Right now, the sun is shining sweetly. This time yesterday, swirls of wild snow were racing from jaundiced skies. April is a desperate housewife.

Wouldn't you just know it. As soon as I decide on a formal regime of measurements to accompany Stereophile's loudspeaker reviews—see Vol.12 No.10, October 1989, p.166—along comes some hot new technology that changes everything. Robert Harley reported in last month's "Industry Update" column how impressed he and I were with the new MLSSA measurement system from DRA Laboratories.

Is the art of conversation really dead? Carlin Romano doesn't buy it, despite a few recent books that eulogize it.

Anybody can make humor out of a banana peel and a hapless schlub, but it take a genius of sorts to game theory funny.

My speakers haven't moved very far from where they first landed on the night that <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/111005may/">John DeVore visited Jersey City</a>. The Arros, after the Gibbons, found a similar home &#151; a comfortable spot, if nothing else, which works fine enough for me. It's a spot that allows me to walk into my bedroom easily, without having to brush up against a side wall or trip over any turncoat cable. A spot that appreciates symmetry and cleanliness and my apartment's obsession with order.

And it's not made by Acme, apparently.

Of course, if you have to explain it, it must not be that good.

Now I can get a computer case that makes my computer run quiet as a tomb&mdash;and makes it look like a Krell or ML33!