With the frosty mornings this week, there's no doubt fall has arrived, and with it thoughts of the impending winter holidays... and chilly commutes. The folks at Starbucks will be easing the transition to both tomorrow morning in celebration of the return of their red cup; greeters will regale commuters at 30th Street with oodles of goodies from 7-10AM. There will be samples of appropriate winter drinks, including Christmas Blend, Peppermint Mocha, and Hot Chocolate....
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CBS3 broke a story this morning about a heroin bust in Northeast Philly. Over one million dollars in heroin was seized by Philadelphia Police "near 'G' Street and Hunting Park Avenue."
Remember how we told you in this morning's news post that M. Night Shyamalan is shooting his new movie, The Happening, at 30th Street Station this week? Well, we just got some photos from yesterday's shoot! These were taken by a generous fan named Amy Sawhill, and came our way via a mutual friend (thanks, Heather!). There's one pic here to whet your appetite, then plenty more after the jump. Enjoy!
30th Street Station and the Cira Centre, nearing completion.
A few moments ago, this Phillyist editor pledged her love to Commenter Justin for reminding all of us that today is Free Cone Day at Ben & Jerry's. You heard us. Free. Cone. Day. According to Ben and Jerry's website: "Until 8PM [tonight], participating Ben & Jerry’s scoop shops around the world will be hosting Ben & Jerry’s Annual Free Cone Day." Here are the participating scoop shops within Philly city limits, per Ben and Jerry's website:
30th Street Station, the Cira Centre, and the Philadelphia Museum of Art stand over the Schuylkill to create one of the river's most picturesque areas.
To the taxi driver who took me from my office in Center City to a meeting across the Schuylkill last Friday:
Welcome to day five of the SEPTA strike. We'd like to report that both sides have decided to act all adult-like and get with the compromising, but in the five days of striking union and management only met for about two hours. During those two hours it's reported that union officials agreed to a contribution for health care based on salary for all employees, but management rejected the idea. That was a few days ago and there are no new talks scheduled.
If NYC has an unsubstantiated terror threat against their subways, so must we all share in the paranoia, er, wealth. Due to police activity Market East regional train station is shut down, effectively also cutting off service at 30th Street Station and Suburban Station.
As previously reported on Phillyist, SEPTA shut down the Market-Frankford El from 52nd Street to 69th Street starting at 8 pm on July 15th. While they had no problem starting their project on-time, they did have a problem finishing it on-time. The Market-Frankford El was not fully operational as of 5 am, but trains were able to enter the stations at 8:30 am. Outbound trains started departing the 69th Street Station at 9:00 am.
I couldn't make sense of things Thursday morning. I had been running late (as usual) and barely had a chance to glance at the news which was insistent that terrorist attacks had rocked London. Saddened and confused, I tried to convince myself that couldn't be right. Live 8 had just rocked London...and Wednesday's news that they won the 2012 Olympic bid had probably done it's fair share of rocking. But not bombs. Not London. Not now. No. Scratch that. Not Anywhere. Not Ever. These were my thoughts as I sat on my bus Thursday morning, juggling my coffee in one hand, texting and emailing everyone I knew who might be directly affected by the attacks with the other. It didn't occur to me for a second to be nervous about my own public transit commute until my bus passed 30th Street Station, which was surrounded by news vans, all of them with their broadcasting atennas high in the air.
Unless you live under a rock and/or have never clicked on a real-live-nude-girl website, thumbed through an issue of Playboy, or sashayed through your local sex shop, you've probably heard of Wednesday's passage of a new porn law by the Department of Justice. The legislation, known as Section 2257, could shut down a majority of the porn that you peruse. By invoking a noble purpose, the government has effectively found a way to circumvent that pesky concept of "free speech" and replace it with old-fashioned good intentions. Yet as a panhandler in front of 30th Street Station whispered to me the other day, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Requests for quarters aside, I'm starting to think he was right.
With the ostensible goal of thwarting off teenage would-be starlets, the law requires that every depiction of real-life sexual activity in photographic or video form must be accompanied by a statement that indicates where age records are kept, and where to contact the record keeper. In addition, said record keeper must be available at a physical address 20 hours a week, lest Uncle Sam comes knocking at your door. The penalty for non-compliance? Up to 5 years in prison, and up to a $5000 dollar fine. As a result, thousands of sex workers – and no doubt countless Philadelphia vendors - may lose their livelihood as porn purveyors as they scramble to meet up with the Draconian regulations. And in a medium as tenuous as the Internet, it's hard to believe that the physical statistics of full name, stage name, age, location, and contact info can be filled-in with any promise of regularity. South Street may never look the same again.

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