If you’re anything like me, your Thanksgiving means sleeping until noon, and then hanging around the house in pajamas. I ventured out to lunch, but it was cold out. And I don’t understand football.
So I tried to read some of my favorite blogs. Except THEY TOOK THE DAY OFF! Gawker and NYMag’s Daily Intel, among others, apparently didn’t get the memo that the internet doesn’t take national holidays. Gawker even put up a “programming notice.” Blasphemy!
Although I generally have mixed views towards the West Coast, I have to give it to Hollywood today. Perez Hilton is up and running!
I’m banking on tryptophan to cure my boredom by inducing sleep.
Street loves haikus. We write haikus about ingredients like quinoa and kid classics like applesauce. We even enjoy writing about people who write haikus.
But are you a haiku champion? Philly.com is making our favorite 5/7/5 beat syllable poems a competitive sport with its Live Haiku Challenge. From 12-1 PM each day, there is a topic that you can write a haiku about. All submissions are posted live, so you can see what the competition comes up with. It’s fun for all, but only the winner can declare: I AM HAIKU CHAMPION!
If you have a favorite haiku, share it with us in the comments!
Stuck in the Philly airport while your flight home is delayed? Have no fear: you can still Facebook stalk until your heart’s content. For free. Show your Penn ID at any info desk to receive a coupon for a free AT&T Wi-Fi On the Spot session. Though oddly sans Starbucks, at least Philadelphia International lets you surf in style.
Spring schedules are up! Add/drop, however, is not. Screwed with three classes and a 9 a.m. recitation? Looks like you (and me) will be hitting the refresh button all weekend long. Godspeed, and good luck.
On a Monday night, movie theaters are filled with my favorite kind of people: procrastinators who love movies. With the work load Penn gets sadistic pleasure from doling out, I don’t have time to put down the books and hit the Bridge in the middle of the week, let alone on the night I need to compensate for a particularly hedonistic weekend. And yet that is what I did last night: against my better judgment, I decided not to write my papers, do my reading, or study for my tests; instead, I saw Twilight. Will I regret this decision come T-Gives, when instead of seeing all my friends from home I am glued to my computer?
Hellz no.
Here’s the thing about Twilight. It’s hilarious. I spent two hours trying, and failing, to keep the volume of my laughter down, and fighting off muscle spasms caused by said laughter-stifling. I haven’t had such a good laugh since I watched Pierce Brosnan try not to throw up during his musical numbers in Mamma Mia! What with finals coming up, it was much appreciated. Read the rest of this entry »
Thanksgiving break is almost here, and all we want to do right now is eat candy and watch Love Actually. But while we’re feeling sentimental, we might as well tell you what (or, more accurately, who) we’re thankful for this year.
Kerry, Julia, and Sarah Beth: Because you make it happen.
Hillary: Because all the “Overheard at Penn” quotes ARE REAL.
Lauren: Because you spearheaded our doomed guerilla marketing scheme.
Raya: Because you’re a British person who wears scarves.
Eliza and Kristen: Because at the office your taste buds settle for DP pizza and FroGro birthday cakes.
Johann and Grace: Because the hipster music editor is our favorite meme of all.
Inna and Laura: Because Jebediah Street founded our great magazine.
Julie and Jessica S.: Because you’re the closest thing Street has to a vaudeville comedy act.
Jessica G.: Because we’re all in this together.
Ben: Because he’s got it like that.
Danyal: Because he wins Street’s “Spicy Curry Award.”
Jen and Pam: Because we secretly take pride in being Jackefman’ed.
Julie and Frances: Because this blog’s typos are not lucky enough to be fixed by you.
Sarah and David: Because without you, we’d have to rely solely on WikiCommons images.
We must now return to spazzing out about the end of the semester–posts may be sporadic over the next few days.
Dear Daniel,
We need to talk.
Things have been a little rocky with us ever since you landed Casino Royale. I probably shouldn’t have said that Pierce Brosnan will always be my favorite Bond, but I bet you’re glad that I talked you down from that bottle of L’Oreal Feria Espresso #47 now.
Since you’ve been dropping hints about it all month, I guess I’ll see Quantum of Solace sooner or later (a little needy, Dan, but whatever). I still think you’re trying to tell me something with that title. In fact, we probably both need some space. Your jokes about literally piercing people with your blue eyes have gotten old. They’re not lasers.
Anyway, I left a box of your things by the front door: CDs, t-shirts, Mr. Tinkles, soda, purple stuff, Sunny-D. Pick it up next time you’re in town. Oh, and I’m keeping the Aston Martin.
–Victoria T. Mazgalev
In case you’re lucky enough not to know anyone in a frat and thus haven’t been forwarded this news item by a million different listservs already, here’s the scoop: a Penn girl’s picture has landed on Playboy’s web site. This is a family blog, so we won’t post the saucier pictures, but here’s a link to the bikini shot.
Girlfriend looks good, but we don’t think this will score her any points in her apparent quest for that elusive law degree. Trying to take a page from Elle Woods, perhaps? We hear the more scandalous pics require a $20 membership on Playboy’s site.
Because nothing says tact quite like chickpeas.
Since Thursday, I have spent approximately 32 hours in Van Pelt. My breaks were for meals, sleeping, and meetings. Literally. As I read through my text books, made flashcards, wrote two papers, and prepared for presentations that should take me through the Monday after Thanksgiving, I acquired two tics: the instinctive looking up expectantly as I catch any tall boy in my peripheral vision, and–the more embarrassing one–impulsively texting boys from home in anticipation of a weekend of gluttony.
It started innocently with the love of my life from middle school. We have, for years, been in limbo with one another; one single, the other seeing someone, then it switches. Not since my bat mitzvah have I slow-danced with someone and really meant it. This text was an investment, on all accounts, since he’s in his first year at Goldman, and I am due to move to New York come June. Of course, being an investment big shot himself means he’ll be home for 20 hours. That led me to the high school friend with benefits. Read the rest of this entry »
Bright and early Sunday morning, 18,000 athletes congregated for the 15th annual Philadelphia Marathon.
Many more photos after the jump.
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ARRESTED. DEVELOPMENT. MOVIE. WILL. HAPPEN. I can’t even write about this. I just cannot verbalize my excitement. Any thoughts on the cast member who’s not signed on to the big-screen adaptation? My bets are on Michael Cera.
Now, we don’t mean to be inappropriate, but we felt just a bit awkward when we navigated over to the Penn website today and we were greeted by this curiously-angled picture.
We’d prefer to stick to pissing on that bronze-cast Benny boy, thank you very much.
We trust that you all got this e-mail last week:
The City of Philadelphia has notified Penn that the South Street Bridge will close for reconstruction beginning Monday, December 8, 2008.
The demolition and rebuilding of the bridge requires the complete closure of the structure between Convention Avenue and 27th Street, including the on-and-off-ramps connecting South Street and I-76.
Please be prepared for significant vehicular congestion throughout University City, as well as periodic traffic and parking changes in the vicinity of campus for the duration of this 24-month project.
Yep, two years without the bridge! It may not seem like this is going to have much of an effect of your lives, but trust us, this is going to be an epic pain in the neck. Seniors and juniors, use these next few weeks to say goodbye to a congestion-free campus for good, or at least until your first reunion.
College senior Noah Keil and College sophomore Charles Lynch rock out at the Mask and Wig Kick Off Bash, November 21, 2008.
