Transit Strike: Day 2
Madison Avenue is normally a nearly impenetrable fortress of buses. Crossing it is a choking, weaving, stuttering adventure; a New York City version of Chutes and Ladders.
Madison Avenue is normally a nearly impenetrable fortress of buses. Crossing it is a choking, weaving, stuttering adventure; a New York City version of Chutes and Ladders.
Who needs a memory now that we have Google?
Possibly a comment on our fascination with the little gizmo, although sometimes a sucker is just a sucker.
Fernet Branca. "If you can imagine getting punched squarely in the nose while sucking on a mentholated cough drop, you'll have an idea. . ."
Does it turn your lips orange?
It's all about lookin' good!
It's Google's world—the rest of us are just living in it.
Dear readers,
I don't know nothing about nothing — I don't even own an <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/budgetcomponents/934/index.html">iPod</a> — but when I opened the attachment and scanned the press release, I was absolutely and immediately impressed.
Madison Avenue without all of its buses isn't really Madison Avenue. I stand in the quiet middle of it all, untouched, and smile a strange smile.