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American comedian and actor Hasan Minhaj will be visiting Penn. SPEC Connaissance, the branch of Special Events and Planning Committee responsible for bringing speakers to campus, originally announced that the comedian would be coming to Irvine Auditorium on April 3. They later announced on Mar. 28 that he would not be able to come "due to unexpected circumstances."
I don't cry during movies anymore. I have come a long way since the winter of 2005, when my step–cousin and I had a crying contest in the movie theater bathroom after watching March of the Penguins. We were too embarrassed to cry about the dead penguin chicks in public, so we decided to do it in front of a mirror while others relieved themselves nearby.
As I type this, I'm shedding dead skin flakes all over the keyboard. But actually, I'm molting all over this keyboard that wasn't built for my giant hands. My peeling inner elbows are a yummy reminder of spring break and all the fun memories it brought. Over break, I was diligent enough applying Mexican sunscreen to my arms, but I forgot to hit the crook of my elbow with some sweet SPF. Alas, I fell asleep with arms outstretched. I cooked my metaphorical goose.
Yesterday, I glimpsed the cracks in it all. The summer has a strange way of making me introspective. Or thinking of the summer, that is. Spring break is a cheap summer stand–in but it still gets me thinking all the same. It's got me down with a case of the Collegiate Dread. This is what I get for rereading The Harvard Crimson's "Why I Left the Spee" article in my last class.
My favorite game to play during lecture is "What are my classmates shopping for today?" Need Supply, Uniqlo, Zara, ASOS, Adidas, and more. I've seen people get on Airbnb to look for a summer closet for rent in San Fran. And of course, there are your requisite lazy upperclassmen ordering toiletries and paper towels from Amazon. Who can blame them? Modern society has taught them to build self–esteem by buying things. And me too, honestly.
I don't think I've ever been this excited for an issue. 34th Street Magazine's Love Issue is everything that we're about as a publication. Raw, funny, weird. At times intense. Just like the undergraduate years and our society's obsession with Valentine's Day.
I have a tense relationship with the snow. Just last week, it did me dirty. I was walking home from the DP office late at night, and I slipped on ice and fell. I sat in the middle of Delancey Street, nursing my cut hand and brushing the slush off my jeans. An opossum hobbled along the other side of Delancey, seeming to taunt me. Precipitation had gotten the best of me once again.
For the first time in its 45 year history, Spring Fling will no longer be held in the Quad. Spring Fling, which falls on Saturday, April 14 this year, will now be a single day event that coincides with the traditional headliner musical performance. Penn's Social Planning and Events Committee (SPEC) has announced significant changes to the structure of Spring Fling this year, including a new venue and shortening of the overall festival.
I’m addicted to sticky notes. In other words, I’m scared of forgetting.
This is not how I envisioned my first Letter from the Editor unfolding, but my original vision for this tiny block of print space could not be more inconsequential. I cannot justify penning some letter laying out my goals for Street this semester or explaining why I’ve made certain changes to the magazine. It does not matter.
As part of a college press roundtable, I joined a Skype call with Meryl Streep, Tom Hanks, and Steven Spielberg to discuss their hyper–relevant new journalism drama, The Post. It was by far the best nine–minute interview I've participated in.
Engraved in the concrete front step of D’Jakarta Cafe is a quickly drawn single rose. Perhaps a vestige of the building’s past residents, the homemade emblem serves well to welcome visitors to this very homelike Indonesian BYO in South Philly. Inside, staff members crowd around the front counter conversing and laughing—but nevertheless were immediately available to seat and welcome us and ask if it was our first time dining with them. The walls are full of white–framed photographs, and the light wood floors emphasize the airiness of the space. Though the restaurant is by no means large, the tasteful decor creates a clean and uncluttered atmosphere.
On the evening of September 14, Elyse (C ’20) was studying with several friends on the third floor of her house near 40th and Pine Streets. The sound of a buzzer cut through the house. Elyse assumed that someone had invited a friend over, but the bell continued to ring on and off for ten minutes. On her stoop, she found three police officers. They were flanked by a cluster of six or seven more cops on the sidewalk, who were backed up by a surveillance van with two more officers in it. Some were dressed in bulletproof vests. Elyse wore pajamas and fuzzy socks.
Gautam Nagaraj is currently developing a drill to help NASA drill for ice on Mars, is graduating with two Penn degrees and is about to start work on an aerospace project that’s so confidential that he can’t talk about it.
Alec Josiah (C’17) grew up in Tennessee, with a very specific idea of what fraternities should be. He envisioned a state school archetype of hypermasculine misogynists, collected into “places he did not want to be at all.”
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Paterson lives in Paterson. He drives a city bus five days a week for a living, and lives in a sweetly humble home with a tilted mailbox that he fixes upon coming home from work daily. His life is punctuated, rhythmic—mundane to the viewer but not to him. He dabbles in poetry, penning short unrhymed lines in crabbed handwriting. His life is spun from the fabric of what he overhears on the bus, about anarchism, getting a woman's number and other morsels of conversation. This seems to be the intent of the film, to give purpose to daily trivialities, to spotlight a poet who doesn't even like to call himself one.
Tyler Burke is a senior in the College studying visual communication, and he’s on a mission to tell us the story of Jewish matchmakers. As part of an independent study class at Annenberg, he’s filming a short–length documentary about modern day shadchans, Jewish marriage intermediaries with historical roots in the Middle Ages.
A confession: I couldn't make it all the way through. Not for lack of trying, it was just too busy of a weekend. But four hours was long enough time to get a taste of this melancholic masterpiece, just rereleased by the Criterion Collection in all its dreary late–Communist glory two months ago.
Friday, October 28's afternoon alumni panel was the third event in Penn UME (Undergraduate Media and Entertainment Club) and Alpha Kappa Psi business fraternity's Media and Entertainment Week. Preceded by an info session by United Talent Agency and a talk by a representative of League of Legends, this panel of recent alums offered advice on how to break into the creative industry.