Alicia Zuckerman has a nice coda on Kurt Vonnegut over at the HufPo. She gets the final word on Vonnegut's epitaph because she actually asked him what he wanted it to be.
On my morning stroll through the intertubes, I hit Freakonomics, as is my wont. Today, Stephen J. Dubner is raving about Jeff Henderson's Cooked. Henderson, the new executive chef at Cafe Bellagio, leaned to cook in prison, where he was incarcerated for dealing crack.
Yeah, it looks cute, but Huckleberry is making his move to take over the whole thing. When he has annoyed Bagheera enough, she'll leave in a huff—or else haul off and smack him. Since he's always up for a ruckus, there's no downside.
A cardboard listening "room." I'd call it a pod, myself, but in a small space like that surround sound probably is essential. I do dig the look of laminated construction, though.
I'm looking forward to the new Bill Callahan album, Woke On A Whaleheart, not only because I have this aching feeling that it's going to be a beautiful piece of work, one that I can relate to and fall in love with, but also because I think it's going to offer excellent sound quality, and I just can't wait to hear it on the hi-fi. This is interesting to me because I never looked forward to an album for its sound quality before. Even when reading our own Stereophile record reviews, I've paid little attention to the number of stars placed besides the "Sonics" heading, except to make sure they're the right size and font.