From a South Broad brownstone full of Victoriana, monsters and octopi, artist Adam Wallacavage's creative tentacles reach way out.
When Joyce Wallacavage tells you her son Adam "isn't normal," it's cause for laughter - and admiration.
"Thank goodness he's not normal, whatever that is," she says.
It's hard to explain exactly what she means, but after meeting Adam, you know it has something to do with being creative and funny and sweetly different from probably anyone else you know.
PRESS CONFERENCE January 24, 2007
THE INTERNATIONAL COALITION FOR BRITISH REPARATIONS WILL HOLD A PRESS CONFERENCE TO KICK OFF THEIR CAMPAIGN DEMANDING COMPENSATION FROM THE BRITISH EMPIRE IN RESPONSE TO PRINCE CHARLES' VISIT TO PHILADELPHIA.
THE ICBR WILL HOLD THE CONFERENCE IN ORDER TO FURTHER THEIR CAUSE OF COLLECTING REPARATIONS FROM THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT IN THE AMOUNT OF 31 TRILLION POUNDS STERLING ($58 MILLION USD) FOR INJURIES AND INJUSTICES SUFFERED OVER THE PAST FIVE HUNDRED YEARS.
After reading "The Evil Empire: 101 Ways That England Ruined the World," you get the sense that author Steven A. Grasse isn't totally smitten with the Brits. Grasse's book is an angry and amusing assault on everyone from "inbred royals" like Queen Elizabeth II ("the direct descendant of cannibalistic Druids") to the "pug-faced louts" of Scotland Yard. He also skewers cricket-playing, "pudding-bellied barons," Big Ben, the band Oasis, vainglorious Shakespearean actors and Sir Isaac Newton. Even poor Harry Potter doesn't escape Grasse's vitriolic wrath.
In addition to the tongue-in-cheek rants, the well-designed book features scores of clever illustrations. Find out more about "The Evil Empire" (Quick Books, $15.95) by visiting www.evilempirebook.com.
A local ad guru is fighting to get his people their props...
Quaker City Mercantile (formerly known as Gyro Worldwide) honcho Steven Grasse take his lineage seriously- he'll regale you with his tales of his German ancestors (ye olde Anton Grasse arrived here in 1812) and their many cultural contributions. (Whom to thank for soft pretzels, you ask? The Germans!) Last fall, Grasse was walking the streets, reading those blue Pennsylvania Historical & Museum Commission plaques, when he realized most of the 221 plaques around town highlight African-American history, while only a handful represent Deutschland. So this month he plans to officially nominate 15 new signs for German notables, ranging from Dr. Samuel Hahnemann to the German Gymnastic Society. While the commission advises against petitioning for too many signs at once, Grasse is undeterred. "Good for the African-American groups for promoting their history," he says, "but it's time for my German brothers and sisters to lay down the wiener schnitzel and start writing plaque proposals."
Where you've seen them: In their series of popular short films on Atomfilms.com.
Rap sheet: The Bikini Bandits are not your average scantily clad, machine gun-wielding robbers. These fine-looking misfits have taken time out of their hectic schedule of grand larceny and Brazilian waxes to release a couple of badass DVDs, Bikini Bandits Save Christmas and Bikini Bandits: Briefs, Shorts & Panties. Here's your chance to get close to the girls, without the risk of getting capped in the ass.
Favorite food: Cotton candy and nuts
Turn-ons: Massages and bubble baths
Favorite food: Burritos
Turn-ons: 35-year-old virgins
Favorite food: Chinese take-out
Turn-ons: Tickling, feathers
Favorite food: Corn on the cob
Turn-ons: Mountain men and log cabins
The folks behind PhillyCarShare want a million Philadelphians to give up their automobiles in the name of saving the environment. The really crazy part? They just might pull it off...
...on a hot afternoon four months ago, Larry Shaeffer was driving east on Pine Street in rush-hour traffic when the cars in front of him started to swerve wildly in every direction. Larry hit the brakes till he was inching forward. He figured somebody had double-parked, blocking a lane. It happens a lot in Center City. But as Larry approached the disturbance, he could see that it wasn't a car at all. It was a woman. She was trying to cross the street. Larry looked closer. Something was wrong. The woman was holding her ground. Instead of stepping away from the cars as they swerved to avoid her, she was lunging toward them. The cars were juking her, like running backs - faking one way, then the other, trying to get by. It looked like the woman was trying to kill herself by getting hit with a car.