My Walk to Work

For anyone who is not yet aware, it snowed last night...

Snowy tree tunnel

Hi Temple, don't worry, we'll all be in our classes today!

Clearly the most efficient way for a shoveling crew to work is to all do the same spot at the same time.



I hope you guys don't need your cars anytime soon.


Sun's coming up.

Shout out to mah brotha'

I just downloaded Easy Like Sunday Morning's new EP and you should too!

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Asian things

A few sights in Chinatown, Philadelphia

Dear undercover police

Allow me to preface this story by saying that I am not a chicken, a baby or exceptionally paranoid. I will, however, admit that I can get a tad jumpy when I'm home alone at night; a circumstance I have found myself in for the past two weeks as my roomates are not yet back from winter break. The fact that I don't live in a particularly safe neighborhood works in my defense here.
With that being said, the other night as I was watching a movie, getting ready for bed, there was a loud banging on the door to the upstairs apartments. I could tell that it wasn't my door, so I ignored it for about ten minutes and then finally decided to investigate. I peered through the peep hole and saw two middle aged men in the foyer, talking about why no one was answering and looking for a bell. I was wondering how they had even gotten through the front door when I heard the one say, "What about this door?" They knocked on my door and as I was standing right on the other side (awkward) I just said, "Who's there?" They said, "It's the police, open the door."
While I may not be paranoid, I'm also not stupid. I asked (through the door) what they wanted and they held up their badges. I was still too wary to turn the bolt, so I just stood there, and then they started to get really rude. The one said that if I didn't believe them I should just call 911 and they would wait and that I would cause a huge scene. Okay, good way to build trust here. By that point I was so not going to open the door- call me ridiculous if you want.
Anyway, to make a long story short, another guy came in who was visiting someone upstairs and when I saw him, I answered the door and spoke to the police about the girl they were looking for who lives in my building. The plain-clothes officers made it clear that they were annoyed with my behavior, but better safe than sorry.

My favorite place

Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.

-Diane Frolov and Andrew