"Now," he said, "what would 8 percent of 250 be?"
There was a long silence. Eight percent of 250? How would one even begin to divine this mystery? Davidson looked down at his overhead projector, preparing to reveal his secret, but as he did, a single adolescent voice rose up from the crowd.
"Twenty," it said.
"I got the chills," Davidson recalls. It was a 12-year-old boy who, just two years prior, had been living in a small village in China. His name was Sheng Kai. »»

I love reading fiction and nonfiction; it's my twin nerdly passion. At any given moment, I'm reading a novel and a nonfiction book — usually, a biography or a book about Philly history. What bugs me, though, is when some author tries to mix both.

The story starts to sound like something out of a Green Lantern comic book. According to Sly, each Slyly is responsible for finding the next, and it has become a tradition to fill the position with an American. »»

"He died of a heart attack while waiting for a train." So reads Andrew Burke's makeshift memorial, which is posted on the front door of El Azteca II. »»

Jeb Kreager likes to work. Theater audiences know that from the daring physical effort he's put into every New Paradise Lab show. »»

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This is the way the world ends: not with a bang, or with a whimper, but with the whoosh of air out of a whoopee cushion.
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With virtually every three-block subsection of the city sneering with hipster civic pride/superiority, residents have long borne witness to the Balkanization of Philly. »»

If I were gay, single and only mildly interested in dinner, I'd probably be milling around the bar at Knock right now instead of writing this review right now.
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"Once I became a mainstream comic," he says, "I knew we were all in the shitter." »»