Results tagged “cellphone”

Classical Values blames the Democrats for the economic crisis because they forced banks to give low interest mortgages to minorities in the name of socialism. Ummmmmm, ok?

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The "10,000 men: A Call to Action" campaign will get started in earnest on Saturday when they put the first 200 men on the streets. It'll be a field exercise for squad leaders, and apparently they'll also be doing a door-to-door campaign to alert neighbors of the effort. Then they'll be patrolling in South Philadelphia next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evening. John Lewis, the suspect in the murder of police officer Chuck Cassidy, was...

The best of the internet, squirted out in flavorful neon globules, just for you. The New York Times has an interesting article about a little device known as the cell phone jammer. (Via Jill) Yahoo! gives us a run-down of Video Game VIPs. Pretty good picks, but if you can't tell the difference between Ryu and Ken, you're not really a video game fan. (Via Ross) If there's anything weird going on in the world,...

Considering that Phillyist needs a new car, we're a little disappointed that we just gave up knitting (and donated the accoutrement to a worthy cause even). Scion is sponsoring a DIY contest, Craft My Ride, which challenges the crafty among us to design a car accessory (which they helpfully define for us) and get the chance to win a 2008 Scion xD five-door subcompact. You have until October 22 to submit images and a description of your handmade doodad; finalists will mail in an example of their design. We aren't overburdened with the creativity ourselves, but they helpfully point out that keychains, seat covers, floor mats, and steering wheel covers are all fair game. Maybe a knitted hula girl bobbly? A dashboard cell phone caddy?

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Let's start with Jesca Hoops. From what we briefly heard and read on her MySpace page, she sounded like an interesting singer/songwriter that should be supported. We even told you to get to The Polyphonic Spree's concert early to check out her out. After a very stern give-your-undivided-attention speech by The Polyphonic Spree's frontman, Tim DeLaughter, Hoops came on with her sparkly shirt-dress and acoustic guitar. After what seemed like an eternity she finally...

When I first saw that SEPTA was conducting a campaign to cut down cell phone conversation on their trains, I have to say I was skeptical. No amount of pandering, I thought, would stop passengers from making incredibly urgent calls to talk about the prior night’s debauchery or the conflict at work that only a complete narcissist could spend more than five seconds thinking about. But, alas, I have to say the signs with the juvenile clip art seem to be working. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve definitely heard less high-maintenance drama queens whining about why the demise of their one-month relationship is the end of the world. Makes me think that SEPTA might want to get the five-year-olds at their advertising agency started on some other ideas. Campaign slogans have been provided.

After missing one too many trains as a result of crowded escalators en route to the platform, we have decided to offer up, as a public service, a basic escalator riding tutorial that will be an education to some and a refresher to others. Plus, we want you to get out of the way when we are trying to catch the train!

Pretty much all the news today is about the six arrests made yesterday in an alleged plot to attack Fort Dix. ABCNEWS.com reveals to us that the terrorist attack was to involve Super Mario's pizza. No lie! The father of one of the attackers owns Super Mario's Restaurant near the base, which often makes deliveries there, and consequently has a map of the place "used by pizza delivery men to find their way around the base." The attackers would have pretended to be delivery men. Although the man who owns the restaurant says he loves this country and can't believe his son is involved, the chef at the restaurant has quit because he doesn't want to be associated with terrorists. More on the restaurant part of the story can be found here.

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This week we'd like to congratulate the -ist network's Mother Hen, Gothamist's Jen Chung, who found herself a recipient of Wired Magazine's Wired Rave Award. If that doesn't sound terribly exciting, keep in mind another recipient was J.K. Rowling. Yep, that's right, the -ist network and Harry Potter now have something in common. Go us.

Spring is when we get busy here in the Ist-A-Verse. Very busy. But, after staying bundled-up indoors all winter, it's nice for us to be out, about, and collecting things to write about for you. Here's a glimpse at what's been keeping your favorite citybloggers busily away from home and out of bed.

This Tuesday, I was at work. It was beautiful outside, so we had the door open. There weren't any customers in the store, so I checked to see if there were many people on the street. There were some, but not tons.

You also have to mind your manners in the locker room.

I would be a complete hypocrite if I said that I wasn't guilty of the occasional breach of decorum. I like to think that I'm better than most, but that doesn't mean I'm perfect. Fortunately, I'm the co-editor of this pretty big blog in Philadelphia, where I write a manners column, and I can use that column as a forum for others to learn from my mistakes.

No, this isn’t a post about The Shins. Though we are loving that new album like a fat kid loves cake. This post is actually about coining a new phrase.

After the Fringe Festival, Monday Manners covered a variety of audience faux pas surrounding preventable behavior. But there's an equally big problem when the audience members prevent themselves from behaviors that they should be engaging in.

anyone (except for my darling old roomie, who stopped by to bring me her mother’s fabulous chicken soup). But, as I’ve mentioned, I live in a prime eavesdropping location. And when you haven’t got cable, don’t own movies, and can’t stop coughing long enough to fall asleep, eavesdropping is unavoidable. Here’s my favorite overheard cell phone conversation of the weekend:

Dear Philadelphia:

Just over nine and a half hours, five home-city teams, and three games made for one crazy Saturday of men’s college basketball in Philadelphia. It is not often that hoops diehards get an opportunity to attend a trio of games in one day, but December 2, 2006 brought just that. Unfortunately, I was only able to go to the nightcap due to a massive amount of work and no access to a car. But in a perfect world, here’s what my day would have looked like…

In the interest of full disclosure, we admit that when we were offered the chance to see Joan Jett's show Saturday night at Atlantic City's House of Blues, we clapped our hands, jumped up and down, and made noises similar to those a thirteen-year-old girl might make when stumbling upon a treasure trove of shirtless Orlando Bloom pictures. In short, we may have been instantaneously transformed from a serious and rational person into a squealing fangirl. We are not ashamed to admit this, because we admit this about Joan Jett, and Joan Jett is roughly sixteen different kinds of awesome. (We say roughly because we are unsure what your individual kinds of awesome might be. Joan Jett averages between twelve and thirty different kinds of awesome, depending on the sliding scale currently in use in your neck of the woods.)

This just in from the building manager at Phillyist HQ (with some copy-editing from the editorial board):