
Go West, Young ManOur writer traverses Pennsylvania on bicycle, and (barely) lives to tell the tale.
by Isaiah ThompsonFinally I do it: I announce my vacation, pack up the bike, and start
pedaling the 380 miles to Pittsburgh with the notion of seeing
something of this "Pennsylvania."
Know Your EnemyYou, NewFan, have got problems.
by E. James BealeUnlike last year, when the Phillies faced the undeniably annoying
(cow bells? Rayhawks?) but ultimately unimposing Tampa Bay Rays, the
2009 Phils are facing off against the most despicable professional
franchise this side of the Dallas Cowboys — the New York Yankees.

A Million StoriesIf you've lived here long enough, you've probably heard this story before.
by Carolyn HuckabayInstead of calling 911 I spent the evening combing the streets of South
Philly in a PhillyCarShare car with my supportive but annoyed
boyfriend. This is so ridiculous, he said. This city is so screwed up,
I said.
666There's slightly demonic stuff everywhere you look.
by Isaiah ThompsonThe microwave started
beeping. And with each beep — and I swear this is true — a "6" appeared
on the screen: "6," it beeped. "6." "666." The numbers wouldn't clear.
I tried again; same thing. So Satan controls my microwave, big whup.

The Bell CurveCity Paper's Quality-o-Life-o-Meter
When news breaks in Philadelphia, we make jokes.
IcepackAmorosi on the news, nightlife, gossip and bitchiness beats.
by A.D. AmorosiI neither like nor read Nick Hornby. If I wanna know about bad things the '80s gave us, I have a diary and a shattered nervous system to reference.