As a fan of TV and an obsessive consumer of pop culture, it pains me to say that we are entering a precarious place and dangerously barren landscape in the world of comedy. So many wonderful comedies are leaving us this year. But the good news is Arrested Development is returning.
If you’ll forgive me a momentary channeling of Andy Rooney, here are a few discrete classes of people that have been driving me crazy lately.
The number one reason why people give to a nonprofit is because you ask. We asked, and people gave more than we ever expected. We made over a quarter million dollars for our hard working partner families and for the city of Philadelphia. That’s a lot goodwill. We can’t thank people enough.
Jason Collins is a hero on a micro and macro level. Collins took a step toward self-actualization by taking a step toward truth. He put himself in the line of fire.
Rough times like these leave people scrambling to duck for cover and count their blessings, and I’m no different. I had the privilege of sitting safely on my couch and witnessing events unfold through televised coverage, but I was still stressed out.
Crossing the finish line at my first marathon ranks among my favorite moments in life. To think terrorists picked the same place and moment in Boston to set explosions that were purposed to maim and kill makes an already awful situation all the more heartbreaking and unthinkable.
“Spring returns with balmy zephyrs softly breathed; April the young and gay with flowers wreathed.” That was a line from a delicate Madrigal chorus song I sang many, many years ago in high school. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I do know that spring has indeed sprung and we’ve cast off the shackles of frosty mornings and heavy jackets.
Here in Philly, there’s an expectation that our teams will bring home a championship, and there’s no amount or analysis of pre-season data that will convince us otherwise. The Vince Lombardi Trophy, the World Series Trophy, and the Stanley Cup are merely manifest destiny.
The simple act of posting a picture or expressing support with words filled my cold, clinical heart with joy. The sheer magnitude of people who went red was impressive. When you throw a pebble in the water, you create a ripple, but when you toss a big bag of pebbles in, you make a wave.
The person who wins the office pool is most often someone who has no idea who college basketball works and will use dubious selection criteria, like team colors. Or they’ll pick the team with the fancier mascot.