I used to work in similar sort of establishment. Most of them have an employee-operated buzzer on the door — you can’t get in unless you’re buzzed in through the otherwise locked gate by someone inside. Not sure if this place had that or not, but many jewelry/pawn type stores do. Robberies typically unfold by someone…

I’m almost certain I’ve shared this comment here before, but it’s appropriate again:

We totally agree. They’re better left in situ, or in an institution that will catalogue them even if they don’t predict the birth of Jesus, or even in the hands of private collectors who will cherish them by virtue of paying good money for them. I suspect “institutional” collectors who are looking for something…

My first thought was to wonder what parish this guy attends and if he started drinking immediately after Mass or before it. Seems like a St. Dot’s guy.

Totally agree. Having lived everywhere but Philly for the last 20 years, people have loved to bring up that show — and I always disappoint them by saying I really don’t get it or find the humor in it.

You know what most cuneiform tablets say? “I, Muk, give you, Tur, 1 bushel of oats.” They’re mostly boring as all hell, and they’re incredibly common. They’re treasure hunting, looking for a needle in a haystack.

Your dad told you about Pearl Jam? Annnnnnd now I feel old.

All playlists with Not For You on them are the best playlist.

Nice! You’re set. I love the Musee d’Orsay — best museum in Paris if you ask me. The folks at the BN have always been very helpful and friendly.

I found salvation (i.e. an outlet for academic-ish interest in art and history) working for auction houses. They need people like you. Desperately.

Mark Farina: Mushroom Jazz.

I’ve done a little museum research in Paris. Find an academic who has been published in your field or an allied field in English. Make them your new best friend. You’ll feel far more comfortable asking for help and advice in your native tongue, I’m guessing (I always felt on guard when trying to have serious…

Negative. If I had channeled all these words and whatnot into a degree, I’d be a Dr. Dr. Dr. by now, but instead I have a B.A. and funnel all my pronouns and predicates into fancypants sales catalogues for art and antiques. Commercial enough to be considered garbage by the academics, academic enough to be considered…

What are you studying? I made something of myself with a history and religious studies double major, so it can be done with pretty much any field of study at all.

Coffee.

The joke once upon a time was Just Missed UVa.

41. NVCC

This would have 35620925 stars at Deadspin.

Sounds like the wait staff wasn’t wearing the correct awareness-raising ribbons as flair that year.

I was in a fraternity at a big southern state school known for its fraternities. I don’t remember any of this banner nonsense on any house, though I’m positive there was none at our house. If there had been, it probably would have said “We’re the dorky Jewish virgins your mother told you to hang out with. Wanna come…