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Continuing with our season previews of fall sports Sprint Football — all roads lead to Navy (but not in Annapolis) Soccer looking more like the 2008 Ivy champs ESPNU can't broadcast Penn-Princeton in 2010 Eli Cohen has respect for Al Bagnoli's disregard for records Have a great weekend. Keep your eyes on the freshmen again.
The news about Glen Miller today unfortunately came on the first day of a month in which The Daily Pennsylvanian won't be publishing because of finals and winter break, so we don't have the opportunity to print any papers with all of our columns reacting to the decision to relieve Miller of his duties. However, I decided to write a column anyway and post it to thedp.com.
This morning, we were doing our routine check of college newspaper headlines from all across the land when we came across this comic on the front page of the Columbia Spectator. Huh? Maybe Columbia is jealous that we have more fun than them (Fall Fest what up?!? Leap frogging GET AT US.) or maybe it's just some random anger brought on by the bitter cold and wind of Morningside Heights. Maybe Columbia just needs a big hug.
Remember when China had that outbreak of bird flu? Yeah, that was fun. Now it's our turn to have a zoologically-themed flu. Birds ain't really appropriate for the supersized American population, are they? We needed something more… obese sounding.
If you haven't heard the... steamy gossip, there was a fire in Rodin last night. According to the DP, the fire may not have been accidental.
We'll admit it: ever since pledging ended, we've been a little starved for some brothers in costume. (UTB loves a man in uniform.) Just when we thought it was all over and the only thing to look forward to was summer, a guy in a rabbit suit appeared on Locust Walk. Seems like Skulls is pulling out all the stops for their "Crunk for Crohn's" party tonight. This guy has been out there since the early morning asking for donations, chasing runners, and dancing to old school hip-hop. The bunny below is breaking it down to "Notorious."
Looks like Mask & Wig isn't the only performing arts group up to some crazy tomfoolery. Check out what Quadramics is doing to pimp their show, "A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum."
News advisory: this year's crop of Mask & Wiglets have donned their boas.
This weekend's band to see is the Bad Plus. They'll be playing at Chris' Jazz Cafe on 1421 Sansom on Friday and Saturday. (Each night has an 8 p.m. and a 10 p.m. set)
Turns out the internet isn't a series of tubes at all: it's a nation.
Was there a plumber convention at Penn this weekend? Below, a sighting we could have done without.
Penn is one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country, maybe even the world. You must be pretty smart to be going here. But do you know what all of the New Deal acronyms stand for? No? How about every movie Russell Crowe has been in?
Seen on a bathroom stall:
If 34th Street is Claudia Kishi, then the DP is Janine: our smartypants older sibling who, deep down inside, we love. Below, Photo editor Alex Remnick explains why you should enter the DP's photo contest.
I came to Penn from a high school in New York called Fieldston. It was a little bit like Gossip Girl, but coed, and a greater proportion of the student body was stoned. College admissions was basically our religion from sophomore year on. By second semester of junior year, SATs and applications replaced the weather as the default small talk topic. One of my friends used to have panic attacks because she thought that Emma Watson was applying to Middlebury, thus leaving her with zero chance of being accepted. (She is currently at Wesleyan and couldn't be happier.) While most people found watching the entire grade apply to the same 12 schools nerve-wracking, I saw it for what it truly was: thoroughly entertaining.