here's a website dedicated to rory and logan on the gilmore girls. only on the internet.

ever since the Great Metallic Bag Hunt of '05, or whatever i'm calling it these days, i've noticed an astonishing number of fashion blogs out there. such that i've actually had to create a subfolder in my favorites to keep track of them all. (yes, i spend a large portion of days looking at pictures of shoes and handbags. i really am getting dumber with every passing day.) a good place to start if you are interested in such shallow pursuits is the links list of manolo's shoe blog. fair warning: total time-suck.

dudes, tom cruise and katie holmes?! shit is creepy.

a plea: i'm looking for extra tickets to any of the decemberists shows, irving or warsaw. i NEED me some nasally voiced songs about barrow boys and lolling legs. a little help, me mateys!

the other fun thing i did this weekend was go see two gallants at southpaw with jen. all the way to brooklyn! i'd seen them before but needed more. they're a guitar-and-drums duo, kind of a country-punk thing going on, reminiscent of modest mouse's more unhinged moments. the drummer is amazing. i love them. so much that i bought the cd and a t-shirt. it doesn't hurt that they are both totally cute. i highly recommend checking them out if they swing through your town. in the meantime, listen to my favorite song (more audio treats at their site):

::: Two Gallants, "Nothing to You" :::

i zzzz'd through damien jurado: too mellow!

finally, know that i am totally obsessed with the new weezer song. worth every one of the pennies required to download it.

holly decided she missed taking pictures of herself and has launched a new site for you to watch her do various stuff. behold watch holly dot com. first up: watch holly get married. yawn. i want to watch holly jump out of a goddamn plane, or execute a perfect kegstand, or participate in a steel-cage match. let's hope she takes these suggestions under advisement for her future projects. anyway, i am glad that holly is blogging again. girl takes some good pictures. here she reveals the "sad" news that i will not be ruining her wedding. seriously, can any of you imagine me conducting a marriage ceremony? i will always fondly remember my pineapple moment at vanessa's nuptials, but i think that's as far as i go. anyone got any good poems i can read instead?

oooh, and john has started posting some lovely photographs at his new jammy-jam, ebokeh.com. now wtf kind of url is that, you might ask. well, "bokeh" refers to a kind of partially fuzzy photograph, i guess with long exposures? i'm not sure but maybe you have a larger brain than i do and can understand the explanation. anyway, the pictures are cool.

in self-promotional news, i have several cute pairs of shoes for sale on ebay...you need some new heels, i know you do!

dear, normal reader, i must say you are damn lucky that i was able to restrain myself from commenting on the someblogs fiasco. i know only a grand total of about five people care about it. however, if you get me drunk and ask me about it, i will give you my opinion on the matter. you know how i love to trash-talk.

nice weekend walking, brunching, shopping, organizing, sunning. and of course seeing shows. brendan benson writes perfect pop songs and did not disappoint friday night. the crowd, however, was another story: young, lame, and excessively talky. really, really horrible. how did brendan get these fans? i'm blaming the OC. i had a run-in with a prissy girl in pumps, fishnets, and voluminous skirt who was upset that i apparently got a drop of beer on her bag, which she had placed on the ground. i had to laugh. where did she think she was? eventually amy and i were able to find a good spot with respectful people, and brendan played like a dream. concert nirvana was finally achieved. my only complaint: surely he could get a cuter touring bassist! we're talking dad-level dorkiness here (no offense to my own paterfamilias).

saturday night i checked out oneida, who have a very pretty new website. i've always had a weird relationship with oneida. their live shows were an unrelenting assault upon your very ears, an almost existential experience. in a word: LOUD. but now it's like the softer side of oneida has emerged. their new album is very different. and good. i had to go home when i realized i was falling asleep on my feet at 3 a.m. it was nice to see sweet juli and will, who are fleeing the city for the spacious (and reportedly cool) environs of pittsburgh. good luck to them!

i totally want to date mr. sparklepants. not sure mom would approve.

i will refrain from talking about my other online purchases, but in the everlasting Search For The Perfect New Bag, i stood in exit 9 for a long time communing with this beautiful creation. check out that perfect ipod pocket. tano has some amazing bags, but unfortunately they're all kinda pricey at around $150. we're pondering, me and my credit card.

kim gordon is over 50 now, and she still rocks so hard. saw sonic youth last night at a rock en espanol club in astoria, located above a gym. weird venue. good show. kim played a trumpet at one point. openers black helicopter reminded me of more than one steve albini band, with lyrics that were even more questionable. download "creme de la bouche" for, um, a taste. oddly, most of their album is available in mp3 form, but it is worth buying for the pop-up packaging alone, i'd say. brian's copy is hand-numbered "uncle jesse" of 1000. cute.

i will now break my silence regarding band du jour bloc party. i must admit i was sorta seduced by the hype, and so i felt quite happy when i got the miracle text message friday night that extra tickets were available. of course, i was just glad that i could take visiting betsy to a rock show, since she doesn't get much in beijing, but i was also hyper-aware that this was a hot-shit show, and i wanted to see what all the fuss was about. verdict: they are okay. at times slightly better than okay. but frankly i just don't get what people get so whipped into a fuss about. and whipped they do get. i saw brooklyn vegan launch himself into the feverish dance pit up front like a dude possessed. and he was not alone. people just *had* to go dance in that thing. i just didn't. call me a jaded new yorker, but i was content to head-nod. i do like the yelpy parts, and their songs are pretty dynamic, and the lead singer is very cute, but they don't quite work me up into a lather. betsy quite enjoyed the show, too, but she also fell asleep on the leather couch downstairs during the encore. so...do with that what you will.

but many thanks to mr. central village for selling me tickets at face value. those things were being scalped for utterly ridiculous prices. of course, we at catherine's pita are firm believers in ticket karma and have never sold a ticket for more than face value (plus any fees). it's just kind of a shitty thing to do, and ensures that you're going to get a crowd of idiotic investment bankers who heard about this "hip new band," bringing their puking girlfriends (of which there were at least two friday night) along for the ride. example #1 of my ticket karma in action: box-office dude at irving plaza handing me two free tickets to the sold-out ben kweller/walkmen show a couple of weeks ago, after i mistakenly thought i ordered four and not the two i actually purchased. example #2 of ticket karma:thursday night, i won the wicked lottery! i even got a green button that said so. out of 100+ people, they called my name (and 13 others) for the $25 front-row seats. i felt so happy, i could barely stand it. and then the show was wicked awesome, too. clever, funny, and amazing costumes.

i leave you with the following images (happy birthday cort!):

something odd happened a couple of days ago. i know i'm late to the party on this one, as happens with all mainstream pop songs, but i seem to be right on the cusp of its second wave. a few days ago, i woke up with kelly clarkson's "since u been gone" in my head. kurt had played it for me a couple days before that, because i was curious after hearing the ted leo version. i thought it was okay. in the intervening couple of days, even without hearing it, it somehow worked itself into my head, and now i haven't been able to stop listening to it. it's kinda like that awful liz phair song "why can't i" from a couple years ago. i fear i will enter a permanent vegetative state within a week if this keeps up, but in the meantime i just can't stop myself. is it wrong if i want to get a new cell phone *just* so i can download "since u been gone" as a ringtone?

p.s. betsy has had some killer updates from india and china. particularly the covered-in-colored-powder pics. and the return of baby split-pants! (seriously, is that a ball hanging out of that kid's butt? i'm confused...) awesome!

so i was expecting lots of blood flowing to the vaginal area last night at the bowery ballroom for the eagles of death metal/hold steady bill of awesome. i left a little disappointed. there were moments, sure. the hold steady rocked, as they do. i liked that i knew the new stuff enough to be able to lean over to randi and say, "this is the part where tad shreds." god, i love that band. missed franz on keys, though; world inferno is gallivanting across europe. i guess he'll be back for the big record release show on may 19, when "separation sunday" will surely be sweeping the nation's rock critics and sniffling indie kids. it's out may 3 on frenchkiss and i know you want to buy it! for a little sneak peek, check the following:

::: The Hold Steady, "Your Little Hoodrat Friend" ::: this is on the frenchkiss site. this song, while definitely not my favorite on the album, is still damn catchy. and i love those female backing vocals.

oh, and eagles of death metal? they were pretty decent, but they lacked the raw, loose energy of the album somehow. that was the sexiest album of 2004, and yet randi and i actually started taking pictures of ourselves toward the end of their set. not exactly a sign of a great performance. oh, and not that it matters really (or maybe it would have?), but there was no josh homme hottness in the house.

is david gallagher not the best boyfriend ever? check out his happy birthday fiona project. so cute!

j. edward keyes writes astutely about the decemberists song "16 x 32" and why it's a good protest song. it's not my favorite track, either.

while i was doing those things, pat buchanan got slimed with salad dressing.

i have nothing else. ok, maybe a song.

::: Joe Jackson, "One More Time" :::