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I got my first cell phone ten years ago, and even then, it wasn't new technology. My parents had each owned a couple of Zack Morris phones back in the day, and seeing as Zach Morris last appeared on Saved by the Bell (the real show, not the college spin-off) in 1993—over fifteen years ago—it's safe to say that cell phones have been part of our popular culture for, oh, twenty years.

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A friend of mine had a rather interesting encounter on a train last week.

So, what is Cloverfield? Probably if you've watched the ads, you've thought of Godzilla, and although it certainly has a lot in common with that series, it also has elements of The Blair Witch Project. It's a monster movie, but told in a hyper-realistic way, from the point of view of the people on the streets who are running between the toes of the monster. Critics (well, the cut-rate ones, anyway) will often compare films to roller coasters in their reviews, but Cloverfield is one of the few movies I've seen that actually delivers a roller coaster-like experience. There were moments during the first half of this film when I was literally gasping for breath and clutching at my seat as I tried not to have a heart attack. It is intense, and the pseudo-first-person perspective only makes it more so.

We at the Gothamist network would like to express our heartfelt wishes to the people of Minnesota in the days after their tragic bridge collapse. We're not trying to discount the severity of the accident by making note of it in opposition to our usual -Ist lightheartedness – we just wanted to take a moment and recognize those affected last week.

What with Paris Hilton's release earlier this week and the upcoming celebration of American Independence (sorry, Londonist!), we've been thinking a lot about freedom. Freedom to vote, freedom to choose, and most importantly, freedom to blog. Here are a few things we're happy we've been free to blog about this week.

To get the bad stuff out of the way first, because there's not a lot of it: when you are doing a musical, and your instruments are composed of anything more than an acoustic guitar and/or an upright piano, you need to mic your actors. When your band is playing amplified, electric instruments, that's especially true. Neither of the two singer/actors in were consistently amplified (handheld microphones were reserved for those scenes in which the duo was playing at a venue), and, if I hadn't been sitting about five feet from the stage, I'd imagine I would have been very annoyed with BCKSEET. It's not that the two actors, G DeCandia and Gregg Pica, didn't have powerful voices. It's not even that they weren't loud. It's simply that the unamplified human voice can't really compete with amplified electric instruments, unless they're in another room. I know that renting body mics is expensive—I was in charge of costing them out for the last show I worked on—but it's well worth the expense, in what the audience gets out of them. If BCKSEET is adamantly against or unable to mic the actors, though, it should consider turning the speakers from the pit way, way down.

It seems like, all across the network, folks were up to no good. Maybe it was all the green beer from last weekend...

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Dear Philadelphia:

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Dear Philadelphia Pedestrians:

Just because the Festival is officially over, doesn't mean that you're done hearing about it. No, no, no. You see, over the first seventeen days of September, we noticed some pretty bad theatre etiquette, and we thought it might be time to give you a refresher on why it's important to be courteous and well-mannered during a live performance, and how you can behave accordingly.

We were only copy-pasting between two different spread sheets...why did the data all change? At least the -ists are consistent. Usually.

on Comedy Central. I wanted to like it more—it was produced by Ali G's team—but maybe my expectations were too high. One episode, though, rang quite true. In it, Kevin Beekin—the middle-aged, balding, chubby network correspondent—is confronted about his Bluetooth problem: he's constantly using his little Bluetooth headset and it's gotten to the point where nobody on his team can tell whether he's talking to them, to himself, or into his phone.

Shanghaiist probably knows a little more about China than the Chicago Sun-Times. Giving them the benefit of the doubt on that one. The city does to have a music scene. Don't even front like they don't. They also have Dorito bananas and white guys shopping for wives. What they don't have is any more tolerance for jaywalkers.

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To the twelve year olds who flashed plastic switchblades at us near the Penn Alexander School: