Results tagged “personal”

To the 2008 Philadelphia Phillies:

Dear SEPTA El Operator #55:

Dear Old City Movers:

Dear Philadelphia:

Dear myphl17:

To the Right Hemisphere of My Brain:

Let's face it: bad things happen to good people. It sucks, but it's a reality we all have to get used to. Whether it's a bitter divorce, an untimely death, or a serious illness, it's hard for those most immediately affected by tragedy—be it large or small—to have the courage and the coping mechanisms to eventually return to the status quo.

Dear Penn:

Good morning, readers, from a Phillyist on a plane, killing time on the way to Louisville via Chicago. Yeah, I know that's really out of the way. But then, so is Louisville. Air travel is generally hated by most people. Strangely, though, today's experience has been almost pleasant. Here's why: (1) Tuesday afternoons in December are apparently an awesome time to fly. Business travelers are out of town, going about their midweek business, and...

Dear PhillyCarShare: I love you. I do. And I extol your virtues to anyone who asks. You're socially responsible. Your customer service is second-to-none. You sponsor events throughout the city. You've got these guys. What's not to love? Perhaps some of your customers. The kind who don't really know how to drive all that well and end up banging up one of your cars but not reporting it. The kind who leave the cars...

Dear Philadelphia Winter: The fact that I've started putting on a scarf for my walk to work means you're right around the corner, and there's no stopping you. For a significant portion of my life, I considered you a necessary evil. After all, without you, there would be no Thanksgiving, no Christmannakkanzaa, no New Year, right? But about three years ago, I decided that was a ridiculous idea. After all, people in, say, San Diego...

Dear Satan:

Dear Rittenhouse Square:

Dear God (go with me on this one – if someone can sue Him, I can sure as hell write Him a letter):

For our parents, it was the assassination of JFK. Ask any of them and they can remember exactly what they were doing at the time they found out JFK had been killed. I never understood that until September 11, 2001. Our generation can remember it like it was yesterday. For us, that moment, frozen in time, is and will always be 9/11.

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

On July 17th, Michael Vick (among others) was indicted on myriad charges, including illegal dog fighting. You also shouldn't forget his weak attempt to "smuggle" a bong through airport security in January – a charge which was dropped because all tests on the confiscated substances came back negative. You'll also remember that in 2005, Vick was sued by a woman alleging that he passed herpes onto her while using the alias "Ron Mexico."

Dear Philadelphia:

Dear Radio 104.5:

I love this city. This week I found out that it loves me back. Okay, maybe not the entire city, but at a minimum, Standard Tap.

Dear Philadelphia:

To the Gentleman Sitting by Himself, a Few Seats Over from Us, During the Wednesday Evening Screening of :

Dear Philadelphia:

Please digg this story. Thanks!

To the Class of 2007, at whatever university you may be graduating from:

Hey there, Philly:

Tom Knox is the frontrunner in the 2007 Democratic primary and, according to the most recent Keystone poll, the one with the momentum behind him. But like so many other things about him, Knox’s accomplishment is less impressive than it first appears. Relying on nothing more than a wealth of contacts in city and state government, a nationally known campaign team (his media guru was profiled in The New Republic, under the headline “Joe Trippi Reinvents Campaigning”), and more money than God and his opponents put together, his campaign managed to overcome a name recognition deficit by flooding the local airwaves with ads. No doubt this was a risky strategy—how could they be sure that Philadelphians would spend time watching television?

Dear Readers:

You may have noticed that yesterday's video post has been taken down. It should never have gone up. That was a huge, huge oversight on my part, which I am completely mortified by.