Now That's Ball Control
This video stuns me, although it does go on. I guess even perfection gets old.
This video stuns me, although it does go on. I guess even perfection gets old.
LEMURs are coming. Great videos, especially for the Guitarbot.
I just bought my airline tix to HE2006, so I know <I>I'm</I> going to be there. I hope you will, too—because it;ll be a lot more fun if somebody else is there, too.
Dolby's got a new record and is touring. So what does a self-confessed musician/geek do these days? Why start a blog, of course.
Right now, the sun is shining sweetly. This time yesterday, swirls of wild snow were racing from jaundiced skies. April is a desperate housewife.
Is the art of conversation really dead? Carlin Romano doesn't buy it, despite a few recent books that eulogize it.
Anybody can make humor out of a banana peel and a hapless schlub, but it take a genius of sorts to game theory funny.
My speakers haven't moved very far from where they first landed on the night that <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/111005may/">John DeVore visited Jersey City</a>. The Arros, after the Gibbons, found a similar home — a comfortable spot, if nothing else, which works fine enough for me. It's a spot that allows me to walk into my bedroom easily, without having to brush up against a side wall or trip over any turncoat cable. A spot that appreciates symmetry and cleanliness and my apartment's obsession with order.
And it's not made by Acme, apparently.