Archive: November, 2006
Good to see Philadelphia getting a little national attention for its cradle-of-democracy spirit.
Red State, a conservative blog, jumped on this video, posted onto YouTube, which apparently shows an election watcher trying to bring his video camera into a West Philadelphia polling place yesterday - and being treated like an intruder.
Welcome to the New Dawn. Do you have your Fantasy Congress team in place yet?
It's not unlike other fantasy leagues - you draft and manage a team, competing against others by scoring as many points as possible. How? You score by orchestrating your team of junior and senior legislators in both chambers to push bills along. Real legisislation is used, a measure's progress is updated in the FC database in real time. A quartet of Claremont McKenna College students dreamed it up.
And it's lifelike: you win by getting bills passed, not by passing good bills.
It's been the high holidays for disinformation around here - 150 newsroom layoffs? Our editor on the outs? We're in labor negotiations, I keep saying. These new owners are throwing high and inside. And then something even more unbelievable spreads - Bill Marimow spotted in the building on a day the publisher has called a staff meeting.
This one you could bank on. After lunch we gathered once again in the newsroom, and there was Marimow, the Inquirer's two-time Pulitzer winner for reporting on police misconduct, a son of Philadelphia and symbol of the glory days, standing where we've spent much of the past few years shooing away ghosts, saying difficult times lie ahead, but so does the opportunity for great work.
"We've fallen down the rabbit hole," the reporter next to me whispered. Or as another said, "Everything old is new again." Surreal.
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The All-Spin Zone wants your story. They write: "C'mon, tell us what happened when you voted today!"
Philadelphia may have timed this one right.
If William Drenttel had hatched his nationwide Shoot-Your-Polling-Place experiment last Election Day, Philly photographers might have documented voting in ward leader's homes, bars where the beer's flowing and basements that the disabled can't reach.
A story about Philadelphia's hardcore punk days is scheduled to be the centerpiece in Thursday's Inquirer Magazine. It's written by Lou Perfidio, a freelancer that some of you may recognize from Blinq's comments section or as the blogger known as Tacony Lou.
When an editor called Lou's house Tuesday to ask a question, his wife, Mary, delivered the news. Tacony Lou Perfidio had died the night before. He'd had pneumonia and suffered from high blood pressure. The coroner pronounced the cause of death to be heart disease. Lou was 43. He left a nine-year-old son, Caesar.
I'm pretty shaken. I've known him since 1988, when I walked into the Inky's Horsham Neighbors section and there he was, in the back, a giant, bearded bear with claws. Lou wanted to know, in so many words, if I was one of us or one of them.
A. Thomas Schomberg, the Colorado sculptor who cast the well-traveled Rocky statue now back at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, is making the big guy in mantelpiece sizes.
A 12-inch version of the knick-knack champ, cast in resin and hand-painted, can be had for $98. A 20-inch edition is bronze-plated as well, and goes for $468.