If You Know Three Chords, Play Folk
If you only know one chord, play rock.
If you only know one chord, play rock.
"I don't understand it," I said to John. "With all of these people out there listening to their iPods, how is it that the entire city isn't dancing like mad?"
For starters, it could adopt <I>House</I>'s dictum: Everybody lies.
Stephen Oppenheimer has traced the routes used by the few bands of protohomonids as they populated the world. This is a stunning piece of animation.
<I>New York</I> magazine asked Edward Glaeser to examine how profitable a variety of New York businesses might be. My favorite line: "Best ways to make money: Underpay writers."
To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into the office today. Amazing, I know. And it didn't have all to do with the rain and the wind and the unusually cool June air, though those were factors. Mostly, it had to do with <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/010207everything/">a hummingbird</a>. I wanted to stay home and strum the guitar in tune with all those sounds that were happening outside. But I did the next best thing.
Studying the universal concept of "touch transference." That's professor talk for cooties.
Much to my surprise, I've actually tasted a few that made the list—a few of the cheapest, of course. And I'm not at all sure that <I>Forbes</I> is correct that Sazerac 18-year-old is the most expensive rye at $55. I believe that Old Potrero at $90/bottle has that honor.
Who taught us the facts of life? Jim Enderby's <I>A Guinea Pig's History of Biology</I> argues that it was close observation of just a few species.
I was happily learning more than I ever thought I'd want to know about sushi, when it occurred to me to check out the article's byline. Who on earth writes 10 pages about shopping for fish in Tokyo's Tsukiji market? Oh, Nick Tosches, that's who.