Stacked Like Me
Clover Stroud's new 36DD's take her for a spin. Not surprisingly, she busted guys ogling her chest, but she also got the cold, um, shoulder from women—at least, that was Clover's take on the subject.
 
		Clover Stroud's new 36DD's take her for a spin. Not surprisingly, she busted guys ogling her chest, but she also got the cold, um, shoulder from women—at least, that was Clover's take on the subject.
We're doomed!
Can you?
High-resolution audio has gone quiet in recent months. Or has it? What do you think has happened to SACD and DVD-Audio?
In common with the mood of our times, there seems to be an increasing amount of bad temper in the High End. There are more people around who, in Jonathan Scull's timeless phrase, have a "level of audiophile rage very close to the surface." Witness, for example, the "cancel my subscription" letter from Professor Daniel H. Wiegand in this issue: he obviously feels a line has been crossed.
You can't.
Did chocolate lead to beer?
Well, James Wilson did—between drinks. "The next morning, still reeling from horse [meat] and champagne, it was time for the hunt."
"What's <i>that?!</i>" cried music editor Robert Baird, pointing to the plastic-sleeved CD on my desk.
A history of the Martini. A fine old drink—and I'll bet you didn't know how old—although I still prefer a rye Manhattan (with Orange bitters, of course).