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Wherever you stand on the “Putting Christ Back in Christmas” issue, the simple fact of the matter is that I’m a Jew who loves Christmas. I can easily chalk that up to the fact that I’ve got a [lapsed] Catholic father, but in truth, my mom probably loves Christmas more than my father does. She’s the one who taught me all the Christmas carols.

(Bobbi Block) (no future performances)

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.

When Patrick Wolf took the stage at the Electric Factory Saturday evening, I initially thought that some form of Satanic bird had been released in the building. It got dark. I heard chirping. And hooting. And then chirping and hooting mixed with a musical beat. And then the deafening roar of damn near everyone in the audience as Patrick Wolf and his band took the stage.

, I stopped at the light at 11th Street. There were two men across the street from me, who looked like they'd been in the same place for a while. One seemed considerably happier about this than the other.

Films: Exiled, Sisters

...Must include haircuts?

To your daily liquid-crack intake?

While everyone else was writing about this yesterday, I was too busy working [read: getting a tattoo of Barbaro on my shoulder while listening to Bad Brains].

I can't believe this year is over. It has come and gone in a haze of concerts, martinis, deadlines, endings, beginnings, highs and lows.

Facebook first reached Penn during first semester finals my sophomore year. I went on an “I will not sign up for this e-popularity contest” mission, which lasted for about two minutes. Then I joined. In the library. Where I was supposed to be studying. The site immediately ate my soul.

Walking south on 20th, between Walnut and Locust, I found myself behind a tiny little man. He was wearing the pinkest shirt I ever did see, and I thought to myself, “My, what a bright little fellow!”

Right before college graduation, a bunch of my friends and I found ourselves wondering how we’d meet guys after college. A bit into the conversation, we decided we’d probably meet them the same ways we had thus far: through friends, at bars, same old, same old. Then someone wondered, “Hey, what about at work?”

Photographer J.J. Tiziou

.) (Future performances.)

I've been debating what to do with the photos I've been taking on the Philly streets. It doesn't seem right to just slip them into our Photoist column every once in a while, as we get plenty of beautiful submissions to that from our readers. I thought about starting a separate staff column, but that didn't seem right, either. Then I realized, we're a blog: we don't need a set schedule or a separate column to put up photos. We can just put them up, whenever! So here you go. This is a photo I took of a light hanging from the tunnel that runs between Market East Station and the Reading Terminal Market, on Filbert between 11th and 12th. Hope you like it.

I'm one of those people who likes M. Night Shyamalan's stuff, and not just because he comes from around here, and makes all his movies here (although that's very nice). I like his films because, even when they're ultimately not that good, they still have brilliance and greatness in them. I defy anyone to tell me the man is not a talented filmmaker. He can compose beautiful images and tell a story with them like nobody's business.

A freelance writer, literary critic and editor, Meredith Broussard is only recently a Philadelphian; but she already trash-talks SEPTA like a lifelong resident. Meredith (along with several contributing authors) will be reading from her latest anthology: The Encyclopedia of Exes: 26 Stories by Men of Love Gone Wrong at the Avenue of the Arts Borders tonight at 7 p.m. She kindly agreed to chat with Phillyist via email about the book, blogging, and how failed romance can lead to love, marriage and the baby carriage (at least in the literary world).