Archive for March, 2007

Dining Out For Life. April 26th.

Dining Out for Life is a national fundraising event created and launched by ActionAIDS in 1990. The fundraising concept is unique and simple: Area restaurants contribute 33% of their business on one day each year to organizations working on behalf of men, women, and children affected by AIDS. The event has grown exponentially every year. On the last Thursday of April, over 200 restaurants in the Philadelphia tri-state area and 1000 nationally hold Dining Out for Life.
Make reservations now at your favorite restaurant to support this worthy cause.

A short notice appearance

My sister called me this morning around 11 am to tell me that she and the band she’s been touring with have decided to make an unplanned stop in Philly this afternoon (she’s going to be here for a week in April, so it’s not like she wasn’t going to come and see me). They hope to get into the city by 3 or 4 pm and are planning to head over to Rittenhouse Square to be outside and play a little impromptu music. So if you happen to be in the area, stop by and listen to a bunch of Texans and one Oregonian play some folky bluegrass.

A new food obsession

I went to Tria (18th and Sansom) for the first time tonight (I know, I know, you’re all reading this and thinking, “what took her so long? That place has been around forever by now”). Well, it’s always seems a little snooty to me, but a friend had gotten a gift certificate from her boyfriend and invited me to go with her to have a couple of glasses of wine, a few items from the menu and and evening of catching up. I couldn’t say no.

We got a table outside and sat under a panel that radiated heat while the tickle of a breeze danced by. All the food was lovely, but I was particularly struck by the argula and beet salad. I can’t stop thinking about it. At the first spare moment I have tomorrow, I will be running out to get my hands on some beets, red onion and argula to see if I can’t recreate it (it also had chopped toasted almonds, chevre and a light dressing that wasn’t particularly tangy). I think I can do it. I must have that salad again by my own hands. I will let you know how it turns out.

“No, this is Afghanistan.”

99 murders so far this year, so the cops must be very busy trying to fight violent crime, right? As I’ve noted here before, response time to a 911 call can take as long as 3-4 hours. My goodness, then what would be so terrible as to warrant an immediate police response?


Jill Porter’s column, A night in jail, for a song, is a must read. At first it seems a simple overreaction, a young man from a local band is singing in Rittenhouse Square, under the impression that the noise curfew is 10:00 PM. After all, his band played in the park last summer until 4:00 AM without incident. This time he ended up spending the night in jail. The disturbing part is how the arresting officer Greg Wilkinson and the department handled the situation.

On April 26th, the TLA become Fillmore Philadelphia

Clear Channel, that vast blight on the music industry, has decided to change the name of long-time Philly institution, The Theater of the Living Arts. They are going to call it Fillmore Philadelphia. A name that is bland, blah and says so little about our city that they have to name us in the title.

I find this so infuriating. The TLA is a landmark. My mom used to go to shows there in the 1960’s. How can you change the name of a institution? They are stripping this venue of it’s uniqueness, giving it the same name that theaters in San Francisco, New York and Denver have. Why is it important to them have venues with similar names? It’s not going to change what shows come or how people view the space.

I’ve never been a big fan of renaming, although I’ve come to accept that it happens more frequently than I’d like (West River Drive to Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive for instance). But this seems to me to be totally unnecessary.

The Theater of the Living Arts Rebranded [Inquirer]

Red Sox or Phillies? More like sneakers or flip flops?

This is it. I am a huge Red Sox fan…in the parlance of our times…an AVID Sox fan. When they made that run in 2004 and won the World Series, it was easily one of the greatest stretches of time in my life. I watched nearly every game with my dad, except for Game 6 of the ALCS, which I watched in Boston with Mavo after seeing Death Cab for Cutie & Pretty Girls Make Graves. The game was in New York, but the bar in Boston, in the shadows of Fenway, was packed. The excitement: huge! Thinking back to those few weeks gives me goosebumps. Red goosebumps. My goosebumps are avid Sox fans as well.
So with that being said, the two games this weekend I’ll be going to at Citizens Bank Park, exhibition games between my beloved Red Sox and my new secret lover, the Phillies, is a pretty big thing. Yet that leads me to a subject that has created a stir in my apartment, with my girlfriend, at work, at school, and with anyone else I mention this too (except for Jeff who works at the office with me. He seems to really get it.) That subject is my new loyaltly to the Phillies.
See I moved down here at the end of last August. At that time the Sox were tanking and the Phils were making a late run for the playoffs. While at bars watching these games, I got caught up in them in a similar fashion to how I got wrapped up in the Ravens when I was in Baltimore and the Ravens won the SuperBowl. There is something infectious and fun about being right in the middle of a city which is kicking at a fever pitch because of their team’s success.
Over the winter I tried liking the Flyers, but tickets were too expensive. I gave the Sixers a shot, but the only game I went to was versus the Celtics and the highlight was sneaking into seats 8 rows up from the court. I like the Eagles, but goddamn they’re hard to route for. So I decided I would become a Phillies fan. I liked their team, Ryan Howard and Chase Hutley are incredibly likeable, and they have Jamie Moyer. Enough said. But as the season has gotten closer and my excitement has grown to a point where I have numerous Phillies’ schedules up around my apartment, concern has been raised by some people that I’m ditching the Sox.
This is absurd.
The Red Sox are number 1. But I feel that it is perfectly acceptable to like the Phillies because they are in a different league and except for this weekend’s series, the teams won’t play each other. But when they do, the answer is obvious. I cheer for the Sox. But other than that, I cheer for the Philles. Does this make sense? It should. See I fully intend to go to as many Phillies’ games as possible. Coming from Red Sox country, the idea of affordable AND easy to acquire tickets is unheard of. I still can’t fully grasp it. So with the intent of going to all of these games, I want to be emotionally involved. So I’m getting emotionally involved in the Phillies. I’m not turning my back on the Red Sox. When they’re on tv, I’ll watch and I’ll follow their games through newspapers and Sportscenter. But when not doing that, I’m all about the Phillies.
It’s like how I view footwear.
The Red Sox are sneakers, specifically the New Balances I borrowed from my roommate, Big White. I will wear those shoes year round, in any kind of weather. They are my number one, my go-to choice for footwear. Yet when maybe it’s too hot for sneakers, or I feel like spicing it up, I’ll wear flip flops (i.e. cheer for the Phillies.) I love flip flops, but they will always be in second place behind sneakers. By that rationale, my boots would be the Twins, or maybe the Astros. I guess that one depends. I’ll let you know.
So with that being said…this weekend is strictly a sneakers weekend. Go Sox! But next Wednesday, when I go see the Phillies and the Braves, it will be a flip flops night. It’s simple. I don’t know why people don’t understand.

NCAA PICKS: Florida and Georgetown. CHAMPS: Florida. MVP: Billy Packer
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: Midnight Marauders Tribe Called Quest
FOOD OF THE WEEK: Rice noodles.

The Garbage Train

Ah yes, the garbage train. It was only a matter of time before I posted a photo of this train here, since I cross over it every morning on my way to work (these tracks run along the Schuylkill River). And for some reason, my husband always points out the WM on the containers, so now whenever I see waste management, I think of him. Lovely. :) And now, when you see it in the mornings, you can think of us. You’re welcome.

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Foxy Mambo

Well, I’ve been out late three nights in a row*, so I have just finally caught up on this week’s performances from Dancing with the Stars. I’d already heard that local pro dancer Brian Fortuna and his partner, Shandi Finnessey had ended up sweating it out in the bottom two before Paulina and Alec were the first eliminatees for this season.

And although I haven’t yet watched the results show itself**, I’ve got a slew of theories about why Brian and Shandi might have had such a close call.

Lunch at the Logan Square Darling’s

Fellow metblogger Sherri and I met up for lunch today at Darling’s Cheesecake Cafe (why don’t they have a website?) up at 21st and Spring (I think it’s Spring anyway, between Race and the Parkway). Lunch was more than edible, in fact it was quite yummy. I got a sandwich called the Chicken Heloise, which had big chunks of white meat chicken, a slab of melted cheese, roasted red and banana peppers and horseradish sauce. I think it was supposed to have avocados on it as well, but I didn’t notice until I was half way through and didn’t feel like getting up and complaining. Sherri got the tex-mex, which was a nice-sized bowl of near-chili, served with melted cheese and tortilla chips. Sadly neither of us got any cheesecake.

Yo! Back door!

I would imagine that most people, especially those taking public transit often, or even every day, would know by now how SEPTA buses work. Even those ignorant or taking a bus for the first time should be able to read.

There is a bold sign above the rear door that’s rather hard to miss, as it’s usually eye level to someone waiting to exit the bus. This sign reads something like “wait for lights, doors open when bus stops”. Sometimes the opening is not immediate, and the lights linger for a few seconds before the doors actually open.

However, in the morning on my way to work, at each bus stop, someone feels the need to scream “Yo! Back door!” at the driver, sometimes even before the bus has come to a complete stop. Occasionally someone will also bang on the doors, attempting to push them open, also while yelling at the driver. Why, even the other day, I had a gentleman proclaim “back door!” for me!

Ordinarily I am not a patient person, but I’ve learned the way the buses work. I can wait the four seconds between the lights going on and the rear doors opening.

And, in the event that the driver didn’t realize I requested a stop (as often happens when the bus aisle is crowded and the view of the doors are blocked), I just exit the bus at the next stop. It’s never killed me to walk that extra block!

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