The Secret Vault
Lots of goodies here worth investigating.
Lots of goodies here worth investigating.
If you were to do a Google image search on my work at <i>Stereophile</i>, you'd see that, basically, my days are simply filled with reading, writing, coordinating, and planning. No two consecutive days, however, are the same.
I'm leaving for China in about 10 minutes, so blogging will be even more erratic than usual—I foolishly almost said "normal," but it has never been <I>that</I>.
Actually, it's a fascinating article about Chinese sports fandom. Interesting country—I really should go there sometime.
This product would be creepy enough with just one vibro-pod, but with <I>two</I>, it just makes my skin crawl. No, I do not want to share you iPod sex toy.
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Wait, have I already linked to this?
Yeah, but my punk CDs beat up your easy listening CDs in the lunch room.
Than to blog hi-fi from China—or at least, that's what I thought when Original Audio's Ping Gong and GuangZhou Hi-Fi 2006's Zou Dao invited me to attend the largest audio show in the Celestial Kingdom.
Whenever I fly into one of those, "I gotta get rid of some of these CDs" moods, I inevitably settle on my seemingly endless boxes of blues records. But then like magic, hard–edged questions like "Do I really need 15 B.B. King records" eventually morph into expressions like, "Damn, I haven't heard this record in a hundred years." I am genetically unable to dump blues records.
Wes will begin filing his reports soon.