So, like, okay. It’s Shoutouts time again. So you probably won’t even be reading the following paragraph. You’ll just instantaneously wonder off and download the .pdf here.
But then, you’ll quickly realize that SHOUTOUTS won’t be online until this afternoon, PSYCHE! So you’ll be forced to pick up the print issue. Well, it’s a good thing it has some very entertaining things made special for you. Such as fantabulous Miss Julia Rubin, former Street Editor-in-Chief and this week’s stellar Ego Of The Week interviewee. We’ve also rounded up the freshest crop of upcoming summer music releases as well as a review of Australian thriller, The Square to tickle your fancy. Speaking of tickling … You might want to take a sneak peak at this week’s True Life …
Before you get your knickers in a twist, shoutouts will be hitting the 34st.com website by this afternoon.
Hurrah, Hurrah, Pennsylvania!
Given the trash we usually see littered on College Green, we’d be hard-pressed to believe many students observe Earth Day (well, aside from a couple). Since today, 4/22 is that day we celebrate the planet, here’s a bit of history that may shock you (it shocked me).
Did you know that Earth Week, and then eventually the international movement known as Earth Day, was started by a group of a Penn students? It’s true.
A committee of students and local folks organized Earth Week on Penn’s campus from April 16-22 in 1970. Eventually, the Penn group expanded to other nearby colleges as well as community organizations. The idea caught on, started to spread nationally, and here we are today.
So throw away your trash, kidz.
Man, it has been a while since we went to take you daughter kids to work day. Wasn’t it the best, just playin’ with your Dad’s beeper and skippin’ school?
Turns out today is take your kids to work day, and Penn Human Resources has all kinds of activities planned for the offspring of Penn’s employees. If anyone’s parents work here, we urge you attend. Just for kicks.
Because this is Penn, of course you have to register to take your kids to classes. Predictably, all the cool classes: Robotics, Cupcake Making with Aramark, Rock Climbing at Pottruck and a tour of the Veterinary hospital–are already full.
But no worries, a bunch of things that sound like living hell for any child are still open for registration! Kids, be sure to check out: Five Steps To Career Discover with Career Services (“It’s not too early to start thinking about the future. Career Services can help your child start the career planning process even now. Suitable for ages 12-15.”), Physics and An Insider’s Look at Exciting Careers in Law Enforcement .
Oh and, Handling Social Diversty, Peer Pressure–there’s a waitlist. Save us a spot!
See you guys there!
Yesterday, seniors got the low down on their role in Hey Day 2010. But, Hey Day is really all about the junior class, after all. Here’s a quick breakdown of what’s going for the Class of 2011 on this Penn-tastic day.
BEFORE FRIDAY All juniors who want to participate in the Hey Day Picnic and Procession must sign the Hey Day Pledge. We’re all for the class board’s efforts to make HeySAFE happen, but enforcing this one seems pretty tough.
THURSDAY, 1-7 pm Hey Day packages are on sale on the second floor of Houston. $15 buys you this shirt. $30 and you get a styrofoam hat, cane and sunglasses. Those extra $15 are totally worth the 50+ Facebook photos of you in Hey Day attire.
FRIDAY, 11 am-2pm Hey Day Picnic @ High Rise Field. You can also redeem your hat, cane and sunglasses during this time. Drunkenness, excessive photos, and freshman hall mate reunions are sure to ensue.
FRIDAY, 2:15-2:45 pm Hey Day Procession. This year’s path starts at the High Rise fields and ends at College Hall, where Amy G will speak. Like Convocation, but without the bomb desserts.
FRIDAY, post 3 pm Nap. Rally.
We’re still trying to figure out what the hell just happened here. Like… what? These awesome “activists” are apparently fighting back against the recent health violations by… stealing ice cream. And putting up a poster. About turd. Bonus points for the creative costumes!
Vigilantes, we salute you for taking a stand against one of the most important issues in the world. Keep fighting the good fight, and don’t let the [Gut]man[n] keep you down. PS- to the dancing afro: hope we see you out on the floor. You got sick moves.
After much speculation, the good folks at City Tap House have sent out official word that the indoor-outdoor pub, located on the second floor of the Radian, will be opening on Monday, May 10. Never mind that this date is nearly a year after it was first rumored to open its doors, their lengthy press release got us psyched for what’s to come! The restaurant is said to feature an “island” bar with 60 taps, 120-seat dining room, open kitchen, and two outdoor terraces complete with five stone fire pits. There will also be two semi-private grottoes and a semi-private elevated lounge. Swanky!
The drink menu includes a number of seasonal and local beers, as well as wine by the glass and “festive cocktails”. Culinary Director Brian Cooke (formerly of The Fountain Restaurant) and Executive Chef Al Paris will be serving up American pub fare on the restaurant side. Dishes include Crispy Gulf Oysters, Center-Cut Pork Chop, Roasted Local Beet Salad, and a variety of pizzas. Prices will range from $6 for Hand-Cut Sweet Potato Fries to $29 for Grilled Bone-In-Rib-Eye dinner special.
Read after the jump for the full press release. Our favorite parts include the “timber-framed interior with a natural color scheme outfitted by reclaimed wood from old barns” and “open-air views of the High Rises and Dubois Walnut Street and beyond”. Normally we’d judge, but the combo of pretentiousness and booze should find them right at home on Penn’s campus.
The title was a little alarming, warning Seniors to “Pick Up College Graduation Dangerous Weather Tickets.” While this could also sound like a really cool concert, perhaps an additional graduation perk, it’s really just a little premature graduation preparation:
Your guests will need these tickets only if severe weather and dangerous conditions (continuous downpour and lightning) necessitate moving the ceremony to the Palestra, where space is limited.
As if navigating parents and siblings and g-parents around campus wasn’t hard enough, now Penn is asking us to choose our two favorite. The horrors!
Given Penn’s demographics, we were a little surprised that this idea hadn’t come along sooner. According to a Facebook event, Friday will be the first night you can satisfy that hankerin’ you’ve always had– cocaine attention late-night bagels!
The bagels are from Bagel Boss, a Long Island favorite, which boasts deliver-ability across the country. Ordering bulk Bagel Boss and re-selling to Penn kids in the wee hours… clever, Late Night Bagels! We see what you did there.
The price and menu are still forthcoming, so check the event for updates. In the meantime, practice saying “schmear” to yourself so the deliverer can’t tell you haven’t been to synagogue in three years.
We were alerted this morning to a post on New York party/photo blog Guest of a Guest, a post which carries the title “UPenn’s Drunken Festival Relieves Students’ Stress.” Drawing pictures from a Fling Facebook album or two, Guest of a Guest mocks the weekend’s antics in the Quad and around campus. All in all, it’s pretty innocuous, save for one photo with a beer bottle and some dude’s head up a chick’s skirt.
The post is of that “hey let’s mock college but also be nostalgic because real life sucks” variety, with its lines like, “If only we could stay in college forever…oh the sloppy mistakes we’d still be making.” Anyway, we got to wondering how the post’s author, Liz Jeneault, ended up in Penn Facebook albums–and who exactly she was. A simple tap o’ the Google informed us of Liz’s identity, as a freshman at NYU. According to Ms. Jeneault’s LinkedIn, she’s a freshman Journalism major who “would ideally like to have an internship every semester, for the rest of my college career” and is interested in “new-age media.” We are all down with ambition, but cool it with the pangs of college nostalgia until you’ve graduated.