Ugh, I miss Tower. That was the place to go growing up. I’m from South Philly, so we frequented South Street a lot. I used to love Zipperhead, it was this awesome punk store around 4th and South. Closed.
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Ah, I remember Zipperhead... great store. And I was a bona-fide punk back in those days too. I went to University of the Arts from 1989-93. That's when I was there. There was a great hair stylist I found down in that area who did "punk cuts" back then.Ugh, I miss Tower. That was the place to go growing up. I’m from South Philly, so we frequented South Street a lot. I used to love Zipperhead, it was this awesome punk store around 4th and South. Closed.
Oh, and South Philly is great. My sophomore year I lived in a place right near the Italian Market. And I've got a good story about my roommate and a cow brain that she bought from a butcher there, but it'll have to wait since I have a meeting to go to at work.
I want to hear about the cow brain when you get the chance.Ah, I remember Zipperhead... great store. And I was a bona-fide punk back in those days too. I went to University of the Arts from 1989-93. That's when I was there. There was a great hair stylist I found down in that area who did "punk cuts" back then.
Oh, and South Philly is great. My sophomore year I lived in a place right near the Italian Market. And I've got a good story about my roommate and a cow brain that she bought from a butcher there, but it'll have to wait since I have a meeting to go to at work.
Do you guys know about the rich/poor paradox?
If you take away one dollar from a rich man will that make him a poor man?
Most people would say no to that.
But if you repeat that once for every dollar that the man has, he'll be a poor man.
So that means that at some point by removing one dollar from the man you turned him into a poor man.
IOW, the difference between a rich man and a poor man is less than one dollar!
If you take away one dollar from a rich man will that make him a poor man?
Most people would say no to that.
But if you repeat that once for every dollar that the man has, he'll be a poor man.
So that means that at some point by removing one dollar from the man you turned him into a poor man.
IOW, the difference between a rich man and a poor man is less than one dollar!
Only if there's no middle class.
That changes nothing. The difference between each category will still be less than one dollar.
I bet that wasn't/will be cheap, my condolences .
True, but there's all kinds of definitions in-between. We have a whole class of people above the rich, the super-rich (or mega-rich, if you prefer), the middle class is divided into upper middle class and lower middle class. Poor and rich are merely words to communicate quick and easy, they are not set in stone.
For example, compared to most people in Third World countries, I'd consider myself rich, but in my own country my income is way below the national average, to say nothing of the median income.
Your one dollar boundary between categories works with a progressive income tax, of course, because with laws you need to be that definitive.
Ok, well my meeting was oddly short (boss didn't have much to talk about this week) and the build up is probably better than the actual story, but:
Back when I was in art school my roommate (she was an industrial design major) received an invite to enter a contest or some sort of show with a themed design project. I can't recall what the theme was (something like "what does design mean to you?" or some nebulous topic), but her idea was to simply buy a cow brain, preserve it in a jar of formalin (yes, formalin! This was in the early 90s- I guess that stuff wasn't regulated as much or no one fully understood hazardous materials use). The ultimate presentation involved the jarred, toxic, cow brain being presented on a red, velvet pillow with the word "THINK" embroidered on it.
So, this already sounds sketchy, but the contest was held in NYC and she wasn't able to travel there herself for some reason or another, so she mailed the brain-jar to NYC to be judged. Doesn't sound so bad, but she picked the flimsiest cardboard box that I've ever seen to mail the thing in... you see where this is headed? She didn't even send it certified or use Fedex or anything... just went to the USPS and said, "here you go", standard mail please. Blam! Cow brains and formalin everywhere along the circuit from Philly to NYC... the post office and contest judges (because somehow this abomination managed to be delivered to its ultimate destination, not in one piece) were not happy campers. She received a severe nasty-gram in the mail from them. This was way before email and I just recall my roommate reading the letter aloud to her mother, who was visiting that weekend and we all rolled in laughter. The poor mail man may have died from cancer already from that incident.
Anyhow... that's the Philadelphia cow brain story circa. 1991. Like I said, the buildup was likely better than the actual tale.
At least she didn't start a zombie apocalypse.
Sorry to hear about your toe, and the events that led up to it.
I’m am glad though, that you made it to A&E and got the treatment you needed.
HAHAHAHHAHAHA
I really should get back to Philly for a visit. I was there for a few games at Citizens Bank Park a few years ago and I was, let's say, "unprepared" for the reception that I (as a visiting fan) got. I think I kind of panicked and thought everyone was out to get me. I realize now that it was not really that bad, and that I should grow a thicker skin.
Besides, CBP is a great ballpark, and I could really use a good cheesesteak.
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Make sure you go to Phillips next time!Besides, CBP is a great ballpark, and I could really use a good cheesesteak.
Make sure you go to Phillips next time!
(after frantic search on Google Maps to find closest subway station) Done!
Unless they're trying to throw the competition by giving bad tips.
Horse racing, though it is my favorite sport, is pretty much about you versus the world. :PYou should most certainly go back.I really should get back to Philly for a visit. I was there for a few games at Citizens Bank Park a few years ago and was, let's say, "unprepared" for the reception that I (as a visiting fan) got. I think I kind of panicked and thought everyone was out to get me. I realize now that it was not really that bad, and that I should grow a thicker skin.
Besides, CBP is a great ballpark, and I could really use a good cheesesteak.
I had a pretty good time; went with a former co-worker (who knew the current city so we hit up some great restaurants and bars she knew about) and one of my former roommates from when I lived in CA. My favorite restaurant, Magnlia café, was gone though. 
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there's that weird crap on the bottom of my post again. It's from cutting and pasting because I was trying to abide by board rules, which I just now broke.
@cosmic mouse and @TribbleFeeder, have either of you ever been to a game at the Vet? What was it like back then?
I might have. I went to a Flyers game and a horse show in a stadium in South Phila… not sure where I was (or if it was the same building both times).
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