to descend into a jaded, Philly-gritty Sunday morning 'tude with the prospect of Morning Glory brunch. Even the inevitables -- the long wait, the slow service and the likelihood of running out of the special -- won't detract from steady stream of good vibes emanating from this whimsical Bella Vista diner.
Insomniac with Dave Attell has been exploring the after-hours occupations of the world's insomniacs and promoting wanton alcoholism to late-night viewers since 2001.
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