Here, wash out your ears with "The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy."

My problem with the Swiss Army Knife has always been that it was a pretty lousy <I>knife</I>&mdash;the steel used for blades was hard to sharpen and easy to dull. Back when you could still carry a knife when you traveled, I would carry the Tourist, which had a bottle opener, corkscrew, tweezers, toothpick, Phillips and flathead screwdrivers, and two useless blades.

As CES approaches, the e-mails and phone calls pour in. Though the temperature here in New York City remains in the mid-fifties, we're snowed under by invites to dinners, demos, and other assorted press events. We mark our calendars, make reservations, create itineraries. As it continues, I wish that all the talk and preparation would come to a sudden end. I wish we were there already, in Vegas, listening to music.

MLB caskets and urns for the, ahem, die-hard fan.

An audio dictionary.

We <I>need</I> these.

Jessica Duchen says, "Christmas is coming, decisions are being made over whether to splash out on an organic turkey, and Handel's Messiah is being reheated for its annual outings. With its stirring choruses and memorable melodies, it's no wonder that Messiah is still everyone's seasonal favourite, especially when performed in a style allegedly appropriate to the mid-18th century. But just as consumers of supposedly organic food can be misled, so music-lovers, dazzled by displays of "superior" knowledge, often swallow assurances that they're hearing a historically correct performance when they manifestly aren't."