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The roadster's throbbing rumble became a roar as the tachometer soared above 4 grand. Like a giant hand, its thrust jammed me back into the seat. Racing along low to the ground, feeling every curve and bump, I began to understand: the automotive virtues of smoothness and insulation had been swapped for firm road grip and the ability to transmit to the driver each jolt and curve in the surface below. Long before I'd climbed into the driver's seat of Porsche's Boxster S, I had known about its low-end snort and speed—the main reasons I was considering a lease—but I had not known about its ability to join sensation and purpose in such an intense bond.

<a href="http://forum.stereophile.com/forum/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=54397&an=0… directed us</a> to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/02/technology/techspecial2/02table.html?… excellent and encouraging article</a> in the New York Times.

My heart is not broken. It is collapsed like the sun into the frozen Meadowlands. Sometimes, alone in bed at night, I get this awful, screaming pain in the side of my bony chest, in that empty space where I imagine you to be. It's not often that I do this, sit here. Listen to the same sad songs over and over again, sing along, cry, think of how these words were written for us. It's probably not a good habit to be getting into, but it seems I just can't stop. It's been more than two weeks now, and it isn't wearing off. Twelve songs, 40 minutes, over and over again. I can't stop. Remember when you said that no one else could ever love me like you loved me? I don't know if that was a gift or a curse, but I believe it is true.

As the person who "invented" subjective testing, I have followed with great interest the many articles in the mainstream audio press which purport to prove that none of us can really hear all the differences we claim to hear, particularly those between amplifiers. My reaction has usually been: "Why didn't they invite me to participate? I would have heard the differences under their double-blind listening conditions." I could make that assertion with supreme confidence because I had never been involved in any such test.

Perhaps the most interesting thing on satellite radio has been Bob Dylan’s <I>Theme Time</I> radio show on XM, where he uses big themes like “baseball” or “eyes,” and builds shows around music that somehow connects to the theme. The idea for this show, which is worth listening to if only for Dylan’s raspy&#150;voiced patter, may have come from a previous Forties&#150;era radio program hosted by one of Dylan’s heroes, Woody Guthrie.

Remember <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/cold_weather_usb_phono_preamp… I wrote last week</a> about my dream listening room? Some nice furniture, DeVore Fidelity loudspeakers, Shindo amplifiers, walls lined in vinyl LPs, all that?

It's not all-audio all-the-time in the <i>Stereophile</i> forums. Every once in awhile, a fellow likes to turn down the stereo and reach for <i>The Wall Street Journal</i>, <i>Mother Jones</i>, <i>The Economist</i>, <i>Sports Illustrated</i>, <i>King</i>, whatever.