that's the last of the san fran pics. and that's all i got for today.

all of these were taken at sutro baths, where part of harold and maude was shot (i thought of the last scene while marvelling at the amazing hills near stinson beach, too). note how john is perfectly attired all in gray to match the landscape and the weather. come on john, at least put on a little bold red lipstick for contrast. i might have even more pictures tomorrow. i know, i'm out of control.

the big news on the internet right now, as far as i'm concerned, is holly's new site: watch me turn 30. the concept is picture-a-day, of her 29-year-old self. the challenge is to make herself look interesting with each picture. i think she's succeeding so far. there are words, too. welcome to the blogosphere, holly.

i neglected to put up randi's picture yesterday on her 28th. i realized recently that randi has been my friend for about ten years now (!), making her one of my oldest friends. i remember her puking off a boat in cancun on her 19th -- look how far we have come. now that we are adults, we merely fall down on the streets of new york city. last night we had a lovely dinner at lucy, in the old chicama space. (under the right circumstances i'd kill to eat those seafood enchiladas again.) here we are striking a familiar pose, unbelievably the only people in our party to partake of the delicious mango margarita(s):

the fine folks over at yankee pot roast published the piece that jami read at pianos last week: things my nana levinstein taught me about love. on paper, you lose the personal hilarity that a live jami performance brings, but it is still v. funny.

if you are the type of person who enjoys trivia (kurt), bookmark MUG's guide to bar game nights.

whatevs wonders if "parkour," aka "freestyle walking," can really be a thing. seems just gay enough, somehow. also of note: freestyle walking my ass.

has "toxic" completely overtaken everyone on the planet? yesterday our executive editor discovered it, it has been emanating from the fashion closet all day, kurt was singing along with it this morning, for god's sake *i* was singing along with it this morning (not to mention quoting it to holly last night)....can someone explain the slow-burning awesomeness of this evil crack song? meanwhile, the new wilco is kind of a snoozefest, huh? this world is shit!

john kerry disappoints again, abstaining from the vote on the senate's partial-birth abortion ban act. [via productshop nyc]

the new yorker talks to neck face. we used to have a yellow neck face tag on our front door. it was cool, an actual drawing of a monster of some sort. a lot of times you just see the words, "neck face," which is kind of lame, but he's probably the most recognizable name around, which is impressive. i hate our new clean door. [via lindsay]

it seems that the internet survived without me while i was gone. but now it's a little bit prettier because lindsay redesigned, and now her site is, shall we say, totes cute.

whitney goes to sxsw.

werde makes his week in review debut with a story about a creepy technology that attempts to get pop hits down to a science.

finally a fun saturday night! braved the long line at tonic for the xiu xiu show show...they were so-so. we liked the flesh better. on!air!library!, ironically enough considering their very!exciting!bandname!, were boring enough to cause us to flee to the basement where some of us relived our gothy high school soundtrack and others of us learned the hard way which bathrooms do not have working locks on them. good times.

very important now: tomorrow is the first in lindsay's ritalin reading series, wherein readers are limited to three minutes. jami is reading, maura is reading, ultra is reading...it is going to be BIG FUN. upstairs at pianos, 8 pm.

dude went to six movies in one day. that is some impressive movie-hopping.

the new york times loves tv on the radio and other "gloomy" new york bands.

two-twenty gets crafty, impressively: behold their hello kitty bong.

midtown, late afternoon. did i mention the new camera?

deconstructing shandi. nice. she IS nerdy. i hadn't realized it before. but tyra? i don't know. you just know she hung out with the popular girls in high school. best moments of the last "top model": shandi proclaiming an item of clothing "too beeg," so the italian vendor would understand, and yoanna's awesome pickup line: "do you want to see my mp3 player?" [via gawker]

job interview gone bad. i would have sassed back, too.

the thing i find funny about this nytimes article on courtney love's wednesday is the last line: "after her 1995 arrest on charges that she punched several fans at an Orlando concert, the judge dismissed the case, ruling that they had been exposed to no more violence than might be reasonably expected at a rock 'n' roll show." oh yes, i always expect to get my ass kicked by the performers. related: pics of courtney love at plaid. who brought the hay? via the pulpy pro.

grab a track off of wilco's upcoming "a ghost is born" over at said the gramophone.

this is great: stereogum and productshop nyc go to the secret courtney love show so you don't have to. kinda wish i'd been there to witness the trainwreck for myself.

holy effing crap, as link-finder kempa might say: actual bill before congress attempts to do away with checks and balances--it would "allow congress to reverse the judgments of the u.s. supreme court." i've said it before, i'll say it again: what are they smoking in congress???

i'm a bit disappointed in google's st. patty's day logo. you can check out all of google's holiday logos, you know.

uh, maybe you would enjoy george clinton's funkcyclopedia?

or maybe japander, featuring american movie stars in japanese commercials?

are these real superheroes? chlorophyll kid? stone boy? beepo the supermonkey, who counts "super-breath" among his powers? funny stuff.

i don't know how i missed this, but did you realize that you have no reasonable expectation that your medical records will be kept private, according to the justice department, who are pulling the records of women who've had abortions at several new york hospitals? wow, that is really effed up, huh? he follows up on the issue today. i'd really like to see more of this "dispassionate" style of blogging from mr. charlie suisman of manhattan users guide.

two weeks. let me know if you need to buy me a burrito (yes, i know, the mexican is soooooo good there) or something.

head queen of the stone age josh homme uses the word "detritus" in slamming the behavior of his ex-bandmate, nick olivieri, whom he ousted. [via whatevs]

loyal pita reader joel-from-chicago is doing a jackass-like charity event: he is shaving his head in order to raise money for pediatric cancer research. throw him a few bucks, why dontcha? before friday, please. he's a nice guy and is just a little bit shy of his $1000 goal.

this one is for nader lovers: nader drawing essentially all of his support from bush.

freaky: three headed frog.

sad: spalding gray found in east river.

cool: tobin sprout is playing southpaw.

went down with the tallboy cans and woke up with...us magazine? oh my god, the hold steady rocked AGAIN. how is it possible that i can see them so many times and still be rocked so hard? they world-premiered their video at hi-fi so i think i can link it here; it rocks too. everyone please go buy their record, "the hold steady almost killed me," when it comes out on march 15. i have listened to it approximately 500 times already and there is no way it is not the record of the year. oh, and if you live in or near the fine cities of chicago, milwaukee, minneapolis, duluth, des moines, or austin, you should go see them because they are bringing the rock. and they will rock you silly.

where is my gay apocalypse? so great. [via productshop nyc] i haven't said anything about the gay marriage constitutional ridiculousness but, as the politicians say, i will say this: i think john kerry is a putz for not doing the right thing. opposed to a federal ban but okay with it in his own state? that's just bullshit, man.

this is the best ever: charlize theron smoking out of an apple.

somewhere a copy editor is giggling to herself: rosie weds longtime girlfriend, slams bush. i bet she did.

funny essay by whitney pastorek about how blogs are ruining her life. in related news, blogs have apparently made it to mommyland. SELF magazine actually insinuates in the march issue that its average reader has a blog. check out this nugget from a story about how to get more sleep, p. 94:

blog on get to work a smidge early so you can sneak in 15 to 20 minutes of online me-time. if you regularly do your surfing or web log updates late at night, the computer glare may shift your clock to a later schedule.

i didn't really feel like going out on saturday night -- i'd had enough after kurt's surprisingly party-esque picnic-style dinner party on friday, yummy with the bbq chicken, potato salad, and jello concoction featuring sour cream and strawberries. but randi and crew were at 7B celebrating jared's decision to go be a ski bum in colorado or something, so i headed over there. and i'm glad i did, because i SOLD my first beer-can cuff! some dude (in a white v-neck undershirt under an open white button-down with dog tags and leather jacket; what is this look?) offered me $20 for it, so of course i ripped it off my wrist and handed it to him. fuck yeah. i drank for free that night! of course, i did have to suffer through half an hour of him hitting on me. dudes: if you mention that you are having trouble thinking of things to say, you've lost. game over. also of note: a few weeks after her hamburger-eating escapade, randi continued on her animal-hating rampage, blowing away countless deer in big buck hunter II. next thing you know she'll be prancing around in a fur coat.

with the exception of the unendingly fascinating/frightening spectacle of charlize theron's orangeness, the oscars were so freaking boring. possibly the most boring oscars ever? yep, i think so. i also think that elijah wood is very, very gay. at least we had crudite.

today's disgusting site of the week, which i am not looking at ever again after an enjoyably icky sunday morning session with kurt: ratemypoo.com. oh yes.

oh my god jack white's hair.

and finally, holly p. is working on getting a real website off the ground, but in the meantime she's got this little photolog thang....stay tuned.