Feeling a bit nostalgic. Even as a twenty-something, is it possible to yearn for the "good old days?"

Thanks to Rauz and her affinity for documenting her life (because she wont remember if she doesnt have the photo?) here are photos from a make-shift memorial at UCLA for John Wooden. Rest in peace, Coach. Your legacy will live on not only at UCLA and throughout sports, but for all who endeavor to become better leaders.

From (girl-next-door) Dooney & Bourke to (classy) Miu Miu and (trendy sophisticate) Emanuel Ungaro to (disgusting) Ed Hardy. My heart hurts. I am SO OVER you, Linds. Wearing Ed Hardy is a sign that you are 1) still stuck in 2005 and 2) a loser.

You obviously don't care anymore. And now, neither do I.

Dear Rest of the World:

Probably you have already heard it from your other friends in Los Angeles, but I wanted to make sure that I drove the point home. It has been over 80 degrees lately here. New York, Paris, Toronto, Munich, and Moscow, enjoy your highs of 20. Chicago and Montreal, good luck out there with -5 today. I hesitate to mention that I am headed to a patio at this time to barbecue. Outside, of course. Now carry on with whatever it is you do out there in the cold.

keep warm,
Tala

PS. Although having fun in the sun, we did lose a dear friend to Los Angeles today. R.I.P. Indie 103.1 – I was pretty bummed to hear the news. Joe Escalante, Jonesey, and the rest of the Indie 103.1 team, thank you for years of awesome music.
PPS. This news does not deter me from putting my Ipod on full blast and lounging out by my pool in the middle of winter. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

duh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh nuh, clap clap - that little ditty used to excite me, sending shivers up my spine in anticipation. Now, it chills my beating heart and fills my stomach with bile.

Why? Because the CW ruined 90210. Kelly Taylor is a guidance counselor? Maybe she can guide the new cast of girls on how to steal boyfriends or backstab best friends. She certainly does not need to listen to other people’s drama after her own lifetimes of drama – being addicted to diet pills, having a cokehead mom, having David Silver see her naked when she got out of the shower that one time, getting date raped, almost getting raped, actually getting raped, killing her rapist, getting caught in a house fire, being stalked, having to go to rehab, having amnesia, being shot, being in a cult, having a miscarriage, and living with Donna Martin. She also got carbon-monoxided (damn you, Tara Marks, for not finishing the job!)

Perhaps a future conversation between a student and Kelly:
Kelly: So what is the problem, kid? Rape, coke, diet pills, rape, creepy new step-brother, drunk Mom, burns from a fire, stalker, or rape?
Student: You said rape three times.

And Brenda Walsh? Everyone knows Brenda should be living in France as a full-time diva – with Dylan McKay. But of course, after tonight’s revelation, my dream of Brenda and Dylan together forever came to a disastrous end. Kelly is Dylan’s baby mama. Groan. The horror of it all!

Brenda and Dylan were meant for each other. I had imagined a post-90210 world in which Kelly died of another coke addiction and Brenda and Dylan drove around in Dylan’s Porsche Boxster listening to R.E.M. Yeah, yeah, bite my tongue, right? Well, it doesn’t even matter because the new 90210 seems a little irrelevant in a post-OC world now dominated by Gossip Girls. Take that, CW!

duh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh nuh, clap clap.

Thank you, John McCain, for bringing Paris Hilton and Britney Spears into the presidential elections. Due to your recent “Celeb” campaign ad, the mindless masses are now paying attention. Your ad has had more than 1.8 million hits on YouTube, it has been played on network and cable news stations, and it has raised comments from hundreds of watercoolers across the nation. The thousands of references to this ad, the rebuttal by Paris Hilton, and the free air time would normally lead me to conclude that this was a genius advertising move. It is better to have bad publicity than no publicity, right? Wrong. Perhaps that is true for actual “celebrities” like Paris and Britney, but not for someone trying to become the President of the United States. Barack Obama is not a celebrity – he is a “symbol”. And what about other “icons” turned “politicians”? Ronald Reagan? Arnold Schwarzenegger? Aren’t they from your own political party? Don’t you think if Paris and Britney can bring more attention to a campaign than even the most fierce battle over taxes and foreign policy, then there is something already amiss going on? My condolences for your impending loss.

I’m Not Here to Make Friends!


Okay, okay, we get it. You are not here to make friends. But you definitely are here to get your fifteen minutes of fame.

Speaking of... Heidi’s fifteen minutes have resulted in a question on Jeopardy. This is a sad day for America.

While the hipsters are passing out in the desert listening to M.I.A., Yelle, Uffie, Rilo Kiley, Kate Nash, The Teenagers, Prince, and Mark Ronson, the los ang party people too cool for Coachella can lounge tonight at On the Rox and listen to Andy Grammer and Tara Ellis. And instead of attending a super rockin festival this weekend way too far away, I will be attending a super literary festival - the LA Times Book Festival at UCLA.

Compromise? Perhaps. But mostly I am too poor to trek through awesomeness for three ultra rockin fab days. Sigh.

R.I.P. Heath Ledger.

This reminds me of River Phoenix all over again. Tragically.

SIGH. Where was her sponsor? Where was her mother? Where was her sister? Where were her friends? Where was I?

Enjoy this supplement to my last post (hereafter known as the most popular post ever). Rehab is definitely the new black. So stay there, Brit!