FYI In Latin Is...?
(05/16/09 2:05am)
Just so all you graduating seniors know, apparently your diploma is in Latin. And apparently this is a bit unusual. And quite pretentious.
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Just so all you graduating seniors know, apparently your diploma is in Latin. And apparently this is a bit unusual. And quite pretentious.
Penn InTouch is currently unavailable, no doubt due to thousands of undergrads trying to access their transcripts in hopes of seeing their spring grades. The powers that be seriously need to come up with a better system.
The Excelano Project kids are cooler than you are. We've loved on them before, and we're going to do it again. Because the EP's own Josh Bennett performed at the White House yesterday. For Barack Obama, the coolest president...ever. Alongside James Earl Jones, aka DARTH VADER. So yeah, there's a whole lot of cool factor going on.
Sometimes the Philadelphia Inquirer writes stories that make it painfully obvious that they just don't quite get Penn. (For example, that silly article about Shoutouts.) Today the Inky printed a piece entitled "Race to College: Ali's Choice," in which high school senior Ali reluctantly decides she likes Penn despite Cornell being her first choice (!). We feel this chick's agony (okay, not really...we applied early) — the college admissions process sucks. But the Inquirer paints Penn as a place people are settling for.
Earlier this week we told you about Marathon's newest frozen yogurt flavor. There is a new development in this fro-yo saga, however. Marathon has cancelled all of its old flavors (vanilla, chocolate, cookies and cream, and peanut butter) in favor of all-new organic flavors. So far they're serving up plain, mango, and raspberry, and they're expecting a shipment of strawberry next week.
For us Streeters, the Sunday edition of the New York Times makes every weekend a bit like Christmas. We devour the Style section, searching for Penn mentions in the wedding announcements and familiar faces in Bill Cunningham's photos. We check to see if a professor of ours has made it into the Book Review or written something for the Arts section. We attempt the Sunday crossword, and we sneak a peak at those newsy sections, too.
A couple of months ago, Street ran a fabulous feature about Isaiah Zagar, the dude responsible for South Street's Magic Gardens. The piece made mention of In A Dream, Zagar's son Jeremiah's documentary about his father's work and his parent's marriage. After making its rounds on the festival circuit, the film opened in Philly in April. Here is the trailer:
Penn gets rather benevolent during reading days, providing snacks and tutors and the like to us stressed-out undergrads. A tipster informs us that just like last semester, Houston is offering free fountain drinks after 4 p.m. for the next week.
There's a new bank in town. While us Penn kids have had to make the oh-so-tough decision of entrusting our monthly allowances to either PNC or Commerce TD, we will now be able to count Bank of America as another option. It appears as though BOA (that's what our super cool Whartonite friends call it) is setting up shop in some of that undeveloped Radian retail space. Now the question is whether or not it will open up before our favorite gelato place.
Once upon a time, Street named Marathon frozen yogurt the finest in all the land. Well, it looks like they've finally caught up with the latest fro-yo trend: tart frozen yogurt a la Pinkberry. This earth-shattering news made its way through sorority listservs a few days ago. But alas, we have yet been able to sample said tartness as Marathon has a nasty habit of running out of stuff. A lot. So does the newest flavor make the cut? Hit us up in the comments.
What did we see on Chancellor tonight? No, not Hoodie Allen. This totally bizarre flyer:
Fisher Fine Arts does most things right. One thing it still needs to master? Temperature control. The last round of reading days saw FFA turned into a veritable icebox. This round of reading days, FFA is feeling more than a bit sauna-like. A sign posted yesterday reads:
Proving that nothing is sacred (or recession-proof), it seems our beloved Transit has closed. We have crushed on our favorite Spring Garden haunt time and again, and never did we think this could happen. We were a little suspicious when Milkman was moved from Transit to Palmer Social Club (its ugly stepsister across the street), but our biggest fear was confirmed this week. According to Citypaper: Looks like Transit, the Sixth and Spring Garden dance hall owned by the Weiss Bros (Pure, Woody’s, Bump) is no more. Yet, their neighboring Palmer Social Club flourishes. Go figure. I hear that a Weiss management team took out all equipment from the towering venue once known as The Bank (under Stephen Starr’s reign). Though the venue hasn’t operated as a regular-hours club, it has opened its doors to Making Time and Paperstreet events. Not enough ducats for the brothers Weiss, apparently, as rumor has ’em not renewing their lease. We can't imagine someone else won't snatch up the awesome space, but for now we are in mourning.
For those of you who don't know, Passover is a holiday that lasts a whole eight days. That means eight days without Chipotle burritos, eight days without Greek Lady pita, eight days without beer. But fear not, Jewish Quakers (!): everyone's favorite neighborhood bakery has some satisfying KFP (that is, Kosher For Passover) items for you.
Another Beige Block sighting had us confused this week. On our walk to class we realized that there were two pairs of shoes hanging from the telephone wires at the intersection of 41st and Chancellor.
Last month we told you about a little ditty by Penn alum and Theos bro DJ Lubel entitled "Murray Hill." To refresh your memory, said song pokes delicious fun at the horrible post-Penn fate that is New York's Murray Hill neighborhood. Lubel has now made a music video to accompany his masterpiece.
As you know, we love Beige Block. So we were delighted to see the sudden addition of bright yellow umbrellas on the west side of 41st Street between Walnut and Locust.
We love Transit. We love it so much we included it in our Best of Penn survey this year. Our scenester friends love it. Our hipster friends love it. Sure, we've heard there are bullet holes in the back door, but whatever. The Spring Garden warehouse-y space is awesomely conducive to huge, sweaty dance parties, and the bars are perfectly spaced along the periphery. Plus the lack of tables makes it oh-so-democratic, not to mention easy to navigate in stilettos.
Yesterday we taught you all about brackets. Today our friends over at the DP did us one better and obtained Amy Gutmann's bracket. Seriously.
Yeah, everyone's talking about it. Facebook is obsessed with Twitter.