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Walking down Broad Street to the Allegheny stop one evening, Phillyist was deep in conversation about the psychology of cities. Discussing the El, when it is actually an El, one person remarked “No wonder people get depressed in Kensington, they can’t see the sun!” Philadelphia based artist Edward Epstein might agree. His new site-specific installation, City Without Expressways, presented by InLiquid.com at the Crane Arts Building, looks at the ways in which the building of our beloved highways has affected the city and its dwellers. Specifically, he is concerned with how the reshaping of public space that happened with the construction of the Vine and Schuylkill Expressways and Interstate 95 has made many parts of Philadelphia “inhospitable to humans” and seems to indicate that we are more focused on the comfort of cars than people (the title of this post is his quote). This installation includes printed images on large canvas with transparencies, which allow the landscape to be changed and morphed to reflect overlays of memories and meaning. We were thinking he should tackle public transport next, but he’s already beaten us to it with his Means of Transport series of drawings. We’d like to know what he’d say about Kensington though.

Let me just start off by saying that there is a lot of talent onstage during Being Alive. Let me follow that up by saying all the talent in the world can't save a bad show. It's not bad, I think, because Sondheim is some kind of holy, un-adaptable composer, whose music should never, never, ever be taken out of context, as some have suggested. In fact, more than a few revues have been built...

Hotel Lights and Ben Folds Five - hey, remember Ben Folds Five? That was a cool band...) and Clint, Michigan with Amy Bezunartea.

, which is what happened when we got an email from Amy Winehouse's spokesperson announcing that Amy Winehouse was cancelling her US tour due to 'exhaustion.'

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The best of the internet, squirted out in flavorful neon globules, just for you.

The best of the internet, chopped into tiny bits and grilled for your enjoyment.

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.

There's a saying, "Energy goes where attention flows." With Philadelphia's death toll clocking in at over 150, this city could use some positive energy. So click here and get happy.

When Wincing the Night Away dropped last month, we lamented its winter release date. From the initial notes of the opening track, we knew it was the album of our Spring. By rights we should've been unwrapping the plastic casing joyfully and popping it into our CD player while the sun was out and our windows were open enough to let the warm air in. Whether it's the ukulele on "Australia" or the shake-your-ass bass line of "Sealegs," this album was made for that drive from our best friend's house to the nearest sidewalk cafe serving martinis on a Saturday afternoon. After playing it a few times, we saw the bright side: listening to it made us feel like the last vestiges of winter had disappeared.

With the sun out, the temperatures high, one can only think of one thing-- what's going on in the World of the -ist's?

The shapeless dough of the internet, formed into tasty pellets and baked to perfection, just for you.

A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.

There was nothing else. A blanket of slate clouds shrouded the sun and blue sky. The misty fog which enveloped Lincoln Financial Field veiled most of the already irrelevant outside world. For those fans like myself sitting in the lower levels, not even the parking lot or other newly constructed sporting venues were visible. There was just this. No worrying about grocery shopping; no fantasizing of love interests; no wallowing in thoughts of returning to work the following morning. None of that mattered to those who had convened upon the stone sanctuary at 3501 South Broad Street. It would be sacrilegious for disciples of the Eagles to divert even an ounce of energy away from the game.

...Snap!: Wow. This woman has balls. We like. (Via What Would Tyler Durden Do?)

Phillyist is willing to put on a brave face for almost anything...except excessive heat. (Seriously, when we found ourselves unemployed a few years back we whined considerably less than we have in the past eight hours alone. But...you know...it's just so hoooooooootttttttttttttt.)

This has been a rough week for your -ist pals, though you wouldn't know it from the great posts all over the network. Plagued with server problems, our tech team (led by the great Neil Epstein) toiled around the clock to solve the glitches as they arose. Seriously, we've said, typed, and thought the phrase "server problems" more in the past week than we have for the last 35 years combined. Why not say it a few more times, just for fun? For example, SFist is sure the San Francisco Chronicle wishes they could blame server problems for this error. But this San Francisco man that appeared on "The Daily Show" is, sadly, no glitch in the system.

...Gifts from God: Scarlett Johansson has a great rack. (Via .)

There is a sparrow sitting on the tree just outside our office and he's been chirping for well over an hour. Silly sparrow will not shut up. It would be annoying if it wasn't a reminder that the sun finally reemerged. If only it wasn't supposed to rain on Thursday, we'd be all set.

Business Person Special today down at Citizens Bank Park. And it’s a perfect day to, uh, catch that cold that’s been going around. Just wear sunblock so the boss can’t tell you were sitting out in the sun all day.

Shadowboxer Sunday, April 2nd, 5PM, at the Prince

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Yes, Craiglist. Phillial has stooped this low. Shut up.

Because we just can’t get enough culture in our lives, we’re happy to bring you this week’s events – now in Technicolor!

Dear Philadelphia:

The Phillyist garden is a wonder this time of year. The tomatoes are starting to produce. There are a few string beans to be picked here and there. Scallions are plumping up. But the star of the garden? The herbs.

by Ginny O'Neil We love how most websites focused on keeping your place cool and energy usage down tell you it’s not rocket science. Fortunately, heat, humidity and neighbors with man boobs melt our brains, so we don’t mind repeating it. Keeping the sun out is key. Techniques vary. Depending on Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes to block it is not an option. Use shades. Use sheets. That emergency mylar blanket in your bomb shelter is perfect – but the glare may piss your neighbors off. Keep the place closed during the day and air moving inside. Fans. All the time. Use them. Love them. And blow in the air when it starts getting cool in the evening. Access to the attic? Blow, baby, blow. A heavy duty window fan up here, sucking out, will ease your woes (we suppose it would ease anyone’s woes, eh?). They even have a feature to keep the foul weather out, so you can run it all the time. If you have an air conditioner, make sure it’s well installed. Fill in the cracks in the window. Fill in the neighbors crack while you’re at it. Make sure it’s level. Clean the filter. You don’t want it running all the time – so the more prep you do the better. Remember – heat inside stays inside. Fridge running hot? Take a vacuum to the coils. Unplug stereo and computer components when you’re not around. Dishwasher? Are you kidding me? Would it kill you to hand wash? Take the cooking outside. Grill it up. Invite us over. We like our filet rare. And no man boobs.