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<I>Artnatomy</I> is a really cool tool&mdash;for learning to draw faces, of course. I can't even draw a stick figure for Hangman, but stuff like this makes me dream about unleashing my (extremely) inner artist.

I spent perhaps a total of ten hours in my apartment this weekend, and for about eight of those, I was asleep. So, unfortunately, I didn't have the time to make any real comparisons. I faced no problems, however, in disconnecting the Arcam Solo and bringing the A3.5 units into my little system. It was an easy-breezy piece of Key Lime pie. I didn't even feel bad about it; the Musical Fidelity pieces are so attractive, I couldn't wait to get them going. Though the setup required merely sticking the AC cords into the appropriate sockets, making the simple connection between the integrated and CD player, and hooking up the speakers &#151; black to black, red to red &#151; I felt some small amount of pride for getting it all done without a hitch. Anyone could do it, really.

I'd try this myself, but I expect that Huckleberry's revenge would be severe.

This online dialog between Neal Stephenson and the readers of <I>Slashdot</I> isn't new, but I'd never read it before. There's good stuff on money, copyright, and his three deathmatch battles with William Gibson.

<I>The Inquirer</I> goes medieval on DRM's butt. This rant is passionate and incandescent. Wish I'd said it, but linking to it is pretty satisfying, too.

I link to this review of David Crystal's <I>How Language Works</I> not so much because it is deeply informative&mdash;I'm pretty sure I want to read it, but the review doesn't make that compelling a case&mdash;but rather because of my admiration at the way John Humphrys manages to work one of my favorite grammar jokes into the review.

Funny thing about carting a $1600 amplifier down these New York City streets during the evening rush: People just don't give a crap; they'll run you over. No problem. In fact, I was almost shown to that great, big listening room in the sky by an SUV (with Jersey plates, of course) just outside Herald Square. And try getting a $1600 CD player through the PATH station turnstiles; there's no special "Hi-Fi Entrance" down there. You're left to your own devices. I employed the lift and twirl method, but only after realizing that the push and shove method wasn't going to work.