Monthly Archives: May 2009

Matthew 18:6 Dude on South Broad

Anyone else see this guy walking on South Broad Street in the mornings? I’m thoroughly confused by his walking back and forth with the Biblical reference Matthew 18:6 taped to his back. There’s something else taped to his chest, but I missed that part. I keep meaning to ask him what the deal is, but I’m a) usually on my bike, b) a wee bit nervous. Anyone else know about this? Matthew 18:6 says “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” Dunno, that doesn’t really help me much, man. Sorry.

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Teeth, teeth, teeth

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So lately, I’ve had teeth on my mind. (So does Demi Moore apparently.)  No surprise considering I’m getting my wisdom teeth taken out in June. (Ouch!) Anyways, so I came across the story of 12-year old Deamonte Driver, a Maryland boy who died from an abcessed tooth. Preventative care (at an estimated $80) could’ve saved him. His family didn’t have access to those kinds of funds, or the appropriate care. He had two operations. Spend six weeks in the hospital. He died. Continue reading

Chocaholics Rejoice!

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I am impatiently waiting for Max Brenner’s Chocolate Restaurant to open at 15 & Walnut. (Or is it called the Max Brenner Chocolate Restaurant?) Haven’t heard of Max Brenner?

According to this New York Times article, one of his establishments is described as “part retail sweetshop, part café, and all slickly packaged cocoa-­scented theme park.” Sounds good to me. The joint is opening in Summer 2009, according to his website. And on the board outside the establishment, they’re apparently hiring servers. Anyone know the exact date? This Inquirer piece doesn’t tell much.  I could use some sweetness this summer. Continue reading

Why Family Planning?

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So why ‘Family Planning’? Why not ‘Birth Control’? I’m guessing ‘Family Planning’ is merely a euphemism. But I still never understood the term ‘Family Planning.’ Shouldn’t it be ‘Pregnancy Planning.’ Or ‘Baby Planning.’ Or ‘Child Planning.’ Why is it all about families? Continue reading

I want to be buried here

This past Saturday, I found myself at a country graveyard in New Holland, PA. I was visiting friends who moved from Philadelphia to the area. Turns out they live on a farm. A farm with a gorgeous grave yard.  Reminded me of this Thomas Gray poem. I want to be buried here. Seriously, do you think a Pennsylvania Dutch graveyard would have room for PG? More pictures on Flickr.

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Quotable Quotes from Brian Tierney vs. Will Bunch

And more in the John Yoo saga. My favorite lines from today’s WHYY Radio Times discussion featuring Brian Tierney and Will Bunch. (I left out the parts where Tierney spelled out philly.com three times.)

Brian Tierney says:

“I suggested John Yoo, but in the end it’s Harold Jackson who runs the editorial page.”

“John Yoo is a brilliant lawyer and legal scholar…”

“His [John Yoo’s] story is a terrific story in terms of immigrant parents coming to America…”

“He is an internationally recognized constitutional scholar…he appears in the NY Times, Wall Street Journal…” [On why the Inquirer chose to feature JY as a regular columnist.]

“We have really been excited about finding people who have an international present…but have a local presence as well…for instance Lisa Scottoline” [On why John Yoo is a real Philadelphian.]

“He [John Yoo] hasn’t been indicted and convicted…”

“I want to be blunt with you – in terms of the amount of traffic that I’ve received on this issue – there’s not been a huge amount of mail…”

“I want them to paint in the boldest possible colors…” [Regarding the Inky/DN bloggers/columnists]

“I want every person to love certain things and absolutely hate certain things.” [Regarding the Inquirer’s editorial page.”

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SEPTA Girl: Beginnings

Last Friday’s SEPTA Girl article:

“Perhaps it’s best to start at the beginning. When I was a girl of three, I lived with my parents and my older brother in the first floor of a row house on South Farragut Street in West Philadelphia. Occasionally, when my father was using the family’s orange VW Beetle or when my mom didn’t feel like driving, she would take me and my older brother on the Girard Avenue Trolley (Route 15).”

Read more at Phawker.