Becks and Catherine are already providing multimedia insights into the contemporary state of sexual politics. So let's continue the trend — behold! Emily's take on what web 2.0 means for women.

(that's right — it takes only the flimsiest of excuses to get me to embed video these days. I've been entirely corrupted)

well, i had meant to do a more detailed, full-blown review of this show earlier, but i succumbed to that disease that affects so many of us bloggers: laziness. or was it wine? either way, here are my much abridged thoughts:

new porngraphers - just should not tour without neko case. carl newman sounded great, but kathryn calder, sick or not, does not have the interesting or full sounding vocals to carry her songs. additionally, the mix sounded strangely tinny, and the band seemed weary and determined on tearing through the set with business-like speed. i believe i remember exactly one line of in-between song banter from newman. which is sad, because he's quite funny.

belle and sebastian: it sure SOUNDED like they put on a great show. however, in between the two bands, dcsobloop and i opted for a trip to the bathroom and another beer, which meant we ended up on the slightly-raised second level platform. you'd think "slightly-raised" would mean "with a view of the stage," but that is exactly the opposite of what it meant. we couldn't see a bloody thing. additionally, stuart was crazy with the stories in between songs; unfortunately, apparently when not singing, he can only manage incomprehensible scottish mumbles. and, as i mentioned previously, i was frustrated that they only played one song off of "if you're feeling sinister." oh well. i guess i got my fill of IYFS songs when i saw them back in 1998 at the black cat. that's right, i'm cooler than you. i'm also old. that was eight years ago. christ.

sigh. at least i got a new t-shirt out of the show. methinks i like it better than the old one.

hah. check out this great picture over at becks' place. maybe men will finally start realizing that this is, in fact, an annoying, widespread reality and not some phantom blog meme made up by a few overly sensitive women. though i must say, not a single person has told me to smile since i moved to chicago.

after waiting seven years for them to do so, did anyone find josh and donna's kiss just a little bit repulsive looking?

grey's made me weepy. AGAIN. after a supbar episode last time, they are back on form. tommy and charles: my spring break mission is to make you love this show. i shall do it, even though i may need to drink several bottles of wine on my own to do so. i am willing to make this sacrifice. but the question is: ARE YOU?

if you need a godlike tiramisu recipe, may i suggest this one, with minor changes: you'll need 14 oz of ladyfingers, double the espresso, and i would recommend freezing it for several hours instead of merely refridgeratoring it. cannot spell refridgeratiatototoring.

am drunk.

how does one know one is getting old? may i submit that slathering on moisturizer on your hands and sleeping in cotton moisture-locking-in gloves is one symptom? because your hands are looking elderly? 26, this is going to be a great year. a year of sleeping in gloves. i can't wait. the year of the hand glove. sort of relatedly, i may be going in for my first manicure on wednesday. i'll make sure to report back. hold your breath.