WEEK OF CULTURAL PURSUITS
tuesday steve and i saw lily allen at great american music hall! it was an all-ages, mtv-sponsored show. need i say more about that. BUT it was a great show, and she did play my fave song of hers.





i didn't realize until i saw these pics that her necklace was a machine gun. i thought it was a oddly non-holiday inappropriate reindeer. and she had huge door knocker earrings. RAD.


steve says lily is cute but not cutesy and also tough. he says i am also this way. i suspect this is a line, but i will take this compliment. :P

wednesday we had our anniversary dinner at clementine, a french place on clement and 3rd ave. it was good, go for the $25 prix fixe, but you will be surrounded my old folks, FYI. the place is also super-french, as in, the host greets you with a 'BON JOUR MADAME!" with gusto. for some reason i can't keep myself from snickering every time french people get all super-french on me. we did have the escargots, which i thought tasted like grass until steve pointed out that taste was basil. indeed.

thursday em, alex, and i met on the last car of a precisely scheduled bart train from the city to berkeley where we met steve and chris to see a live taping of npr's 'wait wait don't tell me' at zellerbach. we'd been planning this trip since october (huge nerds). i've never been part of a live radio audience - it was so fun! notes: carl kasell is all business - he doesn't even break a smile during the whole show. i also envisioned him to be much heavier, with multiple chins, but he is normal sized. phil bronstein was the guest, and someone from the balcony yelled 'KOMODO DRAGON!' at him as soon as he came out. too funny. lastly, a lot of white people were in the audience - are we surprised? it was npr and berkeley.

this is not exactly a cultural pursuit, but we watched a 'daria' movie on dvd; i didn't know steve was a huge daria fan. saturday night was frank's birthday, so i put on my trench and galoshes (been raining all week) and we all went down to tunnel top. it was oddly super crowded and playing really shitty hip hop (also odd), so we made the usual migration to lucid (aka fluid to steve). lucid, our favorite old standby and site of my birthday, was a bitch - really really hot inside, crowded, playing bad hip hop ALSO, and with an anal guy at the door who said that if we wanted to smoke outside and stay, we had to stay on "the black part" - i.e. the floor right outside the club, of which there was no discernable difference from the sidewalk besides color. SOME BULLSHIT.

the revelation of the night was that people who grew up in socal (and maybe other places as well?) did not grow up with everyone at their school listening to hip hop. this was nuts to em and i - in san frncisco, all school-aged children must listen to hip hop, almost exclusively. we've both went to multiple KMEL summer jams growing up, and just assumed everyone else grew up devoted to hip hop too. CRAZY!! who are you people?!? did anyone else grow up in a place where all your friends and people in your school listened to only hip hop?

today the sun came way out, and we went to moma. the best part, besides an animated video based on the tommy lee-pamela anderson sex tape, was that they had esprit marketing stuff in the 'design' section. man, that esprit logo was THE logo of my childhood fashion. the e, made of three lines? so great. ah memories of little fashionista lisa!

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one more thing: last week we went to the MJ 30th anniversary party.


i almost didn't go, but then i realized, why else did i go into magazines besides to go to cool parties? steve took some pics, and we played spot the non-white person. can you?



as melanie (a pescatarian, who i later forced to eat meat at rosamundes!) sayeth: "all the parties i go to are either at 111 minna or mighty. all the artsy parties are at minna and all the tech parties are at mighty."