Tell me if you've seen this movie before.... There are these 3 college friends. When the movie opens, your first thought is, "Arre, yaar, these guys are idiots." Then you see the girl. Because there is always a girl, isn't there? Naturally, things don't go well, the lovers are thwarted, and the friends end up standing at a train station that's supposed to be in UP, but strongly resembles a Mumbai local station. All before the opening credits. That's when you realize that you've guessed the wrong movie name. This movie is Netflix India's latest release Upstarts.
6 things I learned in 6 days at the Netter Center for Community Partnerships at Penn
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my two years in Philly, it’s the Power of Penn. Inclusion. Innovation. Impact. These three words underline Penn’s commitment to the community through collaboration and creativity. For 25 years, The Netter Center for Community Partnerships has lived this mission by “building a movement for democracy and social change.” That movement includes the Center’s Nonprofit Institute under the direction of Associate Director Isabel Sampson-Mapp.
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Remembering and relearning at the American Civil War Museum in Richmond
“We didn’t wait for stuff to happen to us. But that story is rarely told. And so, for me, that’s an amazing story of men and women and children who seized their moment out of nothing.” -- Christy Coleman, CEO American Civil War Museum
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Of bullying and bread pudding: My visit to Le Virtù on Passyunk Avenue
Being bullied in school When I was in 8th grade, I was bullied by my friends. Strike that. Classmates *I thought* were my friends bullied me. The shift in voice from passive to active makes such a difference here, doesn’t it? It emphasizes the violent nature of the abuse. As is so often the case … Continue reading Of bullying and bread pudding: My visit to Le Virtù on Passyunk Avenue
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What’s cooking with One Book, One Philadelphia this year?
One Book, One Philadelphia is my favorite Free Library of Philadelphia program. I love that the program builds community through reading. For two months every winter, Philly becomes one giant book club. The programming is as diverse as the city itself, ranging from traditional book discussions and author events to themed workshops and cooking classes. … Continue reading What’s cooking with One Book, One Philadelphia this year?
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Overdoing it: Moving
I was born in Philly. For the first five years of my life, I lived just off Rising Sun Avenue. That changed when my parents loaded the three of us into a U-Haul and drove us nearly eight hours away to Akron, Ohio. Little did I realize at age five that I would move more … Continue reading Overdoing it: Moving
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Why I finally gave in to the dark side and started posting book reviews on Amazon
I hate Amazon’s review system. I consider it a trash fire sitting on top of another garbage fire lit by trolls and paid reviews. The reasons are numerous. I dislike the 5-star system. It’s too simplistic and doesn’t offer the user an option to rate the Amazon delivery experience separately from the product experience. Thus, … Continue reading Why I finally gave in to the dark side and started posting book reviews on Amazon
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Hungry Live at the First Person Arts Festival
I love the Skyline Room at the Free Library of Philadelphia. The gold elevators you must take to get there and the spectacular view of Center City from the balcony are the hidden gems of the library. I have enjoyed every event I have attended in that space. From a One Book, One Philadelphia poetry … Continue reading Hungry Live at the First Person Arts Festival
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Light and language: A writer’s journey into art
In our post-literate world, who will have the last word?
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Of steps and story slams: Rebirths, Returns, and Comebacks Story Slam at Wolf Humanities Center
I had just signed the lease on my apartment. I was an adult now. Naturally, I did what every reasonable adult would do. I climbed the Rocky steps, sat on the topmost stair, and cried. That August afternoon was hot. People on the steps would have mistaken my tears for sweat. Fortunately, my emotions evaporated … Continue reading Of steps and story slams: Rebirths, Returns, and Comebacks Story Slam at Wolf Humanities Center
