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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 0 comments
"Like my speaker? I have another one over there."
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 0 comments
"I think the lead channel needs more bite!"
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 2 comments
Well, actually they said E differs from mc2 by at most 0.0000004, which is "consistent with equality."
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 1 comments
Yet they've been largely ignored by the industry. I don't expect it to change either. My take is that women are buying more e-gear now because a lot of the tech has become mature—for example, you can buy a five megapixel camera for a reasonable price this year. But watch how the industry tries to court the female consumer. You'll see brighter colors and "simpler interfaces" billed as woman-friendly. Sheesh, most women want what I want: a good product at a good price. Instead, they get vanity mirrors.
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 1 comments
My wife has suspected this for years.
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 23, 2005 0 comments
They're different—physically and functionally.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Dec 22, 2005 0 comments
During that brief, but sad, period when the Multi-Purpose Solution wasn't making music, I spent some time booking shows at the now gone, but not forgotten, Jersey City rock venue, Uncle Joe's.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Dec 22, 2005 0 comments
Tris McCall has posted his 2005 Pop Music Abstract.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Dec 22, 2005 0 comments
"Do you want a ride to work?"
"What?"
"Are you going to Manhattan?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want a ride to work?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've got my car over there. I'm going to 58th Street, but you need four people in a car to be allowed to drive into the City. You wanna ride?"
"Nah, man. You're a stranger. Good luck with that, though."
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Wes Phillips Posted: Dec 22, 2005 1 comments
Some of these were banned, not because of what they showed, but because the censors had really filthy imaginations. Who would have ever guessed?

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