Where's Neil When You Need Him?
Neil Gaiman gets a tribute disc. I hope it's as cool as he is.
Neil Gaiman gets a tribute disc. I hope it's as cool as he is.
Signs of sickness, with a scent like ennui, all over the apartment: dirtied tissues tossed to the floor, the many jilted cups of tea, unfinished this, unwashed that, empty cans of soup, the pale and quiet Moscode.
American high-end companies are freaking out about the new RoHS standards. Turns out it could silence church organs, too.
It ain't hi-fi, but this is a turntable you sure ain't gonna see it anywhere else.
So I have no idea what this photo is about. Any guesses?
I'm working here—and I like it.
I'm sick. About as sick as I've ever been. Come to think of it, I haven't really been well since I came down with the flu at CES. I've been fighting something ever since. And today, it knocked me out. Fever, chills, pain all throughout my body, an excruciating headache.
Here's a chapter from Tufte's upcoming <I>Beautiful Evidence</I>. Some of the graphics are pretty blurry on the computer screen, but they look great if you print this out.
No, not our intrepid correspondent from Sin City, but the anti-iPod—a cheap ambient sound generator with a line out for hi-fi connection. Rumor has it that Brian Eno bought 8.
Yeah, <I>Brokeback Mountain</I> mashups are a dime a dozen, but this one is delightful. Go to the external link and scroll down to "Brokeback Mouse."