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There’s Something In The Air
title: “THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE AIR”
director: VANACHE
Hello Kiddies,
Here’s a little Valentines Day love for you guys to share. From me to you.
Keith Birthday vs. Russia part V – Berlin: This Club is Legend/Disappointing Music/Grrrlz on E?
This is the first part in a (hopefully) ongoing series in which Keith Birthday will recount some of the more interesting moments of his recent travels through Europe. This post originally appeared on rubpawpress.com
the warehousey exterior of an otherwise famous Berilnese club
We had put on our ‘best threads’. We expected to stand in line; he had heard so much about this ‘awesome warehouse club’ and how it was the ‘best party in Berlin’. Located in East Berlin, near the Friedrichshain district, Panoramabar/Berghain had gained a reputation of being ‘super exclusive and totally rad’. So I had high expectations, as any person would after hearing such praise.
There were four of us, the two girls A. and AK (German), and K. my male traveling companion. I knew A. through my sister and through the internet; they had gone to school together in Germany (sister was an exchange student) and upon hearing that I was going to Berlin, A. took the liberty of becoming my ‘internet friend’ in order that we could establish some contact before I arrived. AK was A’s friend who was visiting from home. Maybe it was the constant switching between German (the Germans and I) Russian (A, K, and I) and English (everyone), but when the four of us had met for drinks earlier, the conversation had felt a little restrained and awkward, so I was slightly skeptical as to how the rest of the night would play out.
It had taken us a while to find the building (massive warehouse) where the club was located. We had encountered what AK had insisted was the Berlin wall (it wasn’t) and numerous drunk folks wandering about looking for the same place, it seems that everybody had been there once before but had absolutely no clue how to find it again, being that ‘a friend had taken me there’. We found it eventually (it was behind and to the left of the hardware superstore).
Grand New!
It’s up and running! Check out Grand New, McJawn’s new arts and culture video magazine! Huzzah!
Currently, it’s only Safari & Google Chrome safe. Firefox friendly version coming later today!
Übergeek: How Long Could Luke Survive in a Tauntaun?
from wolfgnards
Since moving to Siberia, I’ve found myself making numerous references to Hoth when discussing the weather with friends. I’ve even learned the Russian word for the snowy planet (Хотх). In other words, it’s pretty cold here (-25/-40).
As these rather geeky conversations progress, they usually include additional Star Wars references, specifially Tauntauns. We always talk about how having a tauntaun jacket must be the warmest thing because it allowed an unconscious Luke to survive the harsh Hoth night until Han could ready a shelter. We were happy to leave it at that.
Wolfgnards couldn’t
So as a result, we have this lovely article where the lovely people of perhaps one of the nerdiest blogs on the internet actually take the time to calculate how long Luke would be able to survive in aforementioned Tauntaun carcass before freezing.
And while it does seem well intentioned and fairly accurate, I do think they error in forgetting to include the variable introduced by Luke’s own body heat, but when it comes to mathematical calculations of the body warmth of science fiction creatures, I’m willing to let this one slide
Pictures from Seattle: A Van Full Of Meat
Dear Philadelphia/McJawn readers,
I know that it’s been awhile since I’ve been around or written for McJawn. In case you didn’t know, I moved to Seattle. I miss you all very much. In Seattle no one wants to pregame malt liquor 40s before going to whichever dance joint is giving out free PBR/Sparks(R.I.P). Seems like the coolest dance clubs here are gay clubs, which is ostensibly alright unless you’re a straight boy who’s already awkward enough about “trying to get with teh ladiez”. What’s worse than “trying to get with teh ladiez who went to the gay club in order to avoid awkward bros who are trying to ‘get with teh ladiez’”? I do not know. Furthermore, it is impossible to get malt liquor in the Central District (where I live) and Capitol Hill (where I hang out; where aforementioned gay clubs reside). Though it is possible to buy malt liquor in the adjoining (young professional spawning ground) Madrona, where I used to be employed. Not allowed to sell malt liquor in certain places here (something about “Alcohol Impact Zones” or “Thinly Veiled Attempts to Get Rid of The Homeless/Bum Population”). Nor are they allowed to give away free beer. The beauty that was (is?) Metropolis could never happen here. Last Thursday night I came home from rehearsal—it was Eleven P.M. and I made no attempt to go out. I didn’t want to. I literally felt that there was nothing out there for me. So I went to bed. This would not have happened in Philly. My life has truly changed.
Anyway. The above has nothing to do with the below but you’ll have to bear with me. When I still had a job (oh yeah I’m unemployed at this point so, uh, thus the post, your welcome) I would often stop at an Ethiopian market on the way to get cigarettes. On such a day I saw men in long white coats. They seemed to be coming out of a white van that had reverse-parked right up to the entrance of the shop. One was carrying a cart, upon which lay gelatinous slabs of pink and yellow cow(?) meat. I walked out to see that the van was filled with meat—jiggling slabs of some meat. The slabs of meat were just sort of chillin’ on the hard plastic floor of the van. The seats had been removed from the back of the van, evidently:
I think this may be in violation of some sort of food code.
So there that is.
Keith Birthday vs. Russia Part III: (your predicate here)
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Are you the American? Would you like to
join my club/work at my school/translate this for me/tell me what this means/come to my class/speak at this conference/give me private english lessons/carry this up the stairs/eat dinner at my house/meet my parents/date my daughter/give me your phone number/tell me how i can go to america for free/get me a job in america/walk my dog/housesit for me/do my homework/say something in english/host me when i defect to america/have a drink with me/let me touch your hair/show me your passport/show me your driver’s license/give me this twenty dollar bill/teach me perfect english in three months/never leave/marry my daughter/tell me about america/text message chat with my friend who wants to practice her english/tell me what is different about russia/meet a nice russian girl/tell me what you think about russian girls/come over for dinner?
The internet is amazing.
A man, a song, a video game collection. What could be better?
(oh, watch out for some man-ass around 2 min in, not sure why but he moons the camera twice, in sync with the song.)
happy saturday
Wooooo
Wooooo is insane. I really can’t describe how funny it is, so I’m not even going to try. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, Wooooo Magazine is an interview mag put out every so often by Jason Crombie and his crew and they interview some pretty rad people like they’ve never been interviewed before. Who else has the nerve to ask David Byrne “Has a girl ever been put off by your hairy arms?” Or compile an entire interview with Jerry Hsu in rhyme – all about how his cat ran away. My description is probably not doing it for you. You just need to get your hands on a copy. I’m sure you’ll be able to devour it in less than a day. It’s almost disappointing how quick you’ll read it because it will leave you wanting more, like now. I think they’re working on putting out a new issue soon – well at least I hope they are – although most likely not as soon as I’d like it. Which is like now.
Anyway, in between issues you can still be amused by Crombie on his blog, which he updates almost everyday (unless he’s like way too hung-over). So go add it to your Google Reader feed – like now.
http://www.wooooomag.com/?page_id=6
Keith Birthday vs. Russia Part II: Late Night Taxi Arguments
The other night (friday, after the boobie club) I had what was probably one of the most unique, yet retrospectively unnecessary arguments of my entire life. After departing from the club on Friday night, having quite my fill of fun, I began to walk home in what I though was the correct direction (later evidence proved that I was actually going the right way, even though one must not always trust oneself after considerable amounts of drinking).
Once I reached what appeared to be my street (it was), I realized that it was mostly unlit. I do not claim to be some sort of infinitely savvy urban dweller oozing savoir faire, but if there is one thing I’ve learned about traveling through urban environs on foot, it is that it is a big no-no to walk anywhere that lacks streetlights unless you are seven feet tall, extremely muscular and athletic, and armed to the teeth. So as a result, I looked around for alternatives. There wasn’t a bus stop in sight, and even so, I wasn’t entirely sure if they were even running at that hour (to be honest, I wasn’t even sure what time it was, although it did appear the sun was about to start breaking over the horizon). In addition, I had not yet (and still haven’t) ridden the bus in Tomsk, and therefore had little idea as to how the system functioned (although I was informed earlier that evening that it had something to do with getting on, announcing one’s desire to stop at the appropriate time, and then paying as one departed. I found this system to be intimidating and useless because:
- I wasn’t sure what bus to take [they aren't labeled with anything but numbers]
- I had no idea what stop to announce
- I didn’t have bus fare on me, and there was no way a driver was going to break a 500 ruble bill for a 12 ruble bus fare [I wasn't that far gone, you see])
All ridiculously long parentheticals aside (sorry about that), I ruled out the option of the bus. Therefore, there only remained one last option: a taxi. I figured this would be simple enough, there were plenty of legitimate looking taxis about (cars manufactured this century by recognizable makes), my consumption of mildly intoxicating amounts of alcohol convinced me that my knowledge of my address and Russian (ha) would be able to quite efficiently communicate my destination, and I had enough money on me to pay for a taxi.
A Russian Cab (not the one I was in)
So I hailed the next non-threatening cab I saw, and trotted over to the passenger side window. I inquired as to how much it would cost me to travel from my current location to my apartment, and he answered quite clearly «140 Rubles». I thought it a little on the expensive side, but I wasn’t going to argue with a safe trip home. He then drove as taxi drivers do (dangerously and unnecessarily fast) until we stopped outside my apartment. I handed him my bill, and he handed me what I assumed was correct change (think again). I then non-chalantly counted it and realized he had given me but 300 Rubles, and was (in my mind) trying to short me 60 Rubles (about two dollars). Not knowing how the tipping system worked in Russia, I inquired as to why he did not provide me with adequate change. «I don’t have it» he replied, to which I informed him that I did not believe him and that I was not going to get out of the taxi without the change that I expected. So we sat there and argued for a while, he claiming that there wasn’t a way for him to give me the money and me arguing that I thought he wasn’t telling the truth and that he should provide correct change to his patrons (it really was a lot simpler than that, I have no clue how to say «patron», or «change», or even «truth» in Russian. I’m pretty sure I just kept reiterating that I didn’t believe him).
Suddenly, the cabbie put his car into gear and shot off, away from my apartment. Slightly taken aback (really really scared) I asked him where we were off to, and he replied simply «to the store». Upon asking him why, he said «to get money». Simple enough, I suppose, but as far as I knew there were few stores that were going to be open at this hour (then again, I still wasn’t really sure what hour it was). So we pull up to the first store, and he departs from the vehicle and walks up to the door. At first I’m afraid that his main goal is to somehow gather a small army and have them physically remove me from the car and dumped out onto the street to find my own way home, but I see that the store is closed and he can’t get inside. Relieved, I watch him walk back to the car, where he emits a long sigh and drives on, presumably to another store. That store is also closed, so we move on to another. This one is finally open, and he goes inside and gets change from the cashier (this whole serious of events takes place over approximately 15 to 20 minutes, after just a four minute taxi ride). Finally he gives me my change, but we are about three minutes from my apartment. «Get out!» he says, to which I reply I have no intentions of departing the vehicle until I am deposited in front of my apartment (after all, it’s what I paid for) and he drives me back. Our social collision concludes and I safely arrive home.
Upon waking up the next morning, I began to really contemplate what had transpired. Was I a jerk for demanding that he give me correct change, or was he a jerk for not having correct change? Was there anyone who was actually at fault? Did he recognize my accent and as a result label me as an ‘ugly American’? Was I being ignorant? Was I an idiot for arguing in the first place?
I also realized how absolutely absurd it was for him to cart me around while getting the correct denominations with which to pay me back. Then again, it seemed almost noble to me that he was willing to go through so much to provide me with correct change, even though it was probably one of the most frustrating experiences he ever had.
In the way that stories often end, I think we both learned a lesson. I learned that whatever happened in that cab was unique and beautiful, that I will probably never have an experience like that again, and that in the end, it was quite amusing (I also learned that I can argue in Russia at least semi-successfully). I think he learned to carry more change.
Keith Birthday vs. Russia: part 1
So here I am in Tomsk, Russia, a city of relatively small size but of considerable (at least up to this point) latent Soviet charm. This is apparent through the statues of Lenin/ancient Russian little buses. All in all a pretty place.
I didn’t actually get any sleep on the flight from Atlanta to Moscow, although I did take some Tylenol PM and hope for the best. There are a number of factors that probably contributed to my lack of dozing:
- The fact that on my left was an old Russian man who needed a bath
- The fact that on my right was an American with an interesting life story who was morbidly obese and needed a cane to get up. (this seating situation made me feel guilty whenever I had to get up to pee)
- The terrible movie they were playing that I couldn’t stop watching (17 again). It made me feel very creepy via the 17 year old hitting on his wife/daughter trying to make out with dad’s 17 year old self. I can’t believe I watched the whole thing
- Nervousness, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was moving to Russia.
Either way, we touched down safely in Moscow at 10 AM and I made it though passport control without a problem.
Next, I had to negotiate the problem of getting to the one airport at one end of the city to the other on the opposite end of the city. I had some instructions given to me by the former fulbrighter here, but that did little in preparing me for the actual execution.
Airport
Upon exiting the airport, I literally had to strongarm an army of ‘taxis’ who would follow/taunt/try to intimidate you as you tried to walk by them. It was pretty surreal, but an interesting experience nonetheless. Outside, everything smelled like hot electricity, and the place looked rather desolate, I convinced myself it was because it was an airport, and they’re generally dismal.
AEROEXPRESS
Followed the signs to the AEROEXPRESS. Brand NEW! it takes you to the center of town in just 35 minutes! Acutally, this train service was pretty amazing, it was brand new and shiny and beautiful and comfortable and cheap (four bucks). Eventually this service will be able to take you directly from one airport until the other, but for now you have to navigate the subway in between airports, which turned out to be quite intimidating/fun.
Imagine if you will the New York subway system: hectic, bustling, intimidating, busy. Now imagine this same situation + prettier subway stations (in marble, but also dirtier) + everything in Russian. Getting a ticket was easy enough, but I was yelled at for not going through the turnstyle correctly (really?). I wandered around reading the signs in my painfully slow manner until I located the line I needed to find, grabbed the train and stared at the names of the subway stations until the one I was looking for appeared. I’m pretty sure this kid standing by the window thought I was some creeper staring at him because he eventually shifted nervously out of the way. Oh awkwardness how I never elude you!
Once I made it to the section of town where I needed to be to catch the train to get to the next airport, I took a look at the time and realized I had about 9 hours to kill. So I checked my luggage into the desk and wandered about to have a Moscovian adventure.
It took a while to guess what direction I should walk in, but then I decided to go with my boy scout survival instincts and decided to walk along the river (societies are generally there, you know). Lo and behold when about 20 minutes later I realized I was about a quarter mile from St. Basil’s cathedral in the flesh/brick. I commended myself for my accidental locating of Moscow’s most famous sites.
St. Basil's Cathedral
Another thing I’ve slowly come to realize is that I must look Russian/easy to talk to/knowledgeable because about 8 people asked me questions on the street that day. This never happens to me in Philadelphia, and suddenly I can’s evade it. Made me feel special/friendly looking though.
I also saw some guy from a wedding party jump off a bridge into the river while walking back. I thought that was special.
Probably one of the funnier things I saw in Moscow was the transliteration of this Irish name for a pub named Sally O’Brien’s (too many apostrophes in English)
Sally O'Brien's
another interesting thing was the theme of this fence.
It was also in Moscow that I had my first interaction with the local police force. Because of my extensive traveling/lack of sleep, I was quite tired. As a result, as I sat outside the train station for a few minutes waiting for the time to come for me to head to the airport. I dozed off on a bench for a second, only to wake up and realize that I was being watched by a passing Police officer (their hats are comically large). He kept on and I figured I was okay and read a little. Turns out, he went to get help from a real police officer (read: carries an AK-47) and they walked up to me. This is the conversation as follows:
Officer: Good Day!
Me: Hello
O: asdf;jhasdf;jkshdoiuwetndfv (for when I don’t understand something in Russian)
Me: [quizzical look] I don’t understand
O: kljghopinfgpoighbgjvbjltmubtmutpfoik
Me: My Russian is terrible, I’m sorry
O: passport
Me: Oh! Sure, no problem [hands him passport]
O: oooooh, American?
Me: Yep, I’m sorry I’m very tired and want to sleep.
O: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for……suitcase…..train……to airport…..airplane…..Tomsk
O: Tomsk?! What is in Tomsk for you?
Me: Work, at a University
O: You’re a professor?
Me: Yes, of course
O: Well, okay, just looked cause you were sleeping\
Me: I know, thanks
Even though that transcript may not necessarily communicate it very well, he was very friendly and amiable and even walked by a few minutes later and tipped his hat and smiled. It made me feel better about some of the stories I had heard about Russian police.
So eventually I picked up my luggage and took the other leg of aeroexpress to the other airport, where I idled around and dozed for a few hours waiting for my plane. Embarked, immediately fell asleep for 30 minutes aka just enough time to miss dinner. Woke up and read the rest of the way.
Upon arriving at the airport, I walked into the terminal to see my name on a sign and felt special. The person holding the sign was Svetlana, my future boss and she and I had a short conversation while we waited for my baggage. She told me that a local band and a local soccer star were on the plane with me, so I was with a few celebrities. Then we walked out to the taxi, where a very disillusioned young man drove us in a very ancient looking Russian made car with hilarious upholstery to my apartment. He drove way too fast and I thought it was hilarious even though Svetlana was terrified.
This is the upholstry
Then I got to my apartment which was essentially as charming and as Russian as I would ever want it to be:
My living room
My kitchen
And this gem here, which I’m assuming was left by the former occupant (also an American fulbrighter). For those who do not know, this is the current president of Russia Medvedev. It’s on the inside of my bathroom door:
President of Russia Medvedev
I then went to sleep and woke up at night to walk around the city.
This morning, i decided to make myself breakfast out of the meager yet useful supplies left in the pantry. So I ended up making pancakes, a fried egg, and some homefries. As you can see, one needs more than flour, water, and one egg to make decent pancakes. I was still pretty satisfied with my ingenuity.
Pancakes, a fried egg, and some homefries
That’s all, I guess. Time to walk around a while. My internet expires in 10 minutes.
McFREEBIES: Fresh Mex and Bare Esentuals
This weekend we have free Chevy’s Fresh Mex Pound and Pint, Chili’s free appetizer or dessert, 10-day supply of Bare Esentuals make-up, plus a baki brush, Curel lotion! And check back every Friday for the McFREEBIES and DISCOUNT posts! Also remember to leave comments about what type of stuff you’re interested in, so that way I can better scope out the freebies.
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10-Day Sample of Bare Esentuals Matte Foundation
If you happen to go to JC Penny or Sephora, print out this free coupon here. Not only do you get the make-up you’ll also get a free baki brush ($15 value). Or if you shop online, remember to add the coupon code: BEMATTE on sephora.com when you check out. |
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Printable Coupon for FREE Chevy’s Fresh Mex Pound & Pint It took me a while to figure out what a pound and pint is, but it’s a pound of chips and a pint of salsa. Yum. There’s not a Chevy in PA, but for all you born-and-raised Jersians, the closest one to Philly is in Lawrenceville, NJ. |
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Free Chips and Queso or Dessert Get free chips and queso or dessert, when you sign-up for Chili’s e-mail club. Chevy’s and Chili’s on one post, I think it’s going to be a Mexican night. |
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Free Coffee at the Corney Bakery Cafe Join Corner Bakery Cafe for breakfast, here’s a coupon for a free cup of hand-roasted coffee. |
Human Ingredients Tee looks good, gets you all the babes at the next science fair
For the fashion Geek out there, MySoti has developed this very beautiful “Ingredients” tee featuring all of the chemicals and the amounts that make up beautiful you in timeless. Helvetica on your choice of generic ($20) or American Apparel($25) tee. Wear this to the next geek-populated event and I’m sure you’ll get the appropriate gender to swoon. buy it here
PooTrap Eliminates Poop Bags, Makes Your Dog Look Stupid
This is one of those products that teeters on the fine line between genius inventions and useless gadgets. Regardless of how useful it actually is, I’d say it’s most certainly fashion suicide for your dog.
McFREEBIES: iTunes and Cat Food
So, I’m back again with more freebies and super cheap discounts that I think you’ll be interested in. This week we have free iTune downloads, IAM cat food, Olympia tees, Victoria Secret’s lotion and more! And check back every Friday for the McFREEBIES and DISCOUNT posts! Also remember to leave comments about what type of stuff you’re interested in, so that way I can better scope out the freebies.
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20 Free iTunes Downloads For Facebook Fans
Become an iTunes fan and recieve 20 free iTunes download. Woo-hoo! |
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Printable Coupon for Free Shirt at Olympia Sports Stores
There’s not an Olympia in Philly, the closest one is in Elverson, PA about 36 miles away. But there are tons in New York, so I suggest you either get a family member who lives in Elverson to redeem the coupon for you or whenever you’re in New York, just stop by and get a free t-shirt |
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Printable Coupon for Victoria Secret’s Pink Body Lotion
Yeah, we all love good ol’ Vicky. And if you’re a catalog subscriber, male or female, you probably get those free panties cards in the mail. Well, here’s something a little more subtle, get a free 1 oz. body lotion with no purchase necessary. |
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Coupon For Free Bag of IAMS Cat Food
This coupon will be delivered to you by regular mail. If you’re already a P&GbrandSAMPLER member, you may not be eligible for this offer. |
Watermelon + Beer = Roy Pitz Watermelon Lager
via evite blog
For all of those who love summery flavors, I had the chance last night at Cantina Dos Segundos (2nd street in Nolibs) to sample Roy Pitz’ Watermelon Lager, a light beer crafted to taste like watermelons (duh). I expected it to be disgusting and regret my foray into odd beer land, but I was pleasantly surprised when the watermelon flavor wasn’t overbearing. In fact, one only detected it as a mild aftertaste, and while it was more reminiscent of watermelon flavored jolly ranchers than actual watermelon, it was refreshing and rather tasty nonetheless.
Final Verdict: I’d drink this again, but I doubt I’d ever go so far as to buy a case. Read more about it on the brewery’s website here
WTF Cheetah Lady???
“I am tired of eating bloody carcasses and walking through the jungle…I want to eat rice, I want to eat tacos! I want to eat CHINESE FOOD! CHINESE FOOOOD!” -Cheetah Lady
Guilty Pleasure: Harvey Danger – Flagpole Sitta
These guys are playing their last few shows EVER, and luckily I had the chance to see them in Brooklyn for free. Most of their music is….um, blase. But, the moment they started playing the quintessential 90s alt rock song (in my opinion) Flagpole Sitta, it was 1998 again and I was in love once more (as was the entire sell out audience, all of whom were singing along). Thanks Harvey, for that four minutes of bliss.
Harvey Danger – Flagpole Sitta
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Olympic Cyclist Chris Boardman Designs Theft and Puncture Proof Future Bike
Chris Boardman, an Olympic cyclist, reveals his design for a carbon, theft, and puncture proof bicycle that looks like it’s straight out of the future. Apparently you could build one today, if you had a bajillion dollars.
If you ask me, it looks pretty awesome in this ‘this is what the future looks like’ way. Not sure if I’d actually not feel like a huge douche while riding it.
At least it comes with sweet deep v rims. Totally gotta keep up my messenger image brand.
Read about it more on Gizmodo here
McFREEBIES: T.G.I.Fridays Appetizer and Jamba Juice
Attention all Philly free-Loaders, you’re going to appreciate this entry. Last summer, I posted a coupon from Starbucks for a free small frappucino. We got a lot of great responses, so I thought I would seek out all the available freebies and discounts each week.
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T.G.I FRIDAYS FREE APPETIZER OR DESSERT Sign-up for this free Give Me More Stripes rewards card from T.G.I Friday’s, and receive a free appetizer or dessert, a one-time skip into the front of the line pass. Additionally, every time you spend a $100, you get another free dish worth up to $8. |
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20% OFF AT BORDERS This offer ends TOMORROW, August 1, 2009. This offer is only valid for in-store purchases. |
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BUY 1 GET 1 FREE ANY SMOOTHIE JAMBA JUICE
I don’t know if there are any Jamba Juices stores in Philadelphia, I remember there used to be one at the Whole Foods market on South Street. But if you can find one, enjoy this printable coupon. |
It’s Always Sunny Season Five Preview: Kitten Mittens
I not only watched this about 14 million times, it got funnier each time. I’m so angry I’m not going to be in the country once this season begins. Everyone do me a favor and watch it.
Mini Contest!
In celebration of how much fun we all had Sunday and cute dogs (there were a lot at the bloc party) I am throwing an extra mini contest. All you have to do is leave a comment with a picture of your pet being extra adorable, and though all your pets are adorable, only one wins the prize. There is a catch! If you happen to see this dog pictured below you get an automatic win.
Just snap a picture and leave a comment.
Here is the tiny super cute mini prize:
FOUR super cute nick-nacks to spruce up your house or to gift to that special someone!
We will also throw in some McJAWN stickers!!!!
Thanks for showing all your support by coming out Sunday!
What I Learned at the McJAWN/Phrequency Block Party
1. Block parties are fun.
2. Being hot and sweaty all day is worth it when you’re having aforementioned fun.
3. When Yis says it’s not going to rain, it won’t.
4. Carrying a large chicken wire structure across Broad street is one of the most fun things to do on a Sunday morning
5. Philly bands are awesome and talented
6. tU pHAce is one of the few men I know not in the Navy who can rock white pants like a champ.
7. Letting a small child sing a song with the Armchairs as a back up band is a surreal experience.
8. Dom of Dragonzord is one of the few men I know who can rock sleeveless tees like a champ
9. Block parties are a million times better when the block is involved.
10. The residents of the 1400 block of South Mole Street are amazing people.
11. The residents of the 1400 block of South Mole Street cook the most amazing hamburgers
12. Ice cream trucks somehow have sensors/a satellite network and know exactly where and when to show up.
13. Drunk girls that talk four inches from your face are terrifying.
14. Don’t use Grace’s favorite Coke glass.
15. How Jukebox the Ghost manages to sound huge with only three members is a scientific mystery.
