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You'll Lose Your Trousers With the Depreciation
Jeremy Clarkson rightly rogers the Volvo S80 SE Sport. This is auto reviewing as a contact sport.
The Moby Quotient
Bill Wyman (no, not <I>that</I> one) calculates the sell-out factor for when musicians whore out—um, I mean, lease—their muse.
In Search of the Perfect Cure
I was raised in Virginia, so for me, the perfect ham is a Smithfield-cured ham. I think I was 21 before I ever tasted that bland concoction sold at delis as "ham." It might be pork, but ham it am't.
Why We Fight
There are many nights when being a music writer comes down to the whining about the stark question: why am I dragging my ass out on the town again? What reason do I really have to see this act? Or to see this act one more time?
Smells Like Herr Hitler
Tony Perrottet tells us that Spike Jones was closer to being right than we suspected.
Missing Black Holes Located
They're always in the last place you look.
iPod Death Clock
Oh boy! Your iPod is going to die, too. Want to know when?
The Death Clock
Good news! You're going to die—want to find out when?