Archive for December 2006

Thursday, December 14th, 2006

Another Pittsburgh site I want to mention

Rather than, or perhaps in addition to, MySpace, you might want to check out the new social network that was created in Pittsburgh: Humble Voice. The site is set up for artists and creative types to showcase their work within a social network. Just like MySpace created its site with the the lessons learned from Friendster, Humble Voice looks like it’s taking that next leap forward. For instance, Humble Voice counters all that annoying “Check out my band” nonsense on MySpace with more appropriate band integration from the very beginning.

So check out Humble Voice, and if you register, be sure to let them know I sent you. My username’s easy: chrisgriswold.

This is the sort of thing that Pittsburgh does well but that people are surprised to find out came from here. Check it out.


Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

Welcome, City Paper readers

In case you haven’t seen today’s City Paper, it’s the “Best Of” issue, and Overheard in Pittsburgh is named winner of the reader’s poll as the best Pittsburgh blog. I notice we beat IheartPGH, another Pittsburgh blog you should really check out, and some obscure site called MySpace. There’s a great article in the paper by Justin Hopper, with a picture and everything. And the theme of the entire Best Of insert is eavesdropping, from cover to pull quotes, which I would like believe has something to do with Overheard in Pittsburgh.

So, yeah, I’m feeling pretty great today.

Thanks to everyone who voted; I really appreciate the support. When I found out a while back that Overheard in Pittsburgh had won, I had stopped paying attention to the visitor count and had assumed nobody was actually reading anymore. Well, it turns out I was wrong, and Overheard in Pittsburgh continues to grow in popularity.

I am now being inundated with great entries from people sharing the oddities and horrors that poke into their everyday Pittsburgh lives. Here, we can put them all together CSI-style to get an idea of what our shared Pittsburgh looks like.

If you’re here because of the “Best Of” article, I hope Overheard in Pittsburgh becomes one of your favorites as well. Oh, and please do send in anything you might have heard, whether it’s a crazy bus person, a loud cell phone call, or an annoying co-worker. In particular, I’d like to see more from Downtown and the suburbs (Let us know you’re out there). Submissions can be and often are anonymous, so you can contribute with
confidence.

I noticed a bit of a lag in loading the site today; this is not a normal occurence. The servers have just never had so very many people loading Overheard in Pittsburgh in such a short span of time. They will adjust, and the site should load normally from now on.

There’s a Best Of party tonight at Best New Club PRIVE Ultralounge in the Strip with music by Best DJ 7UP. I get to put on ym fancypants and mingle with the other winners early, but the doors open to the public at 9 p.m., and I would love to meet any Overheard in Pittsburgh readers.

Thanks again, and here’s to all the contributors and readers, without whom Overheard in Pittsburgh would not be what it is today. Oh, and especially my friend and future brother-in-law Steve Covell, without whom we would not have this new site. Thanks, Steve.

Chris Griswold
Overheard in Pittsburgh


Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

“The waiting room magazines at the Cancer Institute are so informative.”

Company Christmas Party, Gateway Clipper Fleet:

Smoking Woman: You really have to watch what you eat. They put so much garbage in food these days; some of it’s really unhealthy.
— Overheard by C


Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

At least you never have to wear camouflage.

Craig Street, Oakland. Late on a Very Cold Night.
An elderly couple is walking, holding hands:

Old Man: It sure is chilly.
Old Woman: Well aren’t you Captain Obvious?!
Old Man: And that makes you the wife of an officer in the Obvious Army, now doesn’t it?
Old woman: Semper Fi.

— Overheard by TheConnor


Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

What’s the first word you teach the foreign kid?

59U Inbound, Waterfront.
Two CMU students sit across the aisle from each other. One listens to Korean Korean rock on his iPod while the other flips through receipts:

iPod Guy: Timor.
[…]
—TIMOR! I gotta stop at Target.
Timor: No! Fuck no! No no fuck no! No no no fuck no!
iPod Guy: I need to get a lightbulb!
Timor: Fuck that! I’m fucking freezing!

— Overheard by Zyzzy


Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

Interior and Exterior: Worlds Apart

Library, Art Institute, 9 a.m.
While most students attend their morning classes, an Interior Design Girl talks to another while trimming a project at a cutting board:

Interior Design Girl #1: I heard it’s supposed to get so cold out tomorrow. I thought it would stay warm out, like, all winter.
Interior Design Girl #2: Well, tomorrow is, like, January 1st, I think.

— Overheard by Trapped in an Art School, Please Send Help


Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

For the Man Who Has Everything

Office Building, Baum Boulevard, Bloomfield:

Co-Worker: Oh, yeah, we’re going to the Cricket to get Christmas lap dances.

— Overheard by Wendy D.


Monday, December 11th, 2006

The first sign of the Apocalypse was disappointingly boring.

71C Outbound, Hill District.
Ahead of the bus, a car drives eratically for a few blocks before veering into a parking garage.

Woman in Holiday Sweater: [to no one in particular] Probably a drunk! I can’t believe they let people like that drive.
Man in Tragic 80s Windbreaker: [loud enough for the whole bus to hear him and stare] I hit people all the time when I drive. I don’t know what I’m doing. The Devil gets inside me when I get behind the wheel!

— Overheard by TheConnor


Monday, December 11th, 2006

God doesn’t count it.

Maggie Murph Cafe, Hunt Library, CMU:

Blonde Girl: Yeah, sometimes the anal works out pretty well.

— Overheard by ivan seismic


Friday, December 8th, 2006

It’s called Oil City, Pennsylvania, thank you very much.

Outside Posvar Hall, Pitt campus. Early Afternoon between Classes.

Young Businesswoman: [ranting to another] —in some dumb nowhere town without a Starbucks.

— Overheard by Zyzzy