I remember linking to a similar site, but these are different, although equally fabulous, portraits. I find it easy to recognize these guys as members of the family.

No, I don't mean that we mens move our lips. Language warning: This articles contains stuff like, "We have an 'evolved cognitive predisposition to attribute states of mind to ourselves and others' that is also known as 'mind-reading.'"

I do believe in copyright and I do believe that creators deserve to benefit from their creations. However, very few works of literature remain popular even 20 years after their creation–and the current standard, recently extended by another 20 years, merely prevents legitimate uses, such as this case, where James Joyce's grandson is being pompous little pimple about who is "worthy" to write about his uncle.

They're selling cellphone frequencies to teens that confound adult teachers? Well, what frequency can <I>you</I> hear?

Today is a special Monday in <i>Stereophile</i> land. <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/wesphillips/061206ja/">Today is JA's birthday</a>. Happy birthday, JA. Today is also Kristina Roman's first day with us.

James Brown at B.B. Kings in New York on Friday night. Big semi-crazed shows, what they used to call <I>revues</I>, like the one Brown brought to town are fast becoming a lost art. The band featured three horns, three drummers, four female backup singers called Bittersweet (two black, two white) and four guitar players all of whom were killer and all of whom played in widely diverse styles.

When we were enthusing about Dr. John and the Lower 911's concert at <A HREF="http://blog.stereophile.com/he2006/">HE2006</A&gt;, John Atkinson exclaimed, "I can't believe he played a tango!"