Sealed With A Union Jack
I haven't listened yet, but I'm already happy. I'm fighting the urge to just set the stuff up right here, right now, in my office.
Stephen Mejias
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Things Come Together
Also, I made one other change when I removed the Ayre gear from my system: I switched from the Ayre–supplied and –spec'd Cardas cables to Furutech Evolutions. Incidentally, it was right around this same time that I read Jay">http://www.bluebirdmusic.com/Build_Your_System.htm">Jay Rein's essay on system synergy.
Sleekness
I've been working on the Buyer's Guide. Again, I find myself getting all tangled up in the content. Goodness me. My focus shifts away from the cold cells. I lose sight of borders, completely forget about column width. And find myself wondering:
The Line Between
In this City Belt interview, Tris McCall, writer and musician, discusses the relationship between work and art.
A Measure of Magic
What can I say about cables?
Dangling Modifiers
The thing about Tuesday is that I've got my therapy session at 6pm. I spend the day processing submissions for our Buyer's Guide. I go through each Excel spreadsheet making sure things look the way they're supposed to. It's a tedious, generally unfulfilling, task. A task measured out in columns, rows, and cells. I have found no way to incorporate art or love. I transfer the tidied files from one folder on our server to another. Cut and paste. Control X, Control C. Kristina then collects the new file and transfers it to a Master spreadsheet. It is a strange kind of communication, this digital dance we do.
Hours of Humidity
Up at 9am. No shower, no shave. Coffee. I sat down on my orange couch, opened the laptop and got to it. One more day of "Recommended Components."
A Microwave Oven Named Paolo Conte
You're absolutely right, Christian: I do have the bug. I do! I'm not ashamed to admit it, though it does come as a small surprise. Next thing you know, I'll begin to wonder silly wonders:
Mucho Agua
I should have just slept here. It certainly would have been easier. And, of course, it would have saved me the commute. However, the thought of enormous roaches warming up against my thighs throughout the air conditioned evening kept me from crashing on JA's couch.