coachella

yeah yeah yeahs were near life-affirming (but why didn't they play art star?!) and i still can't believe robert smith was in front of me. no comment about the severe length of the cure's set though... the entire thing lasted three and a half hours and included three encores. crazy stuff. i'm sad that i didn't get to stay longer for the kills and that i barely managed to catch devandra banhart... though thankfully he did save carmensita for last!

to illustrate how great it was, i didn't even notice the sweltering desert heat. (it was a consistent 100 degrees throughout the day.) next year i'm definitely attending all three days.

twelve hours

stale air, sun on my back, breeze in my face and other people's conversations drifting in and out. since high school days i've developed a liking for people watching on public transportation. friday was no different. i've always wondered where all of these people came from and where they are each headed. only in elevators and public transportation do such strange groupings of people come together. i wonder what impressions i'm giving the other people watchers. i'd like to start a conversation with the man in orange, and ask him how he lost his right hand. maybe that makes me rude and maybe i'm just nosy, probably both. i just think it is a shame that people are so very disconnected from one another.

pitiful pathetic post

i
feel
like
dying.

i hate being sick. the past three days have been terrible... need to get better asap because a) my dear friends are visiting this weekend and b) the next three weeks will consist of three papers, coachella, and three midterms. no time to waste. i've been sleeping early, drinking water, keeping warm and taking various cold meds, but nothing seems to be working! any suggestions?

so glamorous

napoleon crossing the saint-bernard in 1800, as depicted by jacques-louis david. you are probably familiar with this image, but did you know that napoleon actually made the journey on the back of a donkey? (i didn't.) hilarious.

put out the fire boys

does anyone know where i can recycle plastic shopping bags and magazines? i've acquired so many of either that i suspect my room may explode at any given time. (i solved this same problem with my overabundance of clothes, by donating huge garbage bags to goodwill.) shame on me, but i just can't stop buying things.

highlights of my days since new york:
- watched religulous while consuming strawberries and cream with the bestie. since watching the film, i've come to the conclusion that the problem with religion is that the majority of followers aren't educated enough about their faith. in the u.s. alone, religion has become such a taboo subject that we can no longer openly discuss it in a public forum. as a result, people become uneducated and vulnerable to blind obedience to fanatical individuals. particularly problematic because those individuals are usually the ones who alter scriptures for the benefit of their own agendas. anyways, bill maher is great. highly recommend for theists and atheists alike.
- cold war kids last night at the orpheum. fun.
- i got bit by a dog. there is a brutal mark on my wrist. i secretly think it looks kind of cool. maybe i'll acquire supernatural canine powers. (such an attractive image, i know.)
- bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon. or better yet, salmon cream cheese. my sister should go to vancouver more often.
- more shopping with the sister. to my delight there is a new madewell store in glendale. i'm so in love.

currently waiting to go to venice beach. there's a daddy long leg inching towards me, about ten feet away. time to abandon this room.

march 26th

i originally intended to briefly recap my trip to new york, but it's so hard to pick and choose highlights when everything felt so amazing. so in short: i love everything about the city (minus rats in the subway... puke) and i will move there one day. oh, and the cupcakes from magnolia bakery really are as good as they say. then again i can't imagine ever objecting to cupcakes.

i never felt any sort of affinity towards rembrandt until i saw this image in the met. i particularly love self portraits because i think they are windows into an artist's mind. i can't think of anything as personal and intimate. there are literally thousands of works in the met, if not hundreds of thousands, but i think just their collections of rembrandts and pollocks are enough. so beautiful.

life list

i somehow lucked out with only two finals this quarter. one down, one to go. (then new york!) none today so i'm just wasting time. waking up to sugar ray and devendra banhart, and taking my time with everything feels so so so good. to be fair i do plan on spending the afternoon and tonight on calculus in preparation for tomorrow, but i like to just enjoy my mornings. the weather could not be more beautiful in santa barbara today as well.

to do list:
- change major to middle east studies and art history.
- learn arabic. (arabic I, II, III next year!)
- 8 weeks arabic intensive program in marrakesh, morocco, summer 2010.
- make the $4000 necessary for said program.
- internship at an art establishment of some sort. (currently in process of applying... what does 'brief biographical statement' even mean?! so vague.)
- ace as many classes as possible, for purposes of next point.
- go to grad school in NYU.
- score an amazing job at the MET or MoMA.
- have an apartment in brooklyn.
- travel to india, turkey, france, etc etc etc etc. i want to experience the world and all its beauty.

- have a fulfilling life.

...now go!