With decisions coming back this week from the Ivies, tensions are running high, but not among whom we’d expect. Alums are feeling the stresses too. Turns out those interviews we worried over for days beforehand– painstakingly picking out “appropriate” outfits, wondering, “How will I know it’s them?” at the crowded Starbucks– meant as much to us as it did the kindly latte-laden alumni. Why?
After a long, depressing break, Street is finally back with a whole new staff and slew of arts and culture. Mhm girl, it’s been a big week.
We bring you all of rush’s top gossip, and an inside chat with Panhel’s Recruitment VP and our EOTW, Meredith Bress. She’s certainly got a lot to say about the Jersey Shore (don’t we all).
But if that’s not your thing, fear not because Arts brings us something totally Lady Gaga–esque: an art show based on meat. We’re hoping this modern art is E. coli free. Speaking of meat, have you heard Kanye and Jay–Z’s H.A.M.?
Good thing our centerspread brings you to an after–school program in Fishtown where kids of all ages get their rock on and jam out as a way to stay out of trouble. Literally — it’s School of Rock. Let’s just hope these kids enjoy our Brussels sprouts recipe of the week.
But even if they don’t, there are certainly No Strings Attached. Cheers to you dear readers and our new year’s resolutions!
Times are tough these days. Breadlines are longer than ever and even though shantytowns are where all the rebels hang out, we’re really missing four walls and a roof. Damn. Anywho, this week Street attempts to brighten your day and show you the joys of this depressing life! Deal or New Deal?
In reality, Hoovervilles aren’t that bad. You can find love (and syphilis) there. Pinky promise. But have no fear, we caught up with Eleanor Roosevelt who drunkenly divulged her family recipe for Jell–O salad — it involves lots and lots of mayo.
But what we’re all wondering is what the HECK will our beloved Pennsyl–vain–i–a look like in 2010?! Here are our guesses. We can ponder these and other philosophical thoughts while listening to big (and small) band music. Oh yeah, and Hollywood is gay.
Philly is just booming with fun characters these days. Lenny the Cabbie discusses famous art… in common man speak. So it makes sense, you know? But he lost his dame to some a–hole with a Charlie Chaplin mustache.
Ugh, when will this horrid year be over? Oh right, in January. See you then, suckas!
We did some serious investigate reporting (read: eating) at the “new” Greek Lady this morning and were pleasantly surprised to find the prices haven’t budged and the menu changed only slightly. We were greeted by a spankin’ new laminated breakfast menu and an Ancient Grecian aesthetic. Could this really be the same Greek Lady (@ Penn) we’d all grown to love? Judging from the same omelets, french fries and salads our favorite lady has indeed, stayed true to her roots.
Loyal readers, you’ve probably noticed that UTB updates have been sporadic since finals, but we’d like to reassure that we’re still here, ready and willing to help you procrastinate. On that note, we’ve got a few housekeeping-type announcements:
"Tell Jesus the Button is back."
We need your tips! With the UTB staff and Penn in general scattered across the world, we’re still getting used to keeping tabs on a less-concentrated-but-no-less-ridiculous student body. You can help us with that by sending us your tips, and sending ‘em early and often. And while you’re at it, add us to your gchat list and freaking IM us already, we’re hella bored. Now remember, geniuses, it’s underthebutton AT gmail.com.
We need new writers! We’re always looking for new blood here at UTB, and some of you may have a lot more free time now that it’s summer and you’re unemployed/your a capella group practices ended/your girlfriend dumped you. Or maybe your life isn’t pathetic and you want to write for us anyway, that would be fine too! We’re especially interested in some dispatches from incoming ’13s. Hit us up.
We want to know what you’re up to. In the vein of our short-lived and generally unsuccessful series on “Abrogs,” we want to start up a little feature on people that are doing cool things with their summers. Are you interning for Obama? Have you improbably scored a gig as Bernie Madoff’s manservant? Or perhaps you are friends with Obama interns and Madoff manservants. Either way, we need to know about it.
We have new summer editors. Devoted readers of this blog will recognize the bylines of Hillary Reinsberg and Charlotte Borgen, both of whom have been upgraded to Summer Editors. They will be around, joining the gang you know and love: associate eds Lauren Lipsay and Jessica Goldstein, all-knowing editrix Julia Rubin, our regular slate of contributors, and your lowly UTB Editor (that’s “emeritus” now, trust), whoever-the-hecksky that is.
And there you have it, Earthquakes. E-mail us immediately.
Penn has an official Commencement Twitter, and as much as we love A. J. Snyder (said Twitter’s most prolific contributor), we will be tweeting it ourselves, @underthebutton. Tune in for tonight’s College graduation ceremony (John Legend!) and tomorrow’s Commencement ceremony (Eric Schmidt!).
Late, for a very important date.
Capogiro, the delicious gelato shop that was set to open in the Radian in late April, did not in fact open in late April. Now that it’s early May, we were hoping the grand opening would be sometime soon, but when we snuck a peek yesterday, we left with a less positive outlook.
Did you know shoutouts are due today? Well, they are, so send ‘em in. Did you know that there’s a big article about said deadline in today’s Philadelphia Inquirer? Well, there is. It begins:
At this very moment, hundreds of Penn students are hunched over their computers, furiously composing pithy bits of prose that they hope to get published in the Shoutouts section of 34th Street, the Daily Pennsylvanian student newspaper’s weekly magazine. Today at noon is the deadline for the much-anticipated, once-a-semester feature.
Wrong, Inquirer, wrong! At this very moment, hundreds of Penn students are in fact still lying in bed, hungover and recovering from Fling. “Pithy bits of prose” sounds nice, but most submissions are more along the lines of “illiterate Engineer utterances.” (Don’t worry, we <3 them all.) And a noon deadline? Hah. Everyone knows that deadlines are negotiable — we’ll be accepting shoutouts all day. Read the rest of this entry »
Shut up. Shut up. You had us at [sign language hello]. Today, 34th Street endeavors to communicate with you beyond our usual prose stylings. In our cover story, read about the American Sign Language program, which is mos def and mos deaf one of Penn’s most vital. Insiders’ tip: the signs on the cover of the magazine (and at right) spell out STREET! Now you can spell out other words using the letters S, T, R, and E, like REST or STRESS. But hahaha, rest and stress are irrelevant for the next four days, ’cause it’s Fling! ‘Tis the day before fling, in fact, as our editor’s letter expresses in verse. We’ve also got a comedic faceoff in Ego, an ode to Ashlee “yes, you’re that obvious” Simpson (post 7th Heaven, pre Mrs. Wentz), a Fling weekend culinary primer, and ever so much more. So pick up the magazine, goshdarnit!
And don’t forget about our writers’ meeting tonight, 6:30 at 4015 Walnut. You are allowed — nay, encouraged — to show up drunk.
$23, sweeeet! Almost as sweet as an Akon wristband
Public service announcement: don’t forget about our contest, your only chance to score a wristband for the Spring Fling concert. The deadline for submissions is Friday at 5 p.m.
