Archive: January, 2007
The leading contenders in the "what to call Carmelo Anthony and Allen Iverson" game.
I personally like Carmallen.
(hat tip, Deadspin.)
Knowledge at Wharton pokes around the logic of a player making more money than Michael Jordan, Shaquille O'Neal, Peyton Manning, A-Rod or Lance Armstrong when he stars in a sport that probably generates the least revenue of any U.S. pro league.
Can David Beckham - who's signed a $250 million contract to play soccer for five years with the L.A. Galaxy - sustain the hype?
The view of one of the marketing profs at Penn and various sports experts:
On page 31 of the production notes for Catch and Release, the new Jennifer Garner romantic dramedy, the biography of composer BT states that he:
is the creative force currently driving digital songwriting and soundscaping in its evolution into the audio-visual-spiritual art-form that will define and inspire the human narrative of the 21st Century. He is re-mastering the obsolete soundtrack of our late analog planet, reassmbling from the chaos of smashed bytes blurring our sampled lives a new paradigm of beauty for "This Binary Universe" - which happens to be the title of his most recent release.
But can we dance to it?
If you're cocky enough to think you know more minutae about the Italian Stallion than any other movie-going mook, stop by The Broadway Theatre in Pitman, N.J. Thursday night for a chance to win $500.
Doors open at 6:45 p.m. The trivial challenge begins at 7:30. A showing of Rocky Balboa starts at 8:30. Admission: $5 for adults, $3 for children and seniors.
To illustrate its product, Pluggd has created the State of The Union Smackdown.
In the red corner is the president, in the blue corner is Sen. James Webb, D-Va.
Former "Scene" columnist Clark Deleon on finding out the first name of the Drexel Dragon.
Former arts writer Len Boasberg on the high price of recognition.
Read this post from Scott Wisniewski, written in Young Philly Politics, about the day he found himself terrified, near collapse, at the doctor's office.
He's not sure what was more frightening: a possible diagnosis of mono, or the receptionist presenting him a bill for $80.