Good Lord, I want to go to the Coachella Festival. I mean, the Pixies are playing. Do you know what that fucking means? *The* Pixies. And Radiohead. And the Cure. And Death Cab. And Bright Eyes. And Cursive. And... (I'll stop here). Sigh, But it's in fucking Indio. It's fucking hot out there.

Well, I do get to see Air to look forward to next month. Guess I better pick up a copy of Talkie Walkie.

Hmmm. Should I pull strings to see Prince in San Jose? I'll probably get to go to the afterparty, which is always a lot better...

It was fabulous, if a bit disorienting (as Zack put it) to watch our friend, John, performing in Prince's induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame tonight. He was looking pretty snazzy in his pinstriped suit, and he played damn well. But I must say... I know Prince is probably 4 foot 9, about 80 pounds when soaking wet, and is megalomaniacal control freak, but damn, he was pretty sexy peeling out a scorching guitar solo during the All Star jam of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." Oh yeah, and that Grammy performance was pretty good too. Sometimes I forget, but then I remember... Damn, he's a musical genius. And according to Jo, he's now playing the good songs during his shows. No more of this Holy river bullshit.

Oh, and go see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind while it's in theatres. It's mind blowing.

For a period of time in the mid-nineties, I went through a phase of wearing all black. If you knew me then, you know what I'm talking about. If you didn't, then you may remember the minimalist moment in fashion. Back then, I used to think Chanel suits were very old lady, stodgy and old fashioned. Somewhere along the line, that thinking changed. I'm not exactly sure when, or why it happened - maybe it was because I saw a picture of Kate Moss wearing one of the tweed jackets with a pair of distressed jeans. But about two years ago, I tried one of these jackets on with a pair of jeans at Jeremy's. Since then, I haven't really been able to get it out of my mind. Naturally, I don't have a couple thousand dollars to blow on one of these suits - who does? Even at Jeremy's, the jacket was going for something like 9 hundred bucks... still way out of my price league. Recently, I've been a little more obsessed with finding a similar jacket, combing vintage stores and comparing other brands, but none have fit quite the same - the way the shoulder squared for a fraction of an inch over the bicep, the way the sleeves curved to hug my arms, the nipping at the waste, the little details in trim that distinguishes it from others, even the buttons, which I previously thought were kind of gaudy felt exciting to wear. And with the jeans - oh! It was to die for. Anyways, I went to the Vintage Fashion Expo this weekend, hoping to find a similar (not necessarily Chanel) jacket. The very first thing that caught my eye was a perfect pink - not the baby pink that has become the new black, but strawberry ice cream pink - tweed suit. Quite fittingly, it turned out to be Chanel. Figures, huh? Anyways, it was 700 bucks - not a bad price, but still way out of my price league. As it turned out, it was too big anyways. (It was a 42. I'm a 38.) I saw one other tweed suit I liked, but the shoulders didn't fit right. I also tried on a stunning hot pink wool overcoat. It was like technicolor, it was so vibrant, but it was too big as well. I did wind up picking up a red and cream graphic rose print Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress that had never been worn for 50 bucks, though. Not bad, eh?

Friday Five...

Better late than never...

1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?
French bistro/small plates, with a touch of Italian

2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?
Women's shoes, of course. With really well-edited accessories and clothing

3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be?
Food writing.

4. ...ran a school, what would you teach?
How to stick it to the Man. 'Cause I'm hardcore. (Sorry. Just watched School of Rock.)

5. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?
As much as I enjoy music, it'd be a really bad idea to allow me to record an album. I suspect it'd be used to torture political prisoners.

My gushing about the ipod aside, there is one complaint... itunes is great and all, but certain cds won't rip, or make the program freeze. Zack and I have managed to rip a decent portion of our rather massive collection onto itunes, but my beloved Clash/London Calling CD, an early essential in my collection, freezes the computer. I've managed to coax Train in Vain to rip (thank god!) but argh! I want the rest! And it's not like the Itunes store is selling the album in its entirety. What's up with that, by the way? Why is it that there are some artists whose albums are only partially available? Only 8 songs off Purple Rain are available... and you can't get the song, Purple Rain, not even off "The Hits." It must be some kind of conspiracy. A Warner Brothers conspiracy! Thankfully, I was able to rip my own copy of Purple Rain, without any problems.

A few months ago, my coworkers and hubby pitched in together, and ordered me the new ipod mini for my birthday. Now, due to its unprecedented popularity, it did not arrive until last Monday. I've been deliriously happy rocking out on it ever since - on BART, at the gym, while doing chores, surreptitiously at work. And, most importantly, it's pink! I believe everyone should have an ipod - whether it's the mini, the 40GB, or even just the 10GB - I think it might possibly deliver world peace. I know the mini has only 4GB, but if having only 1000 songs+ of your choice encased in a device that's about the size of a business card, in whatever color your little heart desires doesn't make you happy, well, there's the 15, 20 and 40 GB model to choose from. And if that still fails to please, you're beyond any help.

Is it passe to say I love the Yeah Yeah Yeahs? I have a weakness for chicks who rock out - Wendy O. Williams, Brody, Joan Jett, PJ Harvey, Pat Benetar, Patti Smith, Exile in Guyville/Whip-Smart era Liz Phair... but Karen O would totally kick Courtney Love's ass. Apparently, during one of their shows, she attempted a stage dive and hit her head, got a concussion, and kept on singing while nearly passed out. *And* she's got a femullet (sort of). Now that chick's got balls.

Wow. Look at what else I found...

And this.... Well, it's just my dear hubby's dream come true. We just have to put it on some bacon!

Dude! Check out what I found... I'm like, "huh?"

Anne and I recently had this conversation about celebrity cookbook authors. We both agreed that we couldn't imagine hearing anyone else's voice besides theirs reading their recipes (Julia Child, Lydia Bastianich, Jamie Oliver, etc.) I can only hear his voice, and I keep hearing him add, "This could use a little more cowbell!"

On an entirely random, and perhaps TMI note, I just have to reaffirm that there are certain kinds one to use an "ass gasket" (toilet seat cover) when peeing. Ugh. And d'oh! If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't ask. That is all.

Yes, I'm aware that Angel is being cancelled. Given the craptastic nature of the last two episodes, I grow increasingly apathetic. I haven't wanted to change the channel so badly since... well, since Cordelia boned Conner. Marriage did not transfer any acting ability whatsoever to Mr. Alyson Hannigan. He can do the dorky physical humor, and the badass, but not the grieving vengeful lover. God, I miss Giles. And Buffy. And Willow. Hell, I'd even take Dawn at the moment (but not Kennedy). There were a few highlights, namely the verbal sparring between Spike and Angel, but that's not enought to propel a show. Besides, I hate what they've done with Spike's character. The Spike I know and love would have continued condemning Angel and the gang for joining up with Wolfram and Hart in his snarky way, and would have gone after Buffy in a heartbeat. I suppose I'll hang in there for Marsters' performance, and in the hopes that SMG will make an appearance, but who knows. At this point, I'm taping it while I watch the OC, but I'm beginning to think that maybe the OC is more deserving of preservation on VHS.

Speaking of the OC, it appears that my latest TV character crush (Seth! aka Adam Brody) has a thing for Death Cab. He plays Magic the Gathering, and considers Watchmen, Sandman and DK2 the foundation upon which one should initiate comic book obsession. Is this a match made in heaven? I bet he likes the Shins as well. I wonder how he feels about the Postal Service, or if he's reading 1602. Cause if he hasn't heard them yet, I'd be happy to introduce him.

Oh, one more thought....

Damn you, Ralph Nader. Why the fuck are you running? You're old, and you're not gonna win. Like Tina Fey said, You're just going to ruin everything again.