Strange and Ironic Paraphernalia
We catch up with Kristina to find that she's discovered Stereophile's "first and only pornographic publishing-foul."
Stephen Mejias
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Budget-Priced
It's time to seal the brown boxes and send them back to the manufacturer. Tonight, I will be packing up the Ayre gear.
A Lifelong Pursuit
Today, the gentlest sunshine is replaced by relentless rain. The sound of great waves rising along rocky shores is replaced by jack hammers and angry street noise and other wasteful stupid, stupid shit.
Of Zest and Verve
Four Thursdays have powered up and cooled down since this year's Home Entertainment Show in Los Angeles, and I'm still reading the show reports. Beyond that, I'm enjoying them more and more. This is a good sign, I realize. I'm enjoying the reports more because they're making more sense to me. The language is becoming a part of me.
All in Bands
Sometimes, I feel as though I use a lot of words to say nothing at all.
Swoosh and Whir
The fax machine is singing its song. Beep bloop beep bloop bleep beep beep. And bloop. It goes on and on. Kristina feeds the machine and the machine eats, requests for verification on pricing and availability of amps and speakers, tonearms and cartridges, accessories and racks and so much more. "Recommended Components" is singing its song. Swoosh and whir.
Rearrange
"Don't stay too late," JA says, on his way out of the office.
Vagaries and Vicissitudes
It's interesting: A small change can make such a big difference. I wake up, force myself out of bed, walk into my living room, and stop to admire the so-slightly-revised layout. So slight, the revision is, but I love it. It just seems right. It seems
Tonal Balance and Deep Bass
As I mentioned yesterday, I had, for some time — long before acquiring a hi-fi, in fact — fought the idea of placing my couch against the rear wall of my living space. When I finally did, however, I found that things both looked and sounded different. And not only different, but: better. And I'm not confusing the two. So, what's up with this?
The Stereophile Jalapeno Pepper
I tried, so many times, to write a little something about the Stereophile pepper and golf-coins, but could never get the ideas to grow, could never get them to drop in the hole. See here how Kristina handles it, while kindly declining our CD case (and CDs, in general).
—SM
—SM