Brian Howard has been covering Philadelphia since 1992, when his first byline appeared in the La Salle Collegian. Since then he’s been editor-in-chief of City Paper, GRID and the tragically short-lived Cowbell. Currently editing Book Business magazine, Brian is a zealous supporter of local cycling, local beer, local music and the local baseball team.
Isn’t is just adorable when adults stumble onto some fun thing their kids do, a thing that that they don’t understand, and then make that thing completely irresistible by telling their kids they can’t do it?
I get where David Oh is coming from. But with all due respect, the Councilman is wrong.
Yesterday, WHYY’s Tom MacDonald reported that the Councilman proposed a bill that would stymie the Free Library of Philadelphia’s intentions to stop charging late fees to children on their overdue books.
“This has probably been the most insane couple of months of my life,” says Matthew M. Quick. It’s the Tuesday before February’s Oscar ceremonies, and the 39-year-old author, an Oaklyn, New Jersey, native and graduate of La Salle, has been at the beck and call of the Weinstein Company for weeks. He’s been running a gauntlet of press interviews ever since Silver Linings Playbook—the Bradley Cooper vehicle about a suburban Philadelphia family coping with mental illness, adapted from Quick’s 2008 debut novel—was nominated for eight Academy Awards.
I have a friend who used to play this amazing prank: When we were in college, he would surreptitiously slip dining hall silverware into the backpacks and coat pockets of his dining companions, turning his friends into unwitting petty thieves.
It began over the weekend. The frantic tweets from friends who appear lost or excited; tired or hungry; thirsty or trashed; bragging or complaining; trying to find somebody or trying to find some party; running low on batteries or running into Jack White. Sometimes they’re a combination of these things, and at other feverish moments, they sound like they’re all of them.
If you’ve not yet watched Dennis Rodman talk to George Stephanopolous on ABC’s This Week about the NBA Hall Famer's “diplomatic” trip to North Korea, please stop whatever you’re doing and watch it now in its entirety. It’s about six minutes of awkward awesomeness gawking at a man nicknamed The Worm—who is, no joke, decked out in giant sunglasses, more facial metal than Dr. Doom, and a sports jacket emblazoned with stacks of U.S. currency—squirm as he’s presented, seemingly for the first time (and by a man literally half his height!), with the list of human rights violations and threats against America perpetrated by his “friend,” who he "loves," and who is "awesome," North Korean Supreme Leader Kim Jong-un and his family.
If Sunday’s Oscars telecast proved one thing, it’s that the hardest job in the world is not the United States presidency, Secretary General of the United Nations nor Ron Jeremy’s fluffer: It’s hosting the Academy Awards. Entertaining an audience of billions while reverently poking fun (but not too much fun) at members of the world’s most notoriously touchy trade union is a balancing act worthy of Nik Wallenda.