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Philadelphia made its way onto a Top 10 list that didn’t have anything to do with overweight citizens or crappy sports teams. According to Forbes.com, Philadelphia is the 4th Best City to Buy a Home:

In about a week and a half, singer/songwriter Johnathan Rice is going to be down at Stubb's in Austin, supporting no less a band than R.E.M. at South by Southwest. But luckily for those of us who live up here in Philly and won't be able to make it to the big party in Austin, Rice is currently touring with Matt Costa, and will be a little closer to us tomorrow night, at the First Unitarian Church. (Hope you've already got tickets, because unfortunately the show is sold out!) Why is that lucky? Because Rice is a pretty big talent. His latest album, Further North, released at the end of last year, is a strong collection of indie rock with a bit of an alt-country flavor; the sound reminds us of the Wallflowers and Josh Ritter. The strongest track is probably the supremely catchy "Hard to Believe," but "THC" and "The Ballad of King Coyote" are nearly as excellent. To get a better idea what he sounds like, stream "End of the Affair" in Windows Media Player or Quicktime formats, or check out the video for "We're All Stuck out in the Desert" embedded here. You can also download some free MP3s over at the R5 website, as this show is indeed another R5 production.

Warning: This whole review is basically a spoiler. Despite its infamy, there are apparently people out there who are still surprised by the "twist" at the end of M. Butterfly, currently being produced by the Philadelphia Theatre Company. These are the same people who are confused by Ru Paul. Please proceed with caution.

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href="http://londonist.com/2008/01/6_years_on_amne.php">Amnesty International bringing Guantanamo Bay to the American embassy to raise the profile of the continuing campaign to close the detention center.

This was the one show of the year I went to strictly on a friend's recommendation, having never heard of the band. It was worth it. Bradford Cox's creepy demeanor only adds to the show. The droning guitars and heavy drums created a melancholy, fugue-like state that I'd gladly return to next time Deerhunter is in town. There's nothing like going to a concert and leaving feeling like you've just been mindfucked.

Go across the Walt Whitman Bridge and take the North-South Freeway to Route 55. Travel South on Route 55 for about 25 miles, and you'll find yourself in Vineland, New Jersey. (Insert wisecrack about Vineland's awesomely bad municipal website here.) Why would you go to Vineland? Well, at the moment, you probably wouldn't. But next summer, you might have a reason to. Paste Magazine is reporting that C3 Presents—the force behind Lollapalooza and the...

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Oh, man. Did you see that Rick Santorum is writing an opinion column for the Inquirer now? Ugh. In vaguely related news, John Street's post-mayoral employment, beginning in January, will be at Temple University as a professor of urban politics and policy. Governor Rendell, who himself is an adjunct at U. Penn, encouraged Street to make the move. Officials responding to a report of a fire at a home in Upper Darby yesterday discovered...

Remember your first job? Was it cutting lawns around the neighborhood, or doing an internship at a non-profit? Phillyist admits to doing time at the local Aeropostale, which is funny considering our complete lack of "fashion sense." Whatever job it was, you no doubt remember as we do that those initial forays into the working week weren’t always smooth sailing. Although most of us have probably gotten used to the job seeking circuit by now, there was a time not too long ago when things like dressing for an interview and knowing how to answer the question "why do you want this job?" seemed more than a bit daunting.

Londonist are starting to think their city is getting just a little bit too expensive, when even Christian Slater can't afford to go out there. And there's no escaping, as local singer Lily Allen discovered when she was barred entry to the US. The British mapping agency caused further bad karma, by blocking a 3-D representation of London in Google Earth. But the smiles returned to Londonist's faces as they interviewed Baroness von Reichardt, who has completely covered her house in mosaic tiles.

While SFist cringed at the fatal dose of crime littering the Bay Area, it found solace in Hillary Clinton's San Francisco campaign headquarters opening, which featured loads of exposed mammary glands. In other news, SF Taxi Commission ruled that Satan's cab must keep its (in)famous medallion number, 666; and in an un-fashion-forward frenzy, San Francisco Fashion Week (chortle) bars bloggers from covering and getting smashed at their shows and parties, respectively. Also, they found a picture displaying the woes of cruising in a tacky limo on the streets of San Francisco.

LAist was comped front row seats by the Dodgers due to Malingering being struck by a foul ball last week, and she came back with some great photos, and earlier made fun of 4th of July on Venice Beach. But the biggest stories of the week was that the Mayor's Hot Tamale was revealed, and that a Kwik-E-Mart was erected in Burbank.

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

Seattlest has a talk with the photographer from last week's "Segway Mom" and then experiences some dissension in the ranks over the question of wine vs. beer. It's not West Side Story, but about as close as they'll get. They're also still waiting on some inbox relief after a spammer is arrested.

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It's always nice when someone takes a play that you really like and produces it well. That's what the Luna Theater Company has done with their production of Sam Shepard's . Shepard's characters speak like real people speak and they act like real people act. This is sometimes problematic to theatre people who want to keep drama in the realm of the unreal. It makes us feel more comfortable with things if it doesn't feel like we're spying on real life. And that's simply not what you get from Sam Shepard's work.

Last night's show at the Electric Factory highlighted two different kinds of punk. First up was Be Your Own Pet's sloppy, messy, disorganized punk. Lots of slamming and banging and screaming and talking, but not a lot of structure or melody or diversity. And not, sadly enough, much that was all that interesting. They're fun, but they don't have a lot of substance. Their lyrics are generally silly fluff about going on adventures in the jungle, having food fights, or just having fun. Really the best thing about them is lead singer Jemina Pearl, a cute little blonde who writhed and jerked and shook and bounced so very much, it's amazing she didn't get whiplash. Apparently there were a drummer, a guitar player, and a bass player behind her somewhere, but it was hard to look away from sexy Jemina as she banged her head or stood with one hand on her hip, shouting into the microphone in a voice and cadence reminiscent of some strange mixture of Gwen Stefani and Kim Gordon.

us to write two papers on our historical figure of choice. I wasn't cheating the system or anything.)

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What's new and/or interesting in Philly theaters this weekend.

With all that went down this week, we thought we'd cheer everyone up by giving everyone a double dose of dogs.

. I knew most of the music, so I just kind of took for granted that I'd actually seen the show. But I was wrong, so somehow, my first-ever viewing of the longest-running musical in history was performed by puppets.

We don't know about where you are, but it seems like spring can't decide whether or not to happen. Some days are warm, some days are cold, and sometimes you aren't sure which. Baseball may have started up (and soccer/football winding down) but it still seems cold out there. Unless it's not. Anyways, onto the -ists.

What's new and/or interesting on TV this week.

On the one hand, we can really appreciate that the Office of Homeland Security is doing their best to keep suspected terrorists as far away from us as possible.

This is going to be a short update for the weekly blog roundup. Why? It's because everyone and their mother is at South by Southwest, drunker than Ted Kennedy on nickel night. Oh and most bloggers are writing about who they met and how drunk they got, not about the music (isn't the music the POINT of going in the first place?) Jim McGuinn and XPN are doing a good job though with their web coverage and live broadcasts, but that's about it.