The Defenestrator is released quarterly, or as often as finances and personal schedules allow. It is one of the longest-running and few remaining anarchist publications in the U.S., and it began as a photocopied newsletter. The first release was called "Issue 0," and back then, it was laid out by hand — literally cut out and pasted onto pieces of paper.

For a crummy night and crummier circumstances, it was all surprisingly OK.

He builds shed/studios that locate the garden/artist symbolically in the middle of fruition. It's a riff, he says, on the concept of "cultivation," artistic and natural. By helping others get their hands, literally, into the land, he says that they reconnect to each other.

"Stunts like this and Critical Mass do more harm than good for bicycle advocacy."

Not only can this year's version of the Philadelphia Eagles not win a chip, they won't even be able to seriously contend. Why? Let's start with the three big reasons.

Philly choreographers Nichole Canuso, Jen Rose and Devynn Emory will present dance works in the Live Arts Festival's A.W.A.R.D. Show! despite some misgivings.

Crazy but true: Secret Room is the only area theater founded by a playwright who wasn't first and foremost a director.

Obarzanek is the artistic director of popular dance troupe Chunky Move and — with Back to Back Theatre — one of two Australian performers at this year's Live Arts Festival.

If there were a contest for fringiest Fringe show, Emma's Parlour would be a contender.

Dexter is not strictly a Philadelphia writer. But he spent enough time poking through dark corners of Philly to understand certain crucial parts of the city's character and self-image.

Cuban Linx II is stubbornly anti-commercial, Rae's gravelly raps grinding against the same degraded soul loops that made its predecessor sound so menacing.

Lovably neurotic N.Y. anti-folker Jeffrey Lewis is big in the U.K., kinda, but he always seems to get the short end of the stick around these parts.

Eric Johnson is, for our purposes, Fruit Bats; each time out, Johnson assembles a new lineup around his overcast picnic sensibility.

The Baseball Project's album, Frozen Ropes and Dying Quails, spins 12 more tales of baseball lore.

Never mind the title: Troubled, Shaken, Etc., is tranquil, serene, flat-out mesmerizing.

The brainy, zany Books, idiolectic acoustic syncretists, are one of this decade's truly idiosyncratic acts.

Nerdy knucklehead Regan Farquhar may be the closest we've got to a hip-hop clown prince for these awkward, anxious times.

University of the Arts graduate Pat Aulisio, who Xeroxes his bootlegged, parodic series of bong-smoking antiheroes, thinks Hollywood's bat and spider obsessions can stay put. Instead, he's promoting Philly's option.

"Vintage computers have character. From the early '80s and back, no two were the same. Once Windows, DOS and Microsoft came on the scene, it got boring."

"The more people provide food for themselves, the less we have to travel."

The Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philadelphia and TD Bank have teamed up to provide bikers with the opportunity to view Philly from the comforts of their own banana seats, rather than bucket seats.

" ... it's not going to be stuffy or awkward. Well, it may be awkward, but the drinks will help."