and the boys who love you, they just come and go, don't they?

Persuasion

Reasons to go to all three days of Coachella this year:
Decemberists, Interpol, Arcade Fire, Travis, Fountains of Wayne, Bjork, !!!, Blonde Redhead, Tokyo Police Club, Jose Gonzales, Of Montreal, Peaches, Damien Rice, Tilly and the Wall, We are Scientist.

I wish they would shove all of those bands onto one day so that I can only pay 100 bucks and not triple that amount. But then I could check out what's the hype on the following bands: Placebo, The Arctic Monkeys, Andrew Bird, Sonic Youth, Hot Chip, The Good The Bad and The Queen, Jarvis Cocker, Kaiser Chiefs, Kings Of Leon, Willie Nelson (I know!!!!!! How odd!!), Tape 'n Tapes.

If only Smashing Pumpkins, Saosin, Mars Volta, Jets to Brazil, and Phantom Planet were added to that list. I would be sitting here, frozen in excitement that I might program my brain for shut down until April 27.

So come to Coachella with me, I'll be in the dance tent.

Bitch-slapped bank account

Somewhere in La Jolla, California, there is the sound of a crying wallet and a rumbling stomach. Meanwhile, Ben Sherman is laughing his Union Jack ass off. It's been nearly a month but I'm still recuperating from my New York trip, to think that three and a half days in one city could take such a financial chunk from me. I might as well have said, "Here, this is my right arm, it may not be as valuable as my left, but it's been good to me these last twenty-odd years." Then watch Manhattan take a cleaver to my body. So now I'm hungry and I want some gyros and perhaps a Greek salad but it's too cold for me to leave my apartment. (50 degrees? That's near hypothermia to me.) I'm also too lazy to drive. But it doesn't matter, because I've been telling myself that I shouldn't buy anything until I get Coachella squared out of the way. That's 300-400 dollars, wham bam, out of my hands and into Goldenvoice's. So no more off-campus food. The terrible thing is, I'm now left with only cafeteria food and I've come to loath that stuff. It doesn't count as food. It's stuff. Stuff you might find on the floor, or in between the couch cushions. I might as well resort to ramen for the next month in this insane attempt to save money for Coachella.

Starvation? Is it really key to my happiness? Perhaps, if it could afford me a PlayStation/wii, an external hard drive, noise-cancelling headphones, a DVD burner, a new camera, coachella tickets, and a box of See's Nuts and Chews thrown in for kicks. (What a tech geek's wet dream list.)

Mental Preparation

On my desk is a copy of Chungking Express, Snakes on a Plane, and the Devil Wears Prada. I've been able to watch the last two movies without any hesitation--well, a bit on the Prada one--because they're mindless movies to me. I sat through them with little expectations because they seemed like acceptable B-movies to me. But Chungking Express? I fear even touching the DVD cover because I have no idea what the movie has in store for me and I don't know if I will be able to walk away from that movie feeling complete. I've read reviews and critiques, so it's all mental preparation to accept what might be a wonderfully bittersweet movie. This will be a week of Wong Kar-Wai films (In the Mood for Love, 2046) and I'm actually praying that my psyche will be intact come next Monday.

Tony Leung, this movie is riding on you and your pineapple eating skills. You are also the only Asian man I'm willing to pounce (aside from Eiji Wentz and Jun Matsumoto, but that's a whole different fan girl story.) Chungking Express, please don't break my heart.

86 the 06

Goodbye 2006, how I will always recall the solstice party, end of the world party, venturing into the world of monogamy dating, saying goodbye to dear roommates of male and female genders, trip around the US, and the endless sleep deprived nights spent contemplating my future amongst many other wonderful moments. May more arise in the coming year.

I have no resolutions for the year because I don't need any. Instead, I will leave you with a cover of Wonderwall by Cat Powers and a chirpy Age of Consent by New Order. And yes, that is the song played over the Marie Antoinette trailer.