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(11/20/19 4:05am)
On the blustery November Wednesday following homecoming weekend at Penn, the campus sidewalks overflowed with piles, cans, and bags of garbage. Wednesday is collection day for the neighborhood surrounding Penn’s campus, so for those without a landlord or private pick–up service at their residence, hump day is waste day. In kicking their garbage to the curb, those living just west of Penn’s campus have to confront their week’s worth of waste as they set it outside to be whisked away later that day. And after homecoming parties and pre–games and brunches, there’s waste galore.
(11/19/19 11:48pm)
Nestled across from historic Washington Square, three bird boxes sit atop the sign marking the entrance to Philadelphia's iconic restaurant enclave, Talula's Garden. As customers walk through the iron gate, they're transported to a hidden urban oasis. The city street disappears as they enter a picturesque patio, tucked away amid vines and beams of wood. Hundreds of yellow twinkling lights enlace the leaves, illuminate the quiet street, and thaw the brisk November evening. In the words of acclaimed chef and restaurateur Aimee Olexy, walking into Talula’s Garden is like transporting yourself to “a hideaway secret garden.”
(11/20/19 7:00am)
Welcome to 34th Street Magazine's Climate Change Issue. This is our world too, and we should never forget that.
(11/19/19 5:48am)
I guess I'd call it environmental guilt—a feeling of being completely useless and also completely responsible for more than I want to accept. It’s the fear of extinction. It’s the discomfort of having my survival instincts kick in, and being confused as to why some people seem so unafraid of the danger. It’s the anger I feel when someone asks me why I protest. It’s the disappointment of forgetting my metal straw, or worse yet, the disappointment of knowing my metal straws won’t save me. It’s hopelessness and helplessness. I feel so guilty.
(11/13/19 5:37am)
Ben Habermeyer (E ’20) looked at the Statistical Inference (STAT–431) exam in front of him with a sense of mild panic. Not one of the textbook practice problems recommended by the professor looked anything like the questions on the page in front of him. He looked around. No one else seemed to be struggling nearly as much as he was. As the clock ticked away, he scribbled in what he could and turned in his exam feeling decimated.
(11/06/19 4:52am)
The July heat surrounded Claudia Chung (C ‘20) as she stood on the streets of Yuen Long, a town in northwest Hong Kong. Sweat stuck to her clothes as she walked in a crowd of thousands, many dressed head–to–toe in black shirts and pants, thick gloves, hard hats, and face masks. From above, the protesters looked like a sea of floating umbrellas—a safeguard against pepper spray and rubber bullets. In Claudia’s backpack were two liters of water, goggles, and a first aid kit she hoped she wouldn’t have to use.
(10/23/19 4:29am)
Though Mika Graviet (N ’21) grew up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter–day Saints, the first time she’d ever read the Book of Mormon and prayed with a “sincere heart” was during her freshman year at Penn.
(10/16/19 4:17am)
There’s one story that Reverend Chaz Howard never gets tired of telling. Thirty years ago, when Howard was in middle school, he remembers playing basketball at an all–boys Jewish sports camp in Maine. “It was the best of times and the smelliest of times,” he says with a laugh.
(10/30/19 5:47pm)
I pulled my sweater tight around my body, shaking from a breeze equal parts cold and invigorating. Kanye West’s “Gold Digger” blasted through the speakers as clusters of middle school boys laughed with measured amounts of glee, daring each other to walk through the hallowed halls of Philadelphia’s most famous prison without so much as a gasp.
(10/09/19 4:14am)
Jana Pugsley (C‘22) was used to the metal detector that greeted her at the entrance of Central High School every morning. She was used to subsidized breakfast and lunch, to bathrooms without toilet paper, to letters in the mail from teachers begging parents for photocopy paper.
(10/02/19 4:33am)
In one of the first classes that history professor Ann Farnsworth–Alvear taught at Penn, the sheer range of experiences of the students packed into her lecture on Latin America was both remarkable and invisible, depending on who you asked.
(10/02/19 3:43am)
If you’ve met me during any part of my adolescence, you probably know me as ‘aa–kroot–ee’. If you’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting me for the first time at any social event where the decibel of the music turns those three syllables into an incoherent mess, you may know me as "AJ."
(09/25/19 5:36am)
Our Fall 2019 Dining Guide features personal essays, epistolary articles, restaurant reviews from neighborhoods all around Philadelphia, and a healthy amount of love. We went to Pizzeria Beddia, wrote about eating alone, and trekked down South Street. So, enjoy. We hope you're hungry!
(09/25/19 2:04am)
The best pizza in Philadelphia is hidden in an alleyway under the Market–Frankford Line. Located on a quiet street in Fishtown, the new Pizzeria Beddia is laden with the myth of superlatives—it has the most open space, the tastiest slice, the creamiest soft serve. Owned by Joe Beddia, a reluctant superhero of a chef known for his Clark Kent glasses and penchant for slouchy t–shirts, the new location isn’t meant to be compared to the old. They’re nothing alike.
(09/18/19 4:41am)
At Penn, the pressure to be healthy—or at least look it—is palpable. On a typical weekday evening at Pottruck, it’s difficult to find an unoccupied elliptical. Fitbits and “athleisure” clothing, from Lululemon to Athleta, can always be spotted on Locust Walk. During lunchtime, the line of Penn students at sweetgreen goes out the door, while just a few steps away, Bobby’s Burger Palace is a ghost town.
(09/11/19 4:26am)
**Content warning: The following text describes depression and substance use and can be disturbing and/or triggering for some readers. Please find resources listed at the bottom of the article.**
(09/04/19 4:41am)
Ten days after the Dayton, Ohio shooting, Erin Ward (W ’22), a Dayton–area local, went shopping with her mom.
(09/04/19 2:29am)
I remember the day I forgot the Nicene Creed. The space in my brain that once held the 32–line prayer had emptied at some point during my first semester of college. I was no longer used to reciting the statement of Christian beliefs every Sunday; a lack of practice begets a lack of memory. In the car ride home from church that day, I wondered: if I had forgotten the entirety of a prayer that listed the foundational truths of Catholicism, had I also forgotten how to pray?
(08/16/19 6:20am)
Penn’s campus is full of memorable public sculptures. Who hasn’t taken a photo by the Love statue, or walked under Covenant—the official name for the tall red beams on Locust? Now, with a long–term loan from the Association for Public Art for 99 years, Penn's sculpture collection grows even bigger. The relocation of two large–scale, outdoor sculptures—Louise Nevelson’s Atmosphere and Environment XII (1970) and Sir Jacob Epstein’s Social Consciousness (1954)—began in mid–July. Atmosphere and Environment XII has been placed on Shoemaker Green, and the installation of Social Consciousness is well underway at the Memorial Garden Walkway.
(08/26/19 9:35pm)
Summer 2019 has proven itself to be an explosive time for the Philly restaurant scene. The long–awaited K’Far Cafe has opened, along with a bunch of new neighborhood spots that have livened up otherwise sleepy parts of Philadelphia. With everything from brunch, to Thai, to pizza that’s been dubbed "The World's Best" by Bon Appétit, you have a lot of catching up to do once you’re back on campus. Here’s where to start.
