Julia Rubin


Defibrillator: The Libertines, "Up the Bracket" (2002)

By the time I entered high school, I was already months into the greatest love affair of my lifetime.

From the Editor: 4.23.09

With Fling (regrettably) over and reading days just a week away, I sat down to write this semester’s last letter with a mild case of writer’s block.

From the Editor: 1.29.09

“Isn't having a letter from the editor on the first page of your magazine self-indulgent?” This was the question I was posed last month by a fellow editor at a peer publication.

From the Editor: 4.2.09

We love lists. We love making them, reading them, crossing things off of them. Each issue of Street starts with a story list and ends with a production checklist.

From the Editor: 2.12.09

With everything awash in red and pink during this most hallowed/dreaded of Valentine’s weeks, my thoughts turn to soulmates of the fictional variety, those people you just know you’re meant to be with… if only they were, you know, real.

From the Editor: 2.5.09

Fact: Penn is an incubator for weirdos, myself included. I do all kinds of weird stuff. I won’t eat food kept in refrigerators.

Deluge Of Rouge

At Penn, weekends are more than just a reprieve from a stressful week of classes, midterms and the like.

Just Another Hipster's Paradise

There is something deliciously ironic about the I. Goldberg Army and Navy store, namely that it is — of all things — a hipster’s paradise.

Style On The Square

Standing in the boutique that bears her name, Joan Shepp explains this among racks of Ann Demeulemeester tailored jumpsuits and Rick Owens draped jackets.

From the Editor: 3.19.09

In an effort to make flying a little more pleasant this spring break, I decide to pack light. I threw a few sweaters, some jeans and a couple pairs of sneakers in a bag and headed to good ol’ PHL International.

From the Editor: 11.12.09

Last week I attended my first preceptorial ever. It’s not that I hadn’t wanted to go to one before this semester, but rather I was systematically shut out of every cheese-tasting, Barnes Foundation-going, ceramics-learning preceptorial imaginable for the past six semesters.

From the Editor: 9.24.09

As humans, we are all driven by fear: fear of loss, fear of failure, fear of insignificance. But we college students (or, at least, we Penn students) are driven by another type of fear: the fear of missing out.

From the Editor: 1.22.09

While some of you frolicked in Cabo or hobnobbed in Aspen, I spent most of winter break holed up in bed (thanks Streptococcus pneumoniae!) in the ’burbs of the Midwest.

From the Editor: 9.17.09

Let’s be real: freshmen are on the bottom of the food chain. Most arrive at Penn without any friends, some have to live sans AC in Hill and pretty much none can get into Smoke’s.

From the Editor: 2.19.09

When I was the Ego editor way back in the fall of 2007, my co-editor Chloé and I came up with a slew of questions that we routinely asked our Egos of the Week.

From the Editor: 10.22.09

Thanks to three consecutive midterms, I ended up spending Fall Break in Philly. I don’t even know if it could be called a break (how Penn thinks that canceling Monday’s classes constitutes a vacation is beyond me), but it did allow for some quality time with my equally midterm-challenged roommates.

From the Editor: 4.9.09

This week, my favorite pair of jeans died. RIP black ankle-length skinny jeans with the contrast stitching.

From the Editor: 11.19.09

Oh, Shoutouts, you are a fickle mistress. Some people think you are too mean. Some people think you are too tame.

From the Editor: 11.5.09

However paradoxical it may seem, college has made me and my friends much less crazy, at least as far as school is concerned.

From the Editor: 4.16.09

Twas the day before Fling, and up to campus’s edge, Not a creature was stirring, not even a pledge. The booze had been smuggled into the Quad with care, In hopes the RAs wouldn’t know it was there. The students in class wished they were in their beds, With visions of fried Oreos dancing in their heads. Tonight’s festivities would include a downtown jaunt, Mashups and dancing at our fave nighttime haunts. Papers and exams seemed so very far away, Kegs and eggs is how kids would choose to start their day. Friday would bring inflatables and the yummiest of food, A cappella performances would help complement the mood. Fling wouldn’t be complete without a funnel cake or two, Not to mention a trip to the Zete petting zoo. The DP’s Quad booth promised photos and more, Oh, there’s such well-deserved fun in store! The Green would be filled with lots of earthly delights, (Study the back of our insert so you don’t miss the sights.) When nighttime cometh, Akon would take the Fling stage, With the Guster boys in tow (check out our first insert page). But be wary, dear reader, of your Flungover state, Make good choices, drink water, be smart and be safe. And when Sunday comes, there is one thing you must do: Submit lots of Shoutouts, we want to hear from you! Stage Five Flinger, Julia

From the Editor: 10.8.09

For all of you non-journalism nerds, I apologize for the next 300 words, in which I will proceed to totally geek out.

From the Editor: 3.26.09

Every day professors tell us all kinds of crazy stuff that we are expected to believe, no questions asked.

Back In Black(Berry)

You know that Ego of the Week question, “There are two types of people at Penn …”? Well, after a little social experiment I took part in these past couple of weeks, I would divide Penn into BlackBerry users and everyone else. It’s no surprise that smartphones took over campus long ago, but I didn’t realize the ubiquity of the BlackBerry in particular until I suddenly found myself without.

From the Editor: 10.1.09

I went to my first Penn party the January of my senior of high school. Fresh off the high of my early admittance, I visited a friend from home who was a freshman living in the Quad, and took in all of Penn’s earthly delights.

Gettin' Chilly Wit It: Sprinkles Yogurt

About three years ago, Pinkberry — the LA-based purveyor of tart frozen yogurt — made its move east and subsequently inspired countless imitators.

Guilty Pleasures: Election (1999)

Election 1999 Alright, technically Election isn’t a guilty pleasure. With a 93% freshness rating on Rotten Tomatoes, this brilliant satire is nothing if not a cult classic and critical darling.

From the Editor: 10.29.09

Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. This is officially a non-exciting birthday. Who cares about 22? Nobody.

From the Editor: 2.26.09

I am a nomad. I have lived four different places in my not-quite-three years at Penn, not to mention the two summers I’ve spent in New York City dorms.

U City Dining Days

One of the best things about Penn is its Philadelphia locale, and one of the best things about Philadelphia is its food.

Joan Knows Best

Ten years ago, Joan Shepp single-handedly redefined how Philadelphians think about style. A decade later, her Walnut Street boutique stands as a model for luxury retailers. Shepp is often described in the same terms that are used to describe the coveted goods she sells: eccentric, brilliant and desperately chic.

From the Editor: 2.18.09

My friend Kara’s favorite game is to ask new acquaintances to describe in explicit detail what they would eat (every meal and in-between snacks!) if this was their last day on Earth.

Pro Kahn

Save for the occasional overly-contrived pop star, it wasn’t too long ago when cool chicks had a hard time asserting their dominance in a sea of musical testosterone.

Defibrillator: The Get Up Kids, "Something to Write Home About" (1999)

As a precocious 12-year-old at summer camp, I worshipped my 20-year-old senior counselor. She had a boyfriend and a tattoo and was impossibly cool.

R.I.P. Music Television

When I was a not-so-rebellious preteen, MTV was the coolest. My dad introduced me to The Real World and Spring Break, but it was the music videos that really got me.

From the Editor: 12.3.09

This is my last editor’s letter. Ever. Even though Street is printing next week, by then the new board will have taken over and I will be completely washed up.

From the Editor: Dining Guide, Fall 2009

I love steamed pork buns. They are my favorite food of all time. I had my first pork bun at New York's bun mecca, Momofuku, a few years ago, and I was instantly hooked.
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