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Mirage had a 36" mock-up of their omnipolar tweeter array on the wall, photographed here by Kalman Rubinson. A lot of people (well, me) thought it was real.

I saw it from a distance, spotlit and turning on a turntable. It was curved and sensuous, with its deep red flanks casting off highlights. I glanced up at the brandname and saw . . . Klipsch.

It's funny, but everybody <I>knows</I> the Edsel was a flop and a wretched car. Everybody that is, except people who own one. I've known four people who were proud Edsel owners and their cars were all great rides.

Fred Hersch is playing six nights of piano duets at the Jazz Standard in New York City this week, pairing off with a different pianist each night, and Tuesday’s opening set was a marvel, further evidence that Hersch, not quite 52, is one of the two or three most harmonically imaginative jazz pianists on the scene and keeps carving new pathways—more intricate and probing, but no less swaying or lyrical.

Remember all that furor over research results indicating women's brains are hard-wired to prefer pink? Well, you needn't.

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