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Yay for two of my favorite curly-haired tomboys having birthdays today!!!! I am glad they were born, because my life would have totally sucked without them. Like, a lot.

heh. i'm going through all of my backup CDs of mp3s to put them on mimi's computer, and i just found a great one.

title: end of the core as we know it
artist: story, mike

i love provost geoffrey stooonnne, i love dean john booooyyyyyer...

somebody told me the other day that there's a new U of C shirt that says something to the effect of "the university of chicago: where the only thing going down on you is your GPA." i may need to buy that shirt.

abby and i left LA at about 9:30 saturday morning and drove to palm springs. our hotel was really nice. we dropped our stuff and met up with chato (chado? i don't know.) and his friends kristy and matt, who were very nice. then we headed to the festival.

abby and i got a little punch drunk sitting in the giant line for parking. but we amused ourselves by inventing names for new adobe housing developments (bridgerock? stonestream? bridgestreamstone?). abby surprised me -- she had purchased me a new property, the kincaid residence (because my name really SHOULD be kincaid) where my horsies could enjoy fencie time. i would buy said horsies at the horse emporium. parking then involved walking and sweating and suddenly having to pee. so the first thing i did at the concert was use a porta pottie, which was surprisingly clean.

abby and i sat at the back of the outdoor stage and listened to the end of the stills set, which was good. abby didn't really know them before, but she liked them. we then ate some food and chilled in a shade tent. then she went off to explore and i stayed in the shade tent and listened to ...and you will know us by the trail of dead playing on the outdoor stage. i pretty much stayed at the outdoor stage all day. trail of dead were good, but they didn't play any of the songs i really liked, so i was kinda bummed. after trail of dead i actually went up to the stage and sat pretty close for death cab for cutie, who were good but pretty much sounded exactly like they do on the album, so not very exciting. but they actually DID play my two favorite songs, so YAY. after death cab i managed to meet up with amanda and steve by hot dog on a stick. it was virtually impossible to try and find people because the cell phone system was completely overwhelmed. but a text message got through to amanda and we got to see each other briefly. i was hoping to see them again at the pixies, but the crowd was just too huge to find them. abby also met us at hot dog on a stick and informed me that chato was puking at a nearby fence. brilliant idea, rolling in 107 degree weather and then eating a corn dog. so we sat at the edge of the fence with chato and kristy. they took off, though i know not where, and abby and i watched desert sessions on the outdoor stage. AMAZING. it was just such a great, mellow, fun, jammin' show, and the sun was going down, and everything was just so beautiful. abby and i both had this feeling of elation. that continued when, about halfway through desert sessions, we went to see the pixies. we got, mmm, ok seats, but it really didn't matter that we were mostly watching them on video screens because it was THE FUCKING PIXIES. they played just an amazing set. abby got goosebumps. frank black did this amazing feedback solo, where he set up all the guitars on stage by the amps and tuned them exactly right and played the pedals and strummed a guitar with a drumstick and just created this melodic swoop of feedback. it was a virtuoso performance of noise. the only thing that ruined it a little bit were the hoochie chicks standing in front of us. i came to think of them as tank top, halter top, and tube top. they had obviously never heard of the pixies before and had, like, come with their boyfriends or something, and they were dancing like they were at webster hall. me, abby, and the girls next to us just kept staring at them.

we were disappointed by radiohead. actually, i almost cried, i was so disappointed. they were just so...clean. it was obvious that we were watching the biggest rock band in the world, and that's not the radiohead i love. i don't love the radiohead that an entire crowd of fratboys jump up and down to. i wanted to see radiohead circa about '96, but it just doesn't exist anymore. i was happy to hear ed o'brien singing harmony at one point. but their new drummer is just so...poppy. and the loud beats from other stages kept drowning them out -- thom made the fantastic decision of playing a couple quiet acoustic songs and they sounded like disco remix radiohead. also, their lights and visuals were just so cheesy. they were obviously trying to be modern and edgy, but they just came off like a 2000s version of a journey light show. they also played a ton of stuff from their newest album, which i don't like very much and abby doesn't know at all. so, sadly, we left.

we were feeling very goofy by this point, so we kinda wandered. we saw a little bit of living legends, a rap group, at the outdoor stage, but they weren't very good. so we walked past mindless self indulgence and bought a hot pretzel (me) and a churro (abby), which we proceeded to scarf down faster than anything should really be eaten. we explored various light shows and art installations, and walked by da lata, heard some beats from the sahara tent, and then walked back the other way. abby started comparing coachella to burning man, and ruing the fact that there wasn't the same sense of community at this festival, no one just randomly walking up to people and having discussions about whatever they happened to be thinking about. we sat outside the mojave tent waiting for electric six. this one chubbyish asian kid with floppy hair and a totally shredded green t-shirt that was practically falling off of him (the overall look was very unattractive) came over and asked abby for a cigarette. he started raving about how awesome radiohead was, to which we just sort of nodded passively, and then started inquiring very loudly when kraftwerk started. we realized we had nothing to talk about with this kid. then, this other fratboyish guy came over and asked abby for a smoke. so abby decides to try and pull a burning man and says "only if you tell me something interesting." the guy just sort of looks at her blankly. she repeats herself with no response. so she sighs and asks "what was the most amazing thing you've experienced today." and the guy's immediate reaction is "radiohead," to which abby actually responded "wrong answer!" and pulled the cigarette away. but the guy was already correcting himself and said the pixies, so abby gave it to him. and then they proceeded to talk about something. i couldn't hear a word of it because electric six had started, so i just kept smiling blankly at the guy. the asian kid was still ranting about kraftwerk. we got away by going inside to dance to danger! high voltage. after that, i got a funnel cake and abby got a giant, suspect chicken kebob, and we sat in the shade tent then listened to kool keith at the outdoor stage. we grew bored quickly and decided to leave.

unfortunately, we left right when radiohead was getting out, so there was a huge exodus. first we couldn't find the car. there were two guys sitting on the back of their truck drinking beers who said to us and a couple other wandering people "good luck finding your cars. we'll be right here on ours." to which we sadly laughed. by willing around and aimlessly clicking the unlock button on her keys (which everyone else was doing too -- thousand of keys flailing through the air), abby finally found the car, to which we shrieked and jumped up and down and sorta sang with excitement. but then, of course, we got into the car, and pulled out into line, and proceeded to sit there. not moving. from the same spot. for an hour. we tried to amuse ourselves with whatever toys were in her car. i played with her jesus action figure and spun a disco ball in the light while singing "come sail away" by styx. so, after a very depressing conversation with chato where he said "yeah, we had no problem getting out, we're halfway back to the hotel," we gave up. abby and i put on a tortoise cd, pulled back into a parking spot, chilled for a couple minutes, then fell asleep in the car. i woke up when i heard a siren at 3 in the moring and the place was desolate. there was dust flying everywhere. we started driving, and it was like the earth had lost all parameters of time and space. as i said the next day "it was like infinity-o-clock." the tortoise playing on the stereo didn't help. but we did make it back to the hotel, where i ate pretzels and tried to get information about the headline "justice souter attacked" but was never enlightened. (i found out on monday morning that it wasn't politically motivated or anything.) and then, we went to sleep, around 5 a.m., to get ready for the next day of the festival.

to be continued. DUN DUN DUHHHNNNN!

so the question has been posed by mr. mark kormes as to why i hate george bush so much. is it his policies or his personality? i say both.

i have agreed with barely a single policy this man has put in place since he's been in office. the only ones i've agreed with are the aids funding in africa and rebuilding funds to new york city, but in both cases he publically proclaimed a certain dollar amount and then delivered a much smaller one. he has used a national strategy to achieve a program that his advisors had decided on long before the world trade center fell, and di it all in the name of the red white and blue so no one can question him. he panders to the conservative christians and the corporate industries because they donate a kajillion dollars to his campaign. his main concern while he's been in office has been to invade iraq (even before they'd necessarily done anything wronger than what they'd been doing for the last ten years -- not to mention what they did to the kurds in '86 and '87, which we did nothing about because we were allies wth them against iran at the time), push religion as the basis for policy decisions, and give huge chunks of our money to his friends and wellwishers, who already have more money than they know what to do with. his corporate cronyism absolutely disgusts me. a number of his best friends ran their businesses into the ground illegally, pocketed all the money leaving their workers ruined, and got away with it with no criminal action or presidential reprimand. his environmental policies (i know you hate this crap, mark, but it's true) are, in the words of michael jackson, very very...devilish. he invaded afghanistan, which i did not actively disagree with the way i did iraq, and then left it a mess. he's only secured kabul, and even that not very well. the warlords still control everything and the taliban and al qaeda are seeping back in from pakistan. our military presence there was almost eradicated because we SO deperately needed to go to iraq, and it seems like we're going to make even more mistakes militarily and politically there before we pull out and leave iraqi leaders with no mandates and the defense and oil contractors to control everything. he's changed his supposed motivation for invading iraq about 3 times, and has now settled on humanitarian intervention, ex post facto. i find this sickening given the US history with humanitarian intervention -- how we intervene when there's money involved and do not when a whole bunch of poor people are dying. again i site the kurds. bush has mentioned them REPEATEDLY, even though when they were actually being killed by the thousands we ignored them completely, and they are now essentially autonomous and have beenbasically left alone by saddam since after the first gulf war. if we were so concerned with human rights in iraq, why aren't we invading saudi arabia? egypt? oh, that's right, because they give us money and military bases, and we don't want them to invade israel. as i do with most conservatives, i disagree with him on women's rights, gay rights, health care, social security, gun control, education, blah blah blah.

also, i despise the man personally. he lived a life bill clinton would envy. we are all up in clinton's crotch, but we don't care about bush's dui's and probable cocaine use? people make up rumors about hillary having vince foster killed, but laura bush actually DID kill someone, in a car crash. i hate him because he has been entitled to everything his whole life. he got into yale and harvard purely because of who his father is, and i HATE that with such a passion (i think it's a columbia thing). he was a dismal student but he BRAGS about it in commencement speeches. "hey kids -- you too can blow off school and then run the world! i am a shining example to you all!" he is completely anti-intellectual, thinks it's funny that he doesn't know what words mean and says "nucular," doesn't bother to read most of his briefings and just "goes on his gut," which i find totally unfathomable in a position of such power. he dresses up in a package-enhancing flight suit to tell us our mission is accomplished, even though he skipped out on his, already effectively-draft-dodging, stint in the texas national air guard. And our mission is certainly nowhere NEAR accomplished. he defended his decision on stem cells because of his faith while people are suffering and dying. he hired john ashcroft as attorney general as a sop to the christian conservatives -- and don't even get me started on what that action alone has wrought. he was basically given an oil company, ran it into the ground and kept all the money -- hey, that sounds familiar! he then bought a baseball team and decided that his decision to trade sammy sosa qualified him to be governor of the state. he was a completely uneducated ass throughout the election year, and yet he got a free pass while al gore was berated for being stuffy, stiff, and boring. obviously we want a president we could throw back a non-alcoholic brew with, not one who ACTUALLY KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT FOREIGN OR DOMESTIC POLICY EXCEPT WHAT HIS ADVISORS WHISPER IN HIS EAR. he just looks so self-satisfied, and it makes me want to vomit. it seems almost passe to bring up the smirk -- but the smirk, my god, the smirk!

and finally i hate the fact that the masses don't see through his bullshit, pay enough attention to the uncovering of his lies, and say it's unpatriotic to criticise him. people who solidly disagree with the majority of his domestic policy will still vote for him because they like his folksy manner and believe that iraq was behind 9/11. and it's the rest of us, and the world, that will suffer for it.

i'm sure that there's some stuff i'm leaving out, but this seems like enough. you may disgree with me, but that's just how i see it.

redhead maggie is no more. i'm entirely a brunette once more. and my head smells like hair dye. you know that smell?

siobhan and i are going to see smog tonight. i just talked to rich after an extended game of phone tag. he sounds hella beat. so it's a big sleepover at my place tonight! rich and me and siobhan! paaarty!