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Thanks, August 3rd

Sunday, August 3rd, 2014

Today, I’m thankful that my family, my faith, and my life have taught me not to judge people on the color of their skin, where they were born, their religious beliefs, or their sexual preference. I’m thankful that hurtful words offend me even when hearing people utter them ruins my day.

Thanks, Day 140

Tuesday, May 20th, 2014

So, I know, I missed a few days… again… I’m trying, I promise.

Today was a rough one, a friend of ours passed after a two year battle with a vicious strain of breast cancer. But, in a positive turn of events, a federal judge struck down the PA marriage ban.

I posted the following on my Facebook page:

My News Feed has been flooded with extreme sadness and extreme happiness. A friend passed overnight and several friends got married as soon as they possibly could.

The cool part of it all is that the same-sex marriage ban being lifted today was kinda a perfect salute to my friend. While she was married and in love with an awesome guy, she was always a staunch supporter of equal rights. Her daughter came out of the closet, welcomed with open arms, which of course only strengthened my friend’s desire to right the injustice thrust upon same-sex couples.

So, as much as my heart is aching for her husband and children, I also get the sneaking suspicion that she’s got a big smile on for her friends and her daughter, who finally get some rights that they should have had long ago.

This kinda sums up the day, so in other words, I’m thankful that a big step was made towards fairness and equality in PA today. I’m thankful that love prevailed. And… I’m also thankful that The Lego Movie came out digitally today.

Oh… one last thing… this is my favorite part of what the ruling judge said when he struck down the bullshit PA same-sex marriage ban:

Some of our citizens are made deeply uncomfortable by the notion of same-sex marriage. However, that same-sex marriage causes discomfort in some does not make its prohibition constitutional. Nor can past tradition trump the bedrock constitutional guarantees of due process and equal protection.

I’m thankful for the fact that discomfort does not equal reason enough for a law.


Friday, January 3rd, 2014

Asshats Trying to Be Witty

Conservative Christians can feel what they want about homosexuality being sinful or whatever, but these kind of graphics piss me off. The same people bitching about Atheists coopting the ichthus to create the Darwin fish post pictures like this on their Facebook pages…

Your opinions on sinfulness aside, all Americans deserve rights. Period.

Sunday Afternoon Sex

Sunday, December 29th, 2013

On the day of, perhaps, the biggest Eagles game in half a decade… on a day where I have a ton of housework to do… on a day where I should be working on 3 or 4 other projects… I find myself pontificating on Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” and the entire Blurred Lines album. While I can’t say that I know why this is preoccupying my mind at this moment, I can say that the subjects and themes surrounding the oversexed Thicke tunes and the controversy of what his words mean to this nation’s rape culture are more than worth exploring.

In an interview with the BBC, Thicke said: “I don’t think people got it out here in the UK in those positions of power. I think the kids get it. I just have to deal with that. I wrote it about my wife. She’s my good girl. And I know she wants it because we’ve been together for 20 years so I can vouch for that.”

I start with this quote because it starkly opposes the presuppositions and vitriol that most of us are well aware of at this point. Bloggers, media types, and journalists all of the world have ripped into Thicke for promoting the rape culture, inferring that no means yes, and being a 40 year old that is hell bent on banging 20-something in the clubbed whether or not they consent to it (or at least insinuating that he’d like to). This quote immediately put a seed of doubt out there because he’s tell us all that he’s talking about his wife, whom he knows more intimately than anyone else in this world.

Does that change the perception of the song or what it promotes? No, I suppose it doesn’t. But maybe this does?

It’s supposed to stir conversation, it’s supposed to make us talk about what’s important and what the relationship between men and women is, but if you listen to the lyrics it says ‘That man is not your maker’ – it’s actually a feminist movement within itself.

Could the oversexualized nature of the song, and the album as a whole, truly be Thicke’s way of starting a conversation? It wouldn’t be the first time that someone used the very thing that they were interested in questioning as the star of the show. Wes Craven, for example, believed Last House on the Left to be a protest film, protesting the violence of war by showing subversive acts of ultraviolence on the screen. The methods of Craven were certainly questionable and, if he intended a similar idea with his album, Thicke’s methods are equally so. But both Craven and Thicke created national and global conversation on societal ills, those of horrific violence and oversexed culture.

I approached this entire album for the first time just this week, as I’ve been developing my best albums of 2013 list. And, having found that this album is a pop masterpiece in many ways, I posted about it on my Facebook. A friend of mine who is a great mind in regards to understanding pop culture and also serves as a pastor in Philadelphia told me that he agrees that the album is a fantastic pop album but that the message is too daunting for him to endorse the album. I feel similarly, but I also wonder if there are another 25-30 pop albums in the past handful of years that I should write off for the same reason.

It’s more than fair to question Thicke’s motives for the song. In all likelihood, the only real motive is money… and controversy creates attention… and attention creates sales… and sales create wealth… so…

Either way, if you can watch the below video and not enjoy it, I’ll buy you a Diet Coke.

I am a Bit Different Than You Folks

Friday, November 15th, 2013


I belong to a gym. This gym is in a nice area in a nice town. This gym is pretty affordable. The folks there are pretty nice. The folks there are pretty middle class. The folks there are pretty white.

I live in a nice area of a nice town. I value affordability. I am pretty nice. I am pretty middle class. I am, in fact, quite white.

That said… I’m a little bit different…

I submitted my paperwork to quit a few weeks ago. Not because I’m different, but because Planet Fitness fits my schedule and my routine a lot better. When I was asked by the guy at the front desk why I was going to leave I told him just that, then the conversation went a bit like this:

“Oh, Planet Fitness. You know the closest one is in Souderton, right?”

“Yeah, but I join the Black Card and use all the different locations. I work in Philly most of the time.”

“Aren’t most of the Philly gyms they have in bad neighborhoods?”

“I guess. Some are, some aren’t.”

“I was reading about how homeless people are joining because for just $10 per month they can get access to showers and 24 hour shelter.”

“Oh wow. Yeah, that makes sense. That’s really cool.”

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s cool. It’s horrible for business. I couldn’t imagine dirty, smelly guys walking around my gym.”

“So… where do I sign?”

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely

Thursday, November 7th, 2013

This story has me really screwed up right now. In short, it’s about a dad who was pissed that his work van got taken by his son after they had a fight… so, he called the cops. The cops chased down his son and ultimately shot and killed him. Icing on the cake, the asshole cop who shot him is getting paid leave during the investigation.

I’d bet all of my money the cop ends up with no jail time and I wouldn’t at all be surprised if he even retains his job. THIS is what’s wrong with being given God-like power. You make decisions hastily because you don’t fear the consequences. Nevermind that we are taught as society to trust the police to serve and protect… nevermind that the dad was just trying (perhaps quite stupidly) to show tough love… nevermind the other details of the story… let’s just realize this: A TEENAGE BOY IS NEEDLESSLY DEAD and the man who shot him is on a paid vacation.

Ominous Threats

Monday, September 30th, 2013

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine got threatened by a gang member who found out he was associated with someone from a rival gang (that consequently lives thousands of miles away). The threat was one of those “I know who you are” types in an ominous voice and then a walk away and stare down. It could be an empty threat, but it could be real. Either way, it’s extremely stupid and it pissed me off greatly.

But it also reminded me of a tough year of my life when I was in grade school. My great uncle, then in his seventies, was jumped by some mafia goons and beat up pretty bad. The exact reason isn’t really important, but suffice it to say that my uncle is a man of great ethics and his failure to take a kickback and do a favor got him in this predicament.

That next year was marred with threatening letters naming names of our family and how they’d hurt, kidnap, or kill us. My mother wouldn’t let me walk to my bus stop. It was a frightening time.

Thinking back on that time, I began to wonder if my friend was feeling the same way and why people can’t just live their lives instead of being assholes.

Honestly, I don’t have anything profound to say. I just was thinking about this and praying that the situation my friend is in is really just fake tough guy trying to be hard.

September 13, 2012

Wednesday, September 11th, 2013

I wrote the following about a year ago. I wanted to share it again, because it still feels right to me…

Eleven years and 2 days ago, I woke up in my dorm room to get ready for class. I felt sick, something didn’t feel right and my stomach felt all types of pukey… I left a VM for my prof, went back to bed and woke up in a daze a bit later, with my roomie telling me a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. I wasn’t fully awake, but after hearing that I couldn’t seem to drift back to sleep. By the time I finished showering and got out to the lounge to see what was going on, I was there just in time to watch live footage of a second plane crashing into the the towers. In utter shock and disbelief, the group of students in the lounge, myself included, was silent.

In the coming months, a lot of people didn’t like me and what I had to say. As America mobilized, I felt the flag flying to be hollow, the response to be inadequate… I couldn’t rah rah against the aggressors or join in the fist shaking. Instead I felt a deep sense of sadness, both for the innocent lives lost and for America’s complete lack of understanding. Of course the initial response was anger at Osama and al Qaeda, but why could no one admit that our policies and our actions as a nation brought on these attacks in some way.

This is not to say that I sympathize or sympathized with the terrorists. Those men, even if they believed what they were doing was right, were dead wrong. They acted with pure evil in their hearts and minds. They were devils in the flesh. But, to ignore the root cause is, to say the least, unfortunate… and unfortunately, the American way.

Over these past 11 years, my heart still aches for the families who lost innocent fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, children… and my heart still aches for a nation that has never begun to address the roots, still addressing only the symptoms. As time passed, it became a bit more acceptable to discuss the role of American policy and practice in leading to the events on that fateful September morn, but it seems that discussing our policies is as far as it goes.

For the past few days, I’ve been praying that one day we can live in a nation where we have leaders who not only see and discuss the root causes of our problems but address them. I support our current administration, but in this regard, they have not done nearly enough… and I pray that somehow and someday that will change.

Join me in prayer for the hurting, the lost, the innocent, the confused, the leaders, the people, the problems of our great nation.

Olde Ale, New Ideas

Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

Last November, I submitted this article for my first ever paying writing gig. Not only have I still not gotten paid, but I’m pretty certain no one ever published it. I worked hard on the piece and I believe it deserves to see light of day… especially since the folks at McGillin’s are incredible folks and the place is an incredible place. Enjoy:


It’s no secret that the American economy is struggling and that, even in times of great economic success, it’s extremely difficult to maintain a small business in America. Major corporations and chains appear to almost take pride in driving the “mom and pop” businesses of past generations out of town.

However, some local businesses figure out the secret recipe to staying strong through the good times and bad. Some even become landmarks and form their own legends and lore. One of these local businesses is Philadelphia’s oldest pub, McGillin’s Olde Ale House, a local tavern that boasts opening in 1860 (to put this in perspective, this is the same year that Abraham Lincoln took office as the President).

In 1860, William McGillin founded the public house, then known as The Bell in Hand. The Bell in Hand was much smaller in those days, but rested at nearly the same Drury Street location as the current taproom does. The Bell in Hand was immediately well liked by the blue-collar laborers of the Philadelphia neighborhood. Even in its early days, The Bell in Hand was typically referred to simply as McGillin’s by those who frequented the pub.

While William was well loved by the clientele, it was his wife, Catherine, who took McGillin’s to the next level. In 1901, William, then known as “Pa” or “Pop” by the regulars, passed away, leaving McGillin’s to Catherine “Ma” McGillin. Ma was tough, well respected, and one of the very few female pub owners in the city. She renamed the pub McGillin’s in her late husband’s honor.

“It was Ma who gave the bar it’s current look, unifying the three structures. Ma was able to successfully steer the Ale House through the turbulent years of WWI and Prohibition,” explains Chris Mullins, Jr., son of the current owners Mary Ellen Spaniak Mullins and Chris Mullins.

Fast forward to 1937, the thriving alehouse continued to stay strong despite Ma’s death at age 90. Ma was dedicated to the pub until the day she died and Ma and Pa’s daughter, Mercedes McGillin Hooper, took over upon her death. She continued to run the family business until she decided to sell the bar to a pair of experienced barkeeps who were dedicated to continuing the grand tradition of McGillin’s. This 1958 sale of the pub is where the family of the current owners entered the story.

Chris explains, “My family has owned McGillin’s since 1958 when my grandfather and great uncle purchased the bar from Mercedes McGillin Hooper, the daughter of William and Catherine McGillin, the founders. My parents purchased the bar in 1993, and I have been on board since 2006.”

In the past few years, Chris has begun to take the reins at McGillin’s and, with his parents, continues the great McGillin’s tradition. For him, it’s been a smooth transition, “Hospitality is in my blood, both sides of my family have always been in the business. I am at least the fourth generation publican on my mother’s side; my father’s side is filled with chefs. It was a good bet upon my birth I would be serving the public.”

Former employee and current fan of the pub, Christopher Irons, explains that the entire family knows hospitality better than anyone he’s known, “[The Mullins family are] extremely hard working, fun loving, caring individuals whom it was an absolute privilege to work for. Their work ethic as a family is beyond superlative and they are class acts to work for. They are constantly focused on pleasing every single guest that walks through the door and they take pride in people having a good time at their bar.”

The high praise doesn’t end there, Irons adds, “They are extremely generous to work for and the staff that finds there way there are every bit as lucky to find the place as the customers are… Leaving McGillin’s was one of the toughest decisions I’ve ever made. I had to have a couple of martinis before I handed my notice in. I will carry fond memories of McGillin’s for the rest of my life.”

From Pa and Ma through to Chris’s parents and now, Chris, the proprietors of McGillin’s have prided themselves not only on their hospitality, but also staying on top of the trends. Technology has always played a vital role in the pub’s secret recipe that keeps a small business from fading into obscurity.

Chris explains that technology was important from the beginning, “McGillin’s has always strived to stay ahead of the times. In fact, Pop died while cleaning up the debris left by workmen who had just installed one of the first central heating units in a private business in the city.”

In addition to having one of the city’s first central heating units, McGillin’s was air conditioned before most establishments were. Today, Chris and his family are very focused on continuing the trend of being ahead of the curve, “We use technology every day here – whether it is our Hi Def TVs and customized operating system; our POS system with computers at each station in our kitchen; or, of course, social media which has become our de facto means to market ourselves and all that we do here.”

Social media, as Chris explains, is one of the most essential technological waves for businesses like McGillin’s to be aware of and involved with. Social media drives much of what the younger generations know about businesses, as well as the decisions they make in regards to purchases. For example, when deciding where to go out to dinner a local college kid may hop on his Facebook feed to find out what bar or restaurant has a good special that night.

Chris is well aware of this, “We consider ourselves a leader in [using social media]. We realize that our customers and future customers are relying on smart phones and social media as exclusive means to communicate and we want to be right in the middle of this communication. When we discover a new application, we jump on it, learn it, practice it and hopefully find success in it – to drive customers through our doors. “

Marketing and communicating through social media also offers some specific benefits for businesses like McGillin’s. Chris explains, “We are now able to get immediate feedback when we do something right, or maybe we slipped up and all wasn’t perfect with a customers experience. I do love it though when we will have a tweet or two about a great song on the jukebox and a complaint about that same song from another Twitter account! There is nothing I can do to change the music!”

Another trend that pubs in America, especially in a city known for being one of America’s best beer-drinking cities, is craft beer. Like so much of McGillin’s history, craft beer and local brewing was a focus of the pub before many of its competitors. Chris notes, “When my parents took over in the ’90’s, those were dark years in the beer business. I don’t even think there was the term craft beer yet. But my father was (actually still is!) a visionary – he recognized the potential to embrace locally produced craft beer. It was a way to differentiate McGillin’s and embrace our heritage, as Pop used to age his beer in the basement. Back in 1993, he started a long lasting and strong partnership with Carol and Ed Stoudt, from Stoudt’s Brewery. This lasting friendship has been the core of our beer selling model. Sell great beer, from within a 90 mile radius we know this beer will be fresh, made from scratch with care and will be much more environmentally friendly due to shorter trucking miles. To maintain freshness and to be more green as there is no waste with draft, most of our beer is on draft.”

With McGillin’s embracing of things like social media and craft beer, it’s not a surprise that McGillin’s is embraced by the vibrant young beer drinkers of Philadelphia. Former Drexel student and current resident of Cambridge, Massachussetts, Timothy Ericson, frequented McGillin’s during his years at Drexel University. Timothy considers McGillin’s one of his favorite bars in Philadelphia.

“I love how McGillin’s is an historic pub, but you don’t feel historic by going there,” Timothy explains. “No matter what day of the week it is, there is something going on at McGillin’s. The awesome vibe combined with the cheap food made it a great place to bring any type of friend (the foodies, the beer snobs, the cheap, etc.).”

To young patrons like Timothy, McGillin’s offers something different from the other pubs in town, “I also love how it’s not a pub you can just stumble upon. It is down a small side street surrounded by big, modern buildings, but when you walk inside you feel like you are home. I think what makes McGillin’s unique is that it’s the type of place that can attract people from all different walks of life and everyone always has a good time.”

In order to stay in business for 152 years, not only is an understanding of technology, trends, and what’s on the cutting edge needed, but also a willingness to jump on those trends. A business cannot fear change in order to find that secret recipe for success. A business must embrace their history while becoming a trendsetter. And, with its 152 year track record, McGillin’s Olde Ale House is the type of business that has found that recipe. Slainte!

Pennsylvania Pride

Tuesday, August 13th, 2013

This week, I am quite proud to be from Pennsylvania. To begin with, the county I live in is giving out marriage licenses for gay couples despite a state ban on these marriages. AND, despite being sued by our jackass of a Governor, they have kept on trucking. The brave county employee who is issuing these licenses was asked about it again yesterday:

Which brings us back to Hanes who, untethered by political elections, is doing what he thinks is right. “I made a choice,” Hanes argues. And until he is forced from office for challenging the Pennsylvania constitution, appears he will continue to do so.

Which brings us to a second act of open defiance following One Term Tom’s frivolous lawsuit on the Montgomery County Register of Wills, the mayor of Braddock, in Allegheny County (near Pittsburgh) married one of the couples that Hanes issued a license to.

So, in short… I’m proud to be a Pennsylvanian these days. And I’ll be even prouder when we vote Tommy Boy out of office and take more steps in the direction of equality.