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Today is Amy Gutmann's birthday, and we here at UTB want to wish her a very happy day of birth. We apologize for taco snafus of weeks past, and look forward to another year of Photoshop and holiday parties.
With sororities hosting Panhel-mandated open houses this weekend, we at UTB find this photo oh-so-appropriate. How fly were the ladies of the now-defunct Kappa Kappa Gamma, circa 1930? The hats! The shoes! The mink! They put today's Ugg-loving, Longchamp-toting sorostitutes to shame.
It's no secret that we love the Button. A lot. So we were disconcerted when we stumbled across this letter to the editor of the The Pennsylvania Gazette via an old class site of KWH guru/UTB friend Al Filreis. It appears as though this letter is at least a couple of years old. And what exactly does it say? Well...
Apologies for the picture quality, but this was just too good not to post. A tipster sent us this photo from the Wharton MBA lounge. First of all, we did not know these kinds of pencil sharpeners were still in existence. Secondly, exactly how necessary are these instructions? Whartonites may make bank, but College kids know how to sharpen a pencil. So at least we have that?
Oh, Taek Jho Low. We hardly knew you. Well, we actually didn't know you at all, since you graduated from Penn in 2004. But that doesn't matter, because you are the latest Penn alum to gain notoriety for your ridiculously excessive ways. Congratulations!
The Inquirer is reporting that the strike is over. Probably. We'll give you details as they come.
After a successful Homecoming, dutiful Penn students swarmed to Van Pelt, FFA and the like to catch up on all the work they didn't do earlier in the weekend. For those who wanted to stay close to their off-campus digs, Van Pelt West Saxby's was an obvious choice... until they stopped serving coffee circa 2 p.m. At least they posted this awesome sign:
Advanced registration begins tonight at midnight and ends on the 22nd. We know you've been mulling over next semester's schedule for more than a month, so now's the time to make some tough decisions (9 a.m. Wednesday recitation v. 1 p.m. Friday recitation??). Fulfill those requirements, finish that major and maybe take a Fine Arts class or two. May the class-picking force be with you.
For some, Homecoming means posting up at Mad4 and drinking a few too many margaritas. For others, it means the chance to assert our athletic dominance over our Ivy League peers. Well, it looks like we did both of these things today, as Mad4 was a madhouse and we beat Princeton like it was our job.
Girls just keep misplacing their undergarments, don't they? Last night a tipster spotted a bra on the stairs in Hillel:
In an hour, SEPTA's largest union, Transport Workers Union Local 234, will go on strike. According to the DP: All bus, subway and trolley services in the city will be interrupted by the strike. Regional rail service, most buses operating out of the 69th Street Terminal and “LUCY” buses, which run through University City, have crews covered by separate contracts and thus will continue operations. Information on service interruptions can be found here.
So the best thing ever happened on our way to Van Pelt just now. We were walking down the Walk, and we heard a faint drumming that got louder as we approached the library. Turns out Mex @ Penn and MEChA de Penn hosted traditional Mexican reenactors to perform a dance for Día de los Muertos.
Today we were picking up a Bella Donna (our favorite Magic Meatball incarnation) for lunch and came across a piece of information that could change the way food carts do business: Magic Carpet will now be taking credit cards.
Back in the day, students would perform a "snake dance" on Franklin Field after every football victory. Weird. But at least we know what we should be doing tomorrow.
Ah yes, it's that time again. What time, you may ask? Vagina time! Every spring Penn puts on performances of the Vagina Monologues, and every fall Penn students of the female persuasion clamor for a coveted spot among the vagina-loving cast.
Despite the fact that Penn keeps bragging about its lack of fiscal distress, this email leads us to believe otherwise:
Obama loves Penn performing artists. (Remember the Poetry Slam?) Last night Penn Masala performed at the White Houses's Diwali celebration. Former stoner/Penn prof Kal Penn provided the hookup, and the group performed two songs for the prez and his guests.
We bring you this picture (courtesy of tipster Lani Mandelbaum) of 230 S. 41st St., otherwise known as "The Dirty." We've heard of dumb house names before (The Bank, because it's a house full of dimes; The Asylum, because it's a house full of... crazy people?), but this one intrigues us because the inhabitants actually took the time to buy sticky letters from a craft store and brand their house as "The Dirty" for all of Beige Block to see.
What's with all the trolleys? We've noticed an increase in trolley activity around campus the past couple of weeks, but today it's out of control. According to SEPTA, all trolleys are being diverted to 40th and Market because of signal problems.
Fall is officially here. This means many things to Penn students: changing leaves on the Green, the return of sweaters, scarves and boots, Halloween slutacularness. It also means something else for College House residents: the switch from A/C to heat. While this change isn't as bad as the heat to A/C switch (does anyone remember the sweaty disaster that was Reading Days Spring '07?), it is still insanely complicated. See below.