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Letter from the Editor
It is said that love knows no bounds; debatable, perhaps, but certainly the types of love are endless.
Letter from the Editor
I am terrible at keeping in touch. I can jump up and down stairs on a pogo stick, but despite every tool at my fingertips - cell phone, e-mail, Skype and even stamps and envelopes if I feel like going retro - I often struggle to maintain constant contact with my friends located far from Philadelphia.
Letter from the Editor
At my high school, the graduating class each year held a "senior catharsis." This event took place outside of school, and was a special moment in which seniors and faculty gathered to share favorite memories - while laughing and crying - in order to approach commencement with a fresh outlook. Though cathartic, shout outs are nothing like that. Our semiannual, campus-wide discharge of rants, raves, and declarations of love is quite the release, but (I will admit) hardly sentimental.
Letter from the Editor
Spring Fling is just that: a tease. It might be more meaningful than a one-night stand, but it's certainly not something you tell your mother about.
Letter from the Editor
In case you haven't noticed, it's an election year. As we've been told, Pennsylvania sort of matters in deciding the Democratic candidate.
Letter from the Editor
When I reach for coke, people stare. Capital "C" Coke, that is. This is because I drink regular Coke - not Diet Coke, not Coke Zero, but classic, full-of-real-sugar Coca-Cola.
Letter from the Editor
There are times when Penn seems like a bad sitcom, with characters exaggerated to the point of absurdity.
Letter from the Editor
A 21st birthday is a coveted thing. Friends who are already 21 finally welcome you into their special club - more commonly known as Mad4 - and friends who have yet to reach this arbitrary legal cut-off look with envy as you waltz into Wine & Spirits, fully confident in your purchasing ability. But a girl's 21st birthday can mean more than vodka.
Letter from the Editor
Once upon a time (say, this past Saturday night at the Iron Gate Theatre), the all-female South Asian dance troupe PENNaach presented their amazing spring show.
Letter from the Editor
Newsflash: today is February 14. And you know what that means. It's two days past Abraham Lincoln's birthday.
Letter from the Editor
At Penn, it seems that living off-campus is the thing to do. You can't escape the hype. Think you're safe during a harmless, hung-over search for challah French toast?
Letter from the Editor
It's time for a PSA, afterschool-special style. Yes, this is a public service announcement, dear readers, that tomorrow is February 1st: the big 02/01/08.
Letter from the Editor
I've been electrocuted. Twice. And these two instances were within twenty seconds of each other. Apparently, if you have a laptop on your lap, you should not try to turn on a lamp at the same time.
From the editor
'Tis the day after Halloween and all through Upenn Not a creature is stirring, not even Ol' Ben. The costumes are thrown on the floor with no care As the memories of last night, twirl in the air. Bumble bees, kittens, pumpkins, the like, That girl dressed as a homeless man outside of Pike. HO-lloween, HO-lloween, HO-lloween, you see, Is a holiday for girls to dress really skanky. Boys too, don't forget, dress with great decadence, So trust me, as I do try to convince, That this HO-liday of sorts, this great pumpkin night, Has turned into a shit-show, oh believe me, I'm right. If you're curious if your costume will make the cut, Just make sure that whatever you are is prepended with slut. Slutty pirate, slutty crayon, even slutty Bo Peep With her slutty little cane, and her slutty little sheep. Boys walk around with capes, their chests mostly bare, Girls do the same, but expose their lower derriere.
From the editor
Dear Penn arquitectural community, We have not ever formally been introduced, but, if my sources are correct, you design buildings around campus or watch, in a quiet silence, as they are built.
From the editor
Hello. To save room on all formalities, I say we just jump right in and get started. Ladies and gentlemen, there is a saying that goes something like: the gods were bored and so they created man.
From the editor
Dear my esteemed readers, Welcome back for what is going to be another most fantastic 20 pages of your life.
From the editor
Hello. Welcome back, and if you are new to us, you are probably picking up on something right about now.Thursday = 34th Street.
From the Ed
Listen up, readers, lend me your ears and your eyes for just a moment. This, here in your very hands, is a magazine called 34th Street Magazine.
