tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75314732257165063072024-02-06T18:25:45.603-08:00the pop boxstop me if you think you've heard this one beforeThe Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-51374257869794129232008-08-24T20:20:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:26:48.022-07:00Stranger Than Fiction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcryj72BRZUDwWBU37cPiq2dDZzGcfH_UkPkeLydGOqh2bZl-7id1_PiJ-oeP__2hNVwcq4sQ2C_5NI4tK5BMaIurLF7R2VBw9BV1oeJR9Jhqk9sH7LliubqLwlZkRDiB3k1USAX_QORk/s1600-h/22canada2.190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcryj72BRZUDwWBU37cPiq2dDZzGcfH_UkPkeLydGOqh2bZl-7id1_PiJ-oeP__2hNVwcq4sQ2C_5NI4tK5BMaIurLF7R2VBw9BV1oeJR9Jhqk9sH7LliubqLwlZkRDiB3k1USAX_QORk/s320/22canada2.190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291318213374850" border="0" /></a>First, read this strange story about a crazy man in Toronto (pictured at left) who stole not 1 or 2, or even 10 bicycles. He stole 2,865 bicycles. Yes, 2,865, even children's bikes!<h1> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/22/world/americas/22canada.html?ei=5070"><nyt_headline version="1.0" type=" "></nyt_headline></a><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/22/world/americas/22canada.html?ei=5070"> In a Cyclist-Friendly City, a Black Hole for Bikes</a> </h1>Best part?<br /><br />"As the police gathered the mounds of bikes, they also found cocaine, crack cocaine, about 15 pounds of marijuana and <span style="font-style: italic;">a stolen bronze sculpture of a centaur and a snake in battle</span>."<br /><br />So um, what's up with the sculpture?The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-46078709277777143562008-04-09T17:09:00.001-07:002008-04-09T17:10:34.889-07:00CALL HENRY<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2402250590/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/2402250590_47a9aeaa44.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2402250590/">Sighting: Call Henry</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thepopbox/">The Pop Box</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Henry is a man of many talents. He will not only help you if you are confused, but he will also sell you a car AND fix your credit... Found posted in the Germantown section of Philadelphia.</p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-59221667602285837302008-04-09T16:54:00.000-07:002008-04-09T18:42:16.563-07:00A MESSAGE VIA Google Talk (condensed)1-side of a very funny Google Talk chat. Here's what my friend had to say about their day...<br /><br /><blockquote>"I had diversity training today...<br />it's like how not to be racist at work<br />you're supposed to stop other people<br />if they start to say something racist you go<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Ouch!"</span><br />literally<br />that's what they taught us<br />we reviewed some Maya Angelou quotes<br />and then they said the names of different groups<br />like "Muslim" "gay white man" "senior citizen"<br />and we had to write down whatever words popped into our heads<br />so my paper was like "terrorist" "San Francisco" "slow"<br />and then that was the end of the training"</blockquote>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-59021103185126868042008-03-31T22:41:00.001-07:002008-03-31T22:43:09.313-07:00WE ONLY HAVE DEALS<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2378801983/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2378801983_a8bed0dcf8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2378801983/">Deals Only: WE ONLY HAVE DEALS</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thepopbox/">The Pop Box</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> A real store on a real street in real Bellingham, Washington. It's actually called "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Deals Only: We Only Have Deals.</span>" I think everything might be discounted or something... Unfortunately, I did not get to go inside but I did make my cousin drive me back to the store so I could get a good shot. She says they do in fact have good deals.</p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-61313223213574028392008-03-26T15:51:00.001-07:002008-03-26T15:52:11.638-07:00BEST PARTY INVITATION EVER: angst2.5<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2364351369/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2364351369_bd9c6cd6c6.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/2364351369/">angst2.5</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thepopbox/">The Pop Box</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-88115260727666845212008-03-16T02:37:00.000-07:002008-03-19T09:01:58.465-07:00SAVED EMAIL: DREAMS DO COME TRUE...<span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode">....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode">From: J<br />To: E<br />Date: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fri, 18 Jan 2008 9:11 am</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"><br /></span><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode">I had a dream last night that you had a pet monkey and a wildcat. The wildcat just seemed like a big regular cat until you felt its pointy ears and VERY long arms and paws. It had huge teeth but it was super friendly. These animals lived in your bedroom. </span><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"><br />- J</span><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"><br /></span><blockquote><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Commentary by E: </span>The funniest thing about this message</span><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"> is that I now have a cat named Jenga. And he's very wild and has long arms and paws but <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> super friendly. See...</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi5UgTpqb_1BFedLu2gsZAM44M_xmKLD-ewXY3hE0wXfhKtAkazp27KK9zXbCvWg4PVwYNUaPxYdOqFIG9gJ4tMtRCBAsHkgX8dnowXiJQkXkweP4bm3pvxt0Xd7bObbEXTdP34v9oF8/s1600-h/Jenga_paws.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi5UgTpqb_1BFedLu2gsZAM44M_xmKLD-ewXY3hE0wXfhKtAkazp27KK9zXbCvWg4PVwYNUaPxYdOqFIG9gJ4tMtRCBAsHkgX8dnowXiJQkXkweP4bm3pvxt0Xd7bObbEXTdP34v9oF8/s320/Jenga_paws.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178273684537534978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jenga reaches for the <a href="http://www.myspace.com/roaminggnome">Roaming Gnome</a>.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLl4Ni86Rkeo7KCVSry5KMpAZ2ofFZ8fe4v5LPQ8v0oJC6-AY0oafaOcGTokUZNzSEp4oIhgtomGWURFIHl9BDgcxO2GUEPDGi0SGDR1OcYrojmIMYSUGy7W3dEYUb2GGUltOR07VHLxo/s1600-h/Jenga_eattingmouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLl4Ni86Rkeo7KCVSry5KMpAZ2ofFZ8fe4v5LPQ8v0oJC6-AY0oafaOcGTokUZNzSEp4oIhgtomGWURFIHl9BDgcxO2GUEPDGi0SGDR1OcYrojmIMYSUGy7W3dEYUb2GGUltOR07VHLxo/s320/Jenga_eattingmouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178274178458774034" border="0" /></a><span class="subject" dojoattachpoint="subjectNode"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jenga playfully slaughters toy mouse on string.<br /><br /></span></span></div>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-56996535292893194482008-03-14T17:34:00.000-07:002008-04-09T17:11:35.612-07:00Philadelphia Parking Authority: Operation Swoop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-4cIOyB4mzH7Hj1nejZHunPspmz-q8vD0mKfP9vhVBsbYbSoloxGlOdtpxLY3sZE-qavHFkPz9H7sWerrNjdyIchTKeCGBwnhWlzvrMA-raWXVC0bFt3dwVIlajTyt7iOyPL_ZlacVw/s1600-h/ParkingWars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-4cIOyB4mzH7Hj1nejZHunPspmz-q8vD0mKfP9vhVBsbYbSoloxGlOdtpxLY3sZE-qavHFkPz9H7sWerrNjdyIchTKeCGBwnhWlzvrMA-raWXVC0bFt3dwVIlajTyt7iOyPL_ZlacVw/s400/ParkingWars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177761273464285666" border="0" /></a>One of my new favorite and shameful obsessions is A&E's new reality series, <a href="http://www.aetv.com/parking-wars"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Parking Wars</span></a>. The show follows meter maids, booters and impound lot officers all over the city. Now who would have thought that an entire TV show about the day-to-day lives of Philadelphia Parking Authority workers could be so entertaining? For starters, it's all based in Philly which means you're going to get the cream of the crop from downtown bitches, rude tourists, ghettolandians, college kids and more...<br /><br />My favorite character goes by the name of <a href="http://www.aetv.com/parking-wars/parking-wars-meet-ticketing.jsp"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swoop</span></a> AKA Tiffany. She's a ticketing officer who says she has to say the "Serenity Prayer" to get through a stressful work day. Her goal, every day all day, is to write the most tickets possible. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rundown of <span style="font-style: italic;">Operation Swoop</span>: </span>Swoop hides out in park behind bush across the street from bank with handicap meter right out front. Patrons continually pull into the handi spot to run into the bank (shame shame shame). As soon as the drivers are out of site, Swoop runs across the street and writes a ticket like lightening. Angry driver comes out pleading and cursing: "I was only in there for 5 seconds!" LIAR!Swoop has already written the ticket and she's all smiles. Suckers.<br /><br />To me, Swoop is a local celebrity. My sister was in Center City the other day. She writes,<br /><blockquote>"u will never believe who i saw! SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!! she came by my meter as i was feeding it with the smart card and i went "SWWWWWOOOOOOP" and swoop went "heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."</blockquote>And that was it. I heart Swoop. - POP by EThe Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-27494369804775713082008-02-15T12:18:00.000-08:002008-02-17T23:09:00.934-08:00GRAPPLE! Looks like an apple. Tastes like a grape.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiKyOY7Jr30RTFTE6KBZGsOVrTFvwIIc18FYAT8OzVhPjbuVzdWvDZ14Ud9yrfUs-CZ6lwZD2KBU4jL5pIQXZ_zK6rnWx9ZxHeAFnlNLejeXy7spSub4aGAnb8TmTKRi5WxU2LfJ9wQk/s1600-h/IMG_2153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiKyOY7Jr30RTFTE6KBZGsOVrTFvwIIc18FYAT8OzVhPjbuVzdWvDZ14Ud9yrfUs-CZ6lwZD2KBU4jL5pIQXZ_zK6rnWx9ZxHeAFnlNLejeXy7spSub4aGAnb8TmTKRi5WxU2LfJ9wQk/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167305819631836738" border="0" /></a>This is a grapple, actually it's four of them. They are the offspring of an apple mated with a grape. Isn't it amazingly horrific? They smell SO GOOD. Sweet grapes, nature's bounty.<br /><br />But no, they have the crunch of an apple, and I just don't like apples!<br /><br />- POP by Appas, Guest BloggerThe Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-82063147075120129972008-02-14T08:06:00.000-08:002008-02-14T08:16:17.674-08:00Stuff White People Like<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uva.co.uk/wp/wp-content/projects/onTheRoad/tokyo/tokyo01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.uva.co.uk/wp/wp-content/projects/onTheRoad/tokyo/tokyo01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>There's a new blog in town and we really like it. Thanks to J. for alerting us of the power that is <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.org/">Stuff White People Like</a> - a blog devoted to stuff that white people like. One of my favorite posts is<a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.org/?p=193"> #67 Japan</a>. Read on for a taste of why white people really like Japan. You know it's true...<blockquote>"White people love Japan for a number of reasons. Sushi is pretty much the biggest one, since white people have spent so much time Sushi restaurants, enjoying the food, learning about how to eat it, and how to be snobby about it. This natural curiousity fills them with a need to pay a visit to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsukiji_fish_market" onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outbound/article/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsukiji_fish_market');">Tsukiji</a> and taste the freshest Sushi possible...<br /><br />But it goes beyond just food, all white people either have/will/or wished they had taught English in Japan. It is a dream for them to go over seas and actually live in Japan. This helps them not only because it fills their need to travel, it will enable them to gain important leverage over other white people at Sushi restaurants where they can say “this place is pretty good, but living in Japan really spoiled me. I’ve had such a hard time finding a really authentic place.”<br /></blockquote>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-68224940964542662352008-01-09T21:09:00.000-08:002008-02-17T22:49:04.186-08:00Sassy SantaJust before the holidays we hosted a Secret Santa gift exchange for our friends.<br /><br />On our fridge there is a grocery list that I use quite often. It has an old photograph of a cat and a little girl sharing a milkshake - very cute. This week, I tore off a page to discover that one of our guests had been scribbling away during the party, leaving little insights behind:<br /><br />grocery list<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />page 18</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don't forget!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Used condoms also make great sandwich bags!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">P.S. For Work!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 19</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> =)</span> <i>(smiley face)</i><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Recycle your lube!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 20</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">#12 - the way you fashion your cataract sunglasses as a bong! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 21</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Don't forget!:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">#45 - keep a few sugar free diabetic candies in your pocket for a quick snack! They're delicious! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 22</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I <3><i>(heart) </i><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Irene</span><br /><br /><u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> TO DO</u><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1) Fiber. Always fiber. Balanced & healthy diet. The plumbing will ensure a lifetime of happiness!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">A friendly reminder from your friends from Metamucil</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">(three blank pages) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 26</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">SUCK YOUR MAMA PUNANI<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">(nine blank pages) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">page 36</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">It's Earth Day!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Do your part to recycle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Also don't forget to recycle your manure</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Sponsored by your poop</span></span>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-10502642782052037942007-11-16T21:17:00.000-08:002008-04-09T17:11:42.347-07:00Mistakes Happen<span class="text"><blockquote>CORRECTION: "A headline in Monday's Daily News, 'He regrets his role in postal vid,' implied that Richard Marino, the subject of a YouTube video, was sorry for an incident in December at a Brooklyn post office. Marino, in fact, is <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>sorry. The News regrets the error." -- Daily News, New York. </blockquote></span><span class="text">So you know how pretty much every day, there is a list of corrections printed in the newspaper? Sometimes they are rather amusing. Liz forwarded me this article about a guy who keeps a website called </span><span class="text"><a href="http://www.regrettheerror.com/">Regrettheerror.com</a> which lists corrections from all over. The above is one of his favorites, as is this one, which I love. </span>- POP by E by way of Liz<span class="text"><br /></span><blockquote><span class="text">CORRECTION: </span><span class="text">"It has come to the editor's attention that the Herald-Leader neglected to cover the civil rights movement. We regret the omission." - </span><span class="text">The Lexington (Ky.) Herald-Leader, apparently trying to make up for decades of forgotten coverage, printed this two-sentence note.</span></blockquote><span class="text"></span>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-57898920054085112892007-11-15T20:21:00.000-08:002008-04-11T21:10:52.815-07:00Morons This Is Not a Trash Can for the LazyIt's been a long time since I've posted anything, which is not to say that I haven't been blogging per say. In fact, I've become quite the blog reader. See below a favorite from the Philadelphia City Paper blog, The Clog. I was certainly amused by the post. But seriously, I hate trash and litter. And anyone breaking the law should be reported! Still funny though. More to come soon. I've been stockpiling hilarity. POP by E<br /><br /> <div style="float: right;"> <!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --> <script type="text/javascript"> addthis_url = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; addthis_pub = 'citypaper'; </script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/addthis_widget.php?v=12"></script><br /> <!-- AddThis Bookmark Button END --> </div> <small class="clog_byline"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Morons This Is Not a Trash Can for the Lazy<br /></span>Friday, November 9th, 2007 at 12:17 pm<br /> posted by <a href="http://www.citypaper.net/blogs/clog/author/brianhoward/">Brian Howard</a><br /><br /></small><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 492px; height: 369px;" alt="http://www.citypaper.net/blogs/clog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/chad_willenborg.JPG" src="http://www.citypaper.net/blogs/clog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/chad_willenborg.JPG" /><br />Not a trashcan. - Photo by Chad Willenborg<br /></div><p>Reader (and runner up in last year’s fiction contest) <a href="http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2007/01/04/suit-of-lights" target="_blank">Chad Willenborg</a> sends us the above photo. The sign reads: "Morons, This is not a trash can for the lazy."</p> <blockquote> <p>I wasn’t sure to whom I might send such a photo, but I thought you guys might find it interesting. My pic isn’t the best, but, man, there are lasagne-like layers of irony in this one. Around 20th and Jackson in South Philly…</p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p>Best,</p> <p>Chad Willenborg</p> </blockquote> <p>Thanks, Chad!</p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-85370850037587022502007-09-14T22:17:00.001-07:002007-09-14T22:34:10.240-07:00FROM THE COLLECTION: a closeup<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/1383985455/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1075/1383985455_ecf38e1c1b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /></div> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/1383985455/">sc000cee30</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thepopbox/">The Pop Box</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-67324047588598009782007-09-14T22:16:00.001-07:002008-02-03T18:05:02.195-08:00FROM THE COLLECTION<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/1383984817/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/1383984817_3aacd837fc.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> Here is an image of a pig stabbed by one of my parents' kabob skewers. Inside its belly: a small Pope.<br /><br />The piece was important to the movement; we could never return the skewer to the set. It is now permanently housed in box in my apartment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Artist: Loryn</span><br /></div></div></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-70974402563137937252007-07-11T18:50:00.001-07:002007-08-22T22:24:58.532-07:00SANESE SERVICES<div style="text-align: center;">We've been busy.<br />So sorry.<br />This should tide you over until we can<br />get back to more regular goodness.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1023/780925275_a3a82d2924_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 353px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1023/780925275_a3a82d2924_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Courtesy of the archives of the one and only Mr. J.<br /><br /></div>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-864688818682624922007-06-30T16:06:00.001-07:002007-07-11T16:33:37.390-07:00THE DRAGON BUS SERIES: An Interview with Pibian and Wamie<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepopbox/675653595/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/675653595_26ce70d885.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pibian: </span>Ok, so we were down in Maryland last year for Preakness. Before leaving for New York, we decide to get really high, and then Balls <span style="font-style: italic;">(that’s the name of their friend)</span> drops us off in the outskirts of Baltimore Chinatown.<br /><br />(editor’s note <span style="font-style: italic;">– ew</span>)<br /><br />Anyway, we get out of the car all dazed and we see this fried chicken place. I'd eyed it before when we arrived but didn't go in.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wamie:</span> Chester Fried Chicken.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pibian:</span> So we go in there and there's a big woman and this little man behind the counter.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wamie:</span> You know she gives it to him back there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pibian:</span> So Wamie and I decide pick out two big drumsticks and potato wedges and wait outside for the Chinatown bus.<br /><br />But instead a dirty little minivan pulls up to the curb and the driver starts waving and honking. We get in and nobody says anything.<br /><br />So it’s just me and Wamie and the driver in the van. We’re eating the chicken and stinking up the car and driving along on the highway and don’t really know what’s going on.<br /><br />All of the sudden, he pulls off the highway, opens up the door and tells us to get out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wamie: </span>In a Bob Evan’s parking lot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pibian: </span>But then the big Chinatown Bus pulls up.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wamie: </span>We were really stoned.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pibian:</span> And dirty.<br /><br />- POP by J<br /><br /><blockquote>UPDATE: From <span style="font-style: italic;">New York Magazine</span>,<br /><a href="http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/features/32409/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Penny-Pinching Peril - Chinatown's Cheap Bus Travel: A Troubled History</span></a></blockquote></div>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-35966564524833326262007-06-23T12:10:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:37:45.362-07:00BAKED SALE 101<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1388/543450489_1ed2ce8b97_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 373px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1388/543450489_1ed2ce8b97_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We used to be in an after-school club called TRUE. That's <span style="font-style: italic;">Teaching Respect Understanding and Equality</span>. We pretty much started it with a small group of other like-minded teenagers and we did lots of good work, I guess and having a club like that makes a pretty powerful statement.<br /><br />But I'd say one of the things we were known for were Bake Sales. We had a lot of them. And I mean a lot. Same goes for the GSA. j. and I always enjoyed creating flyers and the like. Check out this one, which I might add, was actually approved by the Assistant Principal.<br /><br />Now is that a plate with three little J's on it or a loaf of bread? I'm not quite sure...<br /><br />Bake bake bake.<br />Money money money.<br />Party party party.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">J's Commentary:</span><br /><br />Actually, it was the Assistant-to-the Assistant Principal that approved it. The prehistoric secretary with a hairy face held up the flyer and read it just as it was written:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"True's baked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...Sale.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That's nice."</span><br /><br />And with a flourish of her rubber stamp, the picture of three little joints on a plate was approved to be hung all over our school.</blockquote>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-51270116148550138912007-06-07T22:09:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:38:38.263-07:00She was like, “Oh, my God, I love you,” and everything was fine.The other day, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">received</span> a mysterious giant white envelope in the mail from a well-known New York company. In it was an 11x17 color copy of this clipping about Parker <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Posey</span> from <a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/lookbook/32364/">New York Magazine</a>, along with a note (written on quality company stationary) from Sir J, which read:<br /><blockquote>"Dearest E, This REALLY made me<br />think of you!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"> XOXO</span> - J"<br /><br />I love everything about it. - POP by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">E</span> by Way of J<br /></blockquote><h2 class="primary first-page"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/lookbook/32364/">Parker <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Posey</span>, Actress</a></span></h2> <h3 class="deck"><span style="font-size:85%;">"The major celeb perk is being able to help out friends."</span></h3><h3 class="deck"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><!--begin image--> </h3><table style="width: 283px; height: 440px;" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5"> <tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="338"><img style="width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/lookbook/lb070604_338.jpg" border="0" /><br /></td></tr><tr><td align="left" width="338"><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia,Garamond,Times;font-size:11px;" times="" new="" roman="" serif="" black="" float="" left=""><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia,Garamond,Times;font-size:9px;" times="" new="" roman="" serif="" black="" float="" left="">(Photo: Jake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chessum</span>)</div> </div></td></tr> </tbody></table> <!--end image--> <p><!--begin paragraph--></p><p><strong>Nice bag.</strong><br />It is, right? Marc Jacobs.</p><!--end paragraph--> <p><!--begin paragraph--></p><p><strong>Did you have to pay for it? </strong><br />No. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Shhhh</span>.</p><!--end paragraph--> <p><!--begin paragraph--></p><strong>Is that the best part of being famous? The free stuff? </strong><br />No, not really. The major celeb perk is being able to help out friends. Like the other day, my friend’s dog bit a girl on the street and the girl got so upset. She was totally freaking out, and she wanted to go to the emergency room and everything. She was stoned, you know? But then she recognized me, and it just changed the whole temperature of things. She was like, “Oh, my God, I love you,” and everything was fine. That’s what’s good about being a celebrity.<br /><br />By Amy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Larocca</span>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-32144576785512111572007-05-12T00:51:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:41:29.655-07:00CAMERA FROM CAWLEY'S: Curse of the Irish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/494374820_7b82776d68_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 101px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/494374820_7b82776d68_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Have you ever wanted to develop someone else's film?<br /><br />We found this disposable camera one Thanksgiving eve at an Irish bar in Upper Darby called Cawley's.<br /><br />- POP by J<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/494374816_a68e69385d_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 198px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/494374816_a68e69385d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/494374810_2dcb08566c_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/494374810_2dcb08566c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/494374812_6d71b3c639_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/494374812_6d71b3c639_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/494377878_a789ccc1c8_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 429px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/494377878_a789ccc1c8_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/494377882_946a6874bf_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 429px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/494377882_946a6874bf_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-22363465920000274012007-04-27T18:25:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:43:11.468-07:00THE DRAGON BUS SERIES: Fung Wah Bus Loses WheelsDuring my research on the history of the Chinatown bus, I came across this news video from Massachusetts. What happened exactly? Click on the video to watch and read the whole story<a href="http://www.thebostonchannel.com/news/10662200/detail.html"> here</a>!<br /><strong></strong><blockquote><strong> "The bus driver told police he felt something in the rear and then pulled over."</strong><br /><br /><strong> "Nothing, this is nothing," the driver said in halting English.</strong></blockquote><strong></strong> <div style="text-align: center;"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrEQBO2Jfc8"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrEQBO2Jfc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-63451133168950422172007-04-24T21:33:00.000-07:002007-06-07T20:51:23.436-07:00THE DRAGON BUS SERIES: Loryn Speaks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/471902160_41dc2ab14d_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/471902160_41dc2ab14d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to hear is true. To protect the identity of the racist and owner of the bed, names have been changed.<p><strong>GUEST POP by Loryn: </strong>My favorite memory of the Chinatown bus occurred a few years ago when <del>BLANK</del> and I were taking the bus up together to visit John in New York for New Year's. We were seated on the bus, adjusted our belongings and sat back for the trip. <del>BLANK</del> then said to me, "I'm scared, I've never taken the Chinatown bus before. I heard they get into lots of accidents because Asians got bad peripheal vision!" [said: LOUDLY]. I look up to see all of the Asians with their bad "peripheal" vision looking back at us and had to chuckle.<br /><br />Another great story from that weekend was that <del>BLANK</del> saved me from getting a load blown on my face while I was passed out on <del>OTHER BLANK's</del> bed. Some fat girl was giving head to some random guy in the room I had passed out in about a foot from my face. Luckily, <del>BLANK</del> saw the outlines of this movement through the curtains on the door's window and ran in there, forcing them up and out! Thank you <del>BLANK</del>!</p>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-85104581258670868492007-04-24T18:32:00.000-07:002007-06-07T20:45:31.356-07:00THE DRAGON BUS SERIES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/471740225_7e44b4d1be_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 231px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/471740225_7e44b4d1be_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Many college students, city folk, Asians, visiting tourists and cheap people know about the method of transportation known as <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinatown_bus_lines">The Chinatown Bus</a>, which transports riders from Chinatown to Chinatown around the US.<br /><br />Here on the East Coast, I have traveled on the mythical Chinatown bus from Philadelphia to Washington, DC and New York. You can get round-trip tickets as low as $20 -- this is the real deal my friends -- and the trip is often more convenient than driving, flying, Amtrak, regional rail, and Greyhound. All you have to do is go to the Chinatown of your choice, find the buses which are lined up on random street corners throughout the neighborhood, purchase a ticket from someone screaming at you about the next bus and the best deal (usually an old woman), hop on and then check with everyone already on the bus to make sure you are in fact on the right one because sometimes things get tricky, and off you go to the next Chinatown of your choice.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is the Chinatown bus ring a legitimate business? Is it safe? Will you make it alive?<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/471740221_cd5cec6ad1_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/471740221_cd5cec6ad1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Yes. No. Maybe.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><blockquote>We here at The Pop Box have asked a group of like-minded friends (read: awesome) to recount their most memorable Chinatown bus experiences. Be on the look out for "Dragon Bus" guest blogs in the weeks to come. And while you're waiting, head on over to Wiki to read more about the buses in the news. With articles titled "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Flames engulf Fung Wah bus in CT</span>" and "<a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2005/03/19/passengers_tell_of_wild_bus_trip/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Passengers Tell of Wild Bus Trip</span></a>," we're sure you'll have a grand time. - The Pop Box</blockquote></div>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-36357138594956178192007-04-22T03:23:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:43:40.434-07:00THE CO-oPERBLANKET<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/468031363_0fec80d3f4_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 279px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/468031363_0fec80d3f4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Someone took that idea from elementary school gym class - the parachute - and created this thing.<br /><br />While conducting photo research on "blankets" for the below post, I stumbled across this image. It's the United-fucking-Nations of children mushed into a caterpillar. Rad!<br /><blockquote>The <a href="http://wilderdom.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=293&language=en">Co-Operblanket</a> "allows a group of participants to be set free in a wondrous, cooperative movement journey. They're quickly turned into a 'trust me, work with me,' team intent upon movement and exploration of space. As participants move their body, they not only test their group and individual limitations, but also stretch and exercise their muscles. The blankets consist of 8-way stretch lycra, fabricated from 4-way, 8-ounce, heavy-duty nylon tricot lycra and are available in three different sizes." <br />- POP by J</blockquote>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-17403012918438606992007-04-22T00:51:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:47:09.209-07:00MUNCHIES!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/467898055_c820d43b7e_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 331px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/467898055_c820d43b7e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/467898071_53ba3e8907_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 165px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/467898071_53ba3e8907_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>On our way out of a party in Alphabet City last night, we headed for our favorite drunk pizza joint only to discover that it had closed down. Fortunately, there was a strange surprise just down the block: on the sidewalk, a Navajo blanket was covered in a GIANT pile of wrapped candies.<br /><br />Irene ran up to the pile, and in a bear-hug motion, scooped up about 25 of them and ran across Avenue A. A small man sat just out of the way and calmly watched the action. There was no money exchanged, but somehow that was fine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/467898059_1c043e5048_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 280px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/467898059_1c043e5048_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We ducked into another pizza place and examined the loot. The wrappers came in two designs: one, a sexual Jungle Book knockoff; the other, two fat Swiss children frolicking in the hills. On the back, Russian writing and little feet.<br /><br />After very little deliberation, I popped one of those suckers open and ate it. The first layer was a bland, waxey coat of chocolate. Inside, stale wafers were sandwiched between a sweet, frothy brown cream. About ten seconds into the chewing, an intensely soapy aftertaste kicked in. That aftertaste then lingered for another few minutes, becoming "fragrant," then "bitter" and "painful."<br />- POP by J<br /><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></strong>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531473225716506307.post-37310300888864181722007-04-14T01:32:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:48:03.466-07:00BAD SEEDS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/458395990_4f151ccab1_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 209px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/458395990_4f151ccab1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Both J and I really like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strangers_with_candy">Strangers with Candy</a>. It is hands down one of the funniest and most disturbing shows that ever graced cable tv. Perhaps we were drawn to it because Jerri's crazy shenanigans reminded us of our own youth. I think Orlando was actually saying these lines from <em>The Trip Back</em> about us... <a href="http://www.jerriblank.com/110_weeds.mp3">Click here to have a listen</a>.<br /><br />PS: I met Amy Sedaris and David Sedaris (both on separate occasions) and I have fantabulous stories. More to come later. <strong style="font-weight: normal;">- POP by E<br /></strong>The Pop Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681089344690249484noreply@blogger.com3