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34th Street News
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.
Songs In The Key Of West Philadelphia
Saturday, the Sabbath: Pastor Carl Hinds charismatically leads a sermon on sovereign stewardship and the role of man in service to God.
Hustle and flow
"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?
Back to the Drawing Board
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.
Winging it
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!
Easy as wahid, ithnain, thalatha
School of Arts and Sciences graduate student Marie Brown sits at the front of her Arabic language class, repeating the professor's sentences.
On the Wrong Side of the Tracks
Under the rusting tracks of the rundown Market-Frankford El station, the intersection of Market and 52nd streets bakes in the late September sun.
The Hipster-fication of West Philadelphia
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.
University City Blues
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.
The Freshman 14
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.
Street Sweeper
Fling Fling Fling, yada yada yada. It came, we got drunk, some of the cool kids snorted coke, and that was that.
A Meal Plan for West Philadelphia
Instant mashed potato burns are the worst." Worse than the burns from steamed green beans or turkey casserole at the Thursday night soup kitchen.
Word on the Street
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.
The shore house
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.
Babel
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.
The Schematics of the F-14 TOMCAT
I remember hearing my mother on the phone telling her friend that my father would not be coming back.
Perfect Strangers
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.
Best of Penn
Best Frozen Yogurt: Marathon Grill Ah, behold the not-so-uniquely Penn creature that is the JAP. Official JAP footwear?
