Stuff That Makes Me Go Hmmmm

Stuff That Makes Me Go Hmmmm

Economist Richard Florida's 2002 article, called "The Rise of the Creative Class: Why cities without gays and rock bands are losing the economic development race." Basically, Florida argues that "lifestyle amenities" like a cultural scene and diversity makes some cities more attractive to creative people who build economically successful enterprises than other cities that lack these features. Fine, I accept this, especially since Florida bolsters his arguments with impressive charts and metrics. I should also add that the "lifestyle amenities" argument is taken very seriously by cities like Sioux Falls, where JA & I were told that the addition of an arts center helped the local industries and hospitals attract quality personnel away from major metropoli.

Fun evening with David Wilson and his new speakers

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One of our local, high end retailers (Ne Plus Ultra) put on a demo of David Wilson's new Alexandria and Duette loudspeakers this evening, with Wilson discussing his thoughts on loudspeakers and audio.

I won't make this a long, drawn-out post on the whole evening, but a couple of things that I found noteworthy are:

Audrey Hepburn was thin too, beautifully so.

Since I enjoy the pleasant luxury of ignoring DUP's posts, I can only suppose how this "thin issue" discussion began. I didn't notice the page count, and so far I've been too busy to give much attention to this month's content, but I couldn't be happier with what I have given attention to.

The letters always come first for me. I found myself making mental notes structuring a rebuttal to Rick Lee's somewhat disjointed comments on Larry Borden's "Truth vs. Beauty" only to forget them on seeing that Mr. Borden had done the job for me. Good show.

Jersey City Love Songs

Jersey City Love Songs

On the corner of Monmouth and Third, in the parking lot of the Genesis Educational Center, <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=317+Third+Street,+Jersey+City,+… the blood lines erase the color lines</a>, a drummer needs practice. I wasn't expecting this. It might interfere with our listening session. The bad beats are hopping into my third floor window and making themselves comfortable, crowding the sweet spot. The singer, it seems, needs practice, too. And is that a preacher hollering the gospel, or a drunk abusing his wife? Around here, one can never be certain. Perhaps it's both...

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