Playlists
On the verge
It's a foggy night in Philadelphia, mid-week, cold, humid, not at all favorable conditions for going out.
Editor's Picks
Bright Eyes, I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning I have a theory for how Conor Oberst writes songs.
Shoutouts Spring 2005
Editor's Note: Because of sheer volume, Street could not publish every shoutout received. However, let it be known that by popular demand, Wharton douchebags, blonde nursing students and people with abrasive voices should stop talking in classes.
10 most overrated albums of all time
Overrated. This term is most often uttered in one of two situations. Situation one: A new band is getting an incredible amount of press for their debut album.
We heart the amish
It's almost hard to believe that only 10 minutes from campus, tucked inside an old train station downtown, is a culinary treasure that can rival any farmer's market in the country and put Penn's food cart collection to shame.
You a Ho
To set it straight, Born into Brothels will make you feel guilty if you're expecting dirty distraction.
Wait, Where's Jim Carrey?
Never has Jim Carrey's penchant for physical humor been demonstrated more clearly than in 1994's The Mask, when he played Stanley Ipkiss' bedeviled character with unparalleled aplomb.
It's that Special Time of Year
I don't blame us. We're products of an MTV phenomenon; a generation enthralled by glossy magazine covers and the cheapest road to fame.
Keanu Reeves still can't act
Constantine is intense. Intense like that shady guy standing outside Wawa on Spruce and 38th, intense like the lines for elliptical machines at Pottruck, intense like ... well, you get the point.
To tan or not to tan?
It's probably a good idea not to get tanned before you get tanned (and by tanned we mean tanned and also drunk), as was initially the premise of this pre-Spring Break tanning investigation, because the whole thing is a lot more complicated than you might think.
How to: Get sprung
Ever since my parents found out about the Internet, and, clever elders that they are, realized they could read my contributions to Street online, penning my Spring Break memoirs has risks.
French ambition
I remember my first freedom kiss Those snooty French may hate us uncouth and vulgar Americans, but freedom fries sure taste sweet.
Back up in yo' Face
It's two o'clock in the afternoon at the Ritz-Carlton, and action star Tony Jaa, promoting his new movie, Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior, is still without lunch.
From the editor
The first time Trina and I talked, things seemed bad. Okay, they didn't seem bad. They seemed awful.
Six degrees of President's day
President George W. Bush spent most of the '80s watching Alf, Who eats cats like MC Hammer, Who is (morally) bankrupt like America, Who is one nation, under God, Who is the creator of all things (including parachute pants, puppies, paganism, alliteration and George Washington). Yona's favorite song is "Mambo #5" by Lou Bega, Who has never met Derek Jeter, Who has the same first name as Derek Zoolander, Who is a assassin/male model like John Wilkes Boothe, Who (apparently) was roommates with Abraham Lincoln in college.
Spiking The Punch
In his newsboy cap and jeans, Spike Lee saunters onto the stage in a packed Zellerbach auditorium. He seems irritated that he has to engage an audience of eager and inquisitive fans and scholars.
In whetted bliss
"Fill every beaker up, my men, pour forth the cheering wine: There's life and strength in every drop -- thanksgiving to the vine!" As a solo diner while the feast of lovers relentlessly approaches, I find solace reading these words printed on the inside cover of the menu at Bliss.
The Garden of Eatin'
We were going to go abroad first semester junior year, but we decided to go to the Olive Garden instead.
From the editor
There's something about that first warm day of spring at Penn. I don't know if it's because, as my friend Jessy claims, Philadelphia's spring is a weird, humid warmth that's unlike the Manhattan spring I'm used to, or if it's just because even the short winter at school feels oppressive.
