I'm posting this link because it reminds me of my father-in-law, the least macho man I ever met—and one of the toughest. How tough was he? Well, in the 1930s he traveled through the South as a labor organizer for the hatter's union. He stood down thugs with axe-handles—and, having seen him get angry a time or two, I feel sorry for those poor ol' peckerwoods.
<i>The song title is fitting, considering some of the "miracle tweaks" that exist in the audiophile world.</i>
"Jets of carbon dioxide gas erupting from the ice cap as it warms in the spring carry dark sand and dust high aloft. " Oh, it's just springtime on Mars.
My buddy Jon Iverson is cuckoo for car shows and has regaled me for hours with his photos of awesome rides (it's a California thing). I've always admired the artistry, but it never occurred to me that so much of the incredible pin stripe art was free hand.
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Apparently Amy Sutherland's essay on using positive reinforcements techniques she learned from animal trainers to "condition" her husband's behavior was the most linked-to article <I>The New York Times</I> published this summer.
"Many young people claim to be regularly taking part in two surveys a day, often with different research organisations."
While doing some research for our November issue, I found myself clicking around the Bel Canto site, and guess what I discovered:
Associate publisher, Keith Pray leads a parade of Primedia staffers from the office, down the hall, through the revolving doors, onto Madison Avenue, and into Mulligan's Irish Pub. On his way, he sings out:
It's not all riches and gorgeous readers, you know.
When it comes to guitar solos, apparently it <I>is</I> all in the way you hold your lips.