Clothespin, B. Krist for Visit Philadelphia | Doctored Paint Torch, Streets Dept.
I don’t have great taste in art. Or, maybe even worse, I don’t have any taste in art.
I have a couple of nice pieces courtesy of friends and family who haven’t yet realized their work is too good to give to me. But, left to my own devices, I gravitate toward the Basic Bitch Trifecta when decorating my walls: beaches, dogs and inspirational quotes. Part of me still misses my freshman dorm’s super-cheesy Audrey Hepburn print (another part of me misses it so bad that it’s in my Ikea shopping cart).
And so I’m never quite sure how to feel about some of Philly’s more abstract art. Is an oversized electrical plug art? Probably, considering it ended up in the Art Museum’s sculpture garden. How about a plastic, swirled dollop of paint? Perhaps. What if you dress up the dollop to look like the poo emoji? I’m going to go with definitely, but like I said, what do I know? Read more »
This past Saturday, more than 1200 alumni, faculty, and dignitaries attended the 250th Celebration Gala for the Raymond and Ruth Perelman School of Medicine — also known as Penn Med — held at the top of the Philadelphia Art Museum steps in the largest tent that’s ever been erected at that location.
It was an evening like no other filled with warm memories, reunions among faculty and alumni, and a concert by Harry Connick Jr., and grand fireworks display to cap-off the evening. The evening began with a cocktail party inside the Art Museum, where guests enjoyed pass hor d’oeuvres and cocktails. At 7:30pm, bagpipes made their way down the grand staircase guiding guests through the front doors and into the tent for dinner and the program, which included honoring a remarkable video called “The First”, which noted many of the remarkable achievements of the University of Pennsylvania’s school of medicine — including being the first medical school in the country. After the gala dinner, guests returned to the Grand Hall of the Art Museum for a dance party, and a VIP meet-and-greet with Connick.
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The cup of coffee you carry around Philly says a lot about you. In a city where no one smiles or, God forbid, says hello, it can quickly relay a good amount of information about strangers. I like to think of it as the human equivalent of a butt sniff – or rather, the Philadelphian’s equivalent of a butt sniff.
When I see Red Hook’s cute little cup parading down Fourth Street, I can’t help but admire its drinker. Not only did she resist the best muffin in town, but she went to a locally owned café and spent a little extra to support her neighbors. She’s socially conscious and expensive smelling, but not so much better than me that she remembered her reusable travel mug. Read more »
We are just over a week away from Spruce Street Harbor Park’s May 22nd opening, and the site is starting to take shape. The Delaware River Waterfront Corporation was nice enough to walk me around Spruce Street Harbor Park and the Summerfest roller skating rink today to show off some of the progress.
You can get a first glimpse of the park at the Endless Summer fundraiser party, held next Thursday, May 20th from 7pm to 10pm. Tickets are $20 and include a drink. DJ Foxx Boogie spins at the rink, while Ernest Stuart plays jazz at SSHP. Read more »
As far as holidays go, Mother’s Day is traditionally in the minor leagues.
It’s an important one, yes, but it barely takes up an entire aisle in CVS. No long weekend, no dead deity, no big deal.
Unless, of course, you’re going by social media standards. Because on Facebook and Twitter, Mother’s Day is apparently a High Holy Day of Sharing (and, possibly, caring).
Not that there’s necessarily anything wrong with that. After months of stalking your bar selfies and whiny status updates, your mom was probably delighted to spot herself in your new profile picture. If your partner granted you a tiny human over the past year, it’s more than appropriate to send a shout-out. You gave life to those kids and got them dressed for a family photo shoot before noon? Go ahead, lady — blow up my feed with your tiny army of brunch terrorists. You earned this.
That said, there was also some pretty questionable Mother’s Day posting this year. Do mom a favor and remember the following next time around. Read more »
About four years ago, my husband started telling me I could get a free iPhone whenever I wanted to. A couple of weeks ago, I finally did.
You can probably tell I’m no early adopter. It took me a really long time to get used to my flip phone. It’s partly because I didn’t use it much. I don’t like to talk on the phone, so I mostly used it for texting my kids and my husband. I did like to take photos of my garden and occasionally post them to Twitter, which is what made me finally break down and get the iPhone. The camera on my flip phone stopped working. I didn’t mind so much in winter. But when the full panoply of my tulips came out this spring and I couldn’t share it, I was bummed.
By then, I had an iPhone. When my son was home for spring break, he took the bull by the horns and, over my protests, ordered me one. He went back to school, and my iPhone arrived at the house a few days later. I didn’t bother to open the box. I knew that learning how to use it was going to be a huge pain in the ass, and except for the camera that didn’t work, my flip phone suited me fine. I didn’t need any apps to help me figure out what restaurant to eat at or what wine to pair with lamb chops or what dress would match my nice new apricot-colored sweater. Fifty-eight years of life experience was taking care of all that just fine.
So the phone just sat in its unopened box on the dining room table. Meantime, one day I was using the flip phone and noticed a piece of fuzz stuck in the camera lens. I extracted it with an X-acto knife, and suddenly the camera was working again. That made me even more unhappy that my son had ordered the iPhone, which I now didn’t need for anything. Read more »
A flier posted online for a the concert, which police (and Sheryl Crow’s camp) say the singer was not booked to perform at.
Police arrested a Burlington Township, New Jersey, woman after they say she promoted a Sheryl Crow concert — but had not booked the singer to perform. Kelly Bryan, 42, of Burlington Township was arrested this weekend. Bail was set at $100,000.
The concert was scheduled for the Flying W Airport, a public-use airport in Lumberton that hosts events and also has a $95-a-night motel. The Burlington County Times reports detectives learned of the concert in May and contacted the airport to discuss public safety measures for the August 15th concert.
Cops then learned Crow hadn’t been booked to perform. Her concert schedule didn’t list the show (she’s at the Hollywood Bowl the week before). The paper says detectives suspect Bryan sold as many as 300 tickets to the fictional show and may have booked other bands for it. Read more »
The Cancer Support Community of Greater Philadelphia celebrated it’s 17th Annual Evening in the Park on the grounds of their headquarters Thursday night, The Suzanne Morgan Center at Ridgeland in Fairmount Park. Guests enjoyed fabulous food and cocktails by Brulee Catering, a live auction led by Jeff Hammond who helped raise nearly $75,000 from the very generous crowd, and a silent auction, all to benefit CSCGP.
Event co-chairs Barbara Blair and Betsy Rubenstone greeted the guests and spoke about their lives which have been touched by cancer, and have benefited by the programs at CSCGP. Honorees last night included: Wendy H. Rosen, Dr. David M. Mintzer, The Stuetz Family, and Susan Tressider. Kelly Harris, CEO gave an impassioned address sharing with the guests about all the wonderful, caring programs available at Cancer Support Community of Greater Philadelphia (all free), especially the programs directed at children going through cancer, or a parent going through cancer. The programs connect them with others, as well as any counseling they need. We’re so lucky to have an organization like this in Philadelphia.
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M. Night Shyamalan will premiere his new TV series, Wayward Pines, at Wizard World.
It’s called Wizard World Comic Con, but it’s definitely not about wizards. And it’s not entirely about comics anymore. The convention, produced by the company that once published the defunct comics magazine Wizard, hits Philadelphia again this weekend. It’s more accurately titled as just a “fan convention.”
Fans of different types of media — mostly ones generally considered pretty dorky, with a focus still on comic books and their spinoffs in related media — will congregate to shop and chat and see some big stars. And this year’s Wizard World has quite the cast attending! Let’s take a look at some of the biggest names. Read more »
South Street Festival. Photo | South Street Headhouse District
Somehow, I went almost three decades in this city without having to experience a neighborhood street festival.
Actually, it was easy. I grew up in the Northeast and then spent a good chunk of my 20s in West Philly, two of the most insular communities this side of North Korea. (Go on, ask your friend from Fox Chase to meet you in Center City. I’ll wait.)
But now I find myself renting in Queen Village, an apparently popular part of the city with things to offer and visitors to entertain. If last weekend’s record-breaking South Street Festival was any indication, it’s going to be a long, long summer of improvised trashcans and suspicious puddles.
Want to be a good temporary neighbor? Here’s what to remember before you go back to the ’burbs. (Want to be an even better neighbor? Make some room in that fancy crossover vehicle and bring me with you to the promised land.) Read more »