1. Last year the cops came and shut us down at 1am, a badge of honor for any block party planner. This year we’re looking for a repeat.
2. This year we invited twice as many people and purchased three times the food. You do the math.
3. My really creepy neighbor moved so we don’t have to worry about shiver inducing eyes pearing from behind blinds. SCORE
4. We co-ordinated with Art Bazaar so that you can spend the afternoon buying hand made crafts and your evening on Orkney St eating our free food and drinking our free beer.
5. Spontanous dance parties featuring artists like the Go-Team and Kanye with a little Justin mixed in to keep the girls happy.
How Not to be a Fool:
Show up to 1016 N. Orkney Street in Northern Liberties between 4 and 11pm this Saturday May 31st. Bring friends and whatever particulars you would like to share. Guests are encouraged. Parking on 5th and on Girard.
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I’m the type who’d be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn’t going to. I’m the type who’d like to sit home and watch every party that I’m invited to on a monitor in my bedroom
—
Andy Warhol prophesying of the coming of
Twitter 20+ years before the first tweet was sent. Which begs the question, what was the the first tweet sent? Mmmmmm … I’ll have to look into this.
S.N.A.F.U.
Situation Normal: All Fouled Up
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There are other variations of this acronym that use words that rhyme with duck but I thought it would be best to keep it PG.
“Most reference works, including the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, supply an origin date of 1940-1944, generally attributing it to the U.S. Army. Rick Atkinson, in The Day of Battle: The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943-1944 (The Liberation Trilogy) ascribes the origin of SNAFU, FUBAR and a bevy of others to cynical GI’s ridiculing the Army’s penchant for acronyms.” - Wikipedia
- approaching the halfway mark, City Hall.
Top Ten reasons I’m Running the Philadelphia Broad Street Run Again Next year:
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Running with 22,000 people is like being swept up in a living river of sweaty human beings. The momentum alone is enough to carry you through.
- Being served cold beer in small cups by Temple students deadens the pain in my knees enough to finish.
- Watching the homeless scream with wild abandon and realizing they were cheering for me.
- Literally running into Governor Rendell at full stride and only being able to muster an awkward “Hey … Edward?!”
- Getting random schwag including an obligatory T-shirt and a not so expected bottle of Calcium Supplement.
- Who else out of 22,000 people running will tweet as they run?
- All you can eat Philly Soft Pretzel buffet when you finish.
- Having the opportunity to unexpectedly run the whole race with my cousin from Kentucky (unexpectedly met 1 mile in, finished side by side)
- Hearing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ playing from the ether as you run through Philly (I’m pretty sure it was coming from every open window on Broad).
- Discoverig that I’m a little tougher then I expected (not much)
I’m Out Like A Clinically Obese Kid in Dodgeball
— My brother and I are now departing for a ten day whirlwind-tour of the mother land (literally). Dublin, Liverpool, Newcastle and Edinburgh. Trite and insepid posts to resume here on, or after or before April 25th (how’s that for commitment).
I’m not sure but I think one of the hipsters in the front row just had an aneurysm during the last guitar riff.
— my acute observation during last night’s
Explosions In The Sky concert. Do yourself a favor and experience them before you’re too deaf to appreciate it.
