Oh yeah, and listen some more to the WATT/Puppy 8s, so I can turn my review in on time. Honest.
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I'm on deadline, so of course all I can think about is dinner. Think I'll go upstairs and start some chhole cooking, steam up a bunch of brown basmati rice, and mix up a raita—think I'll add some fresh mint, cilantro, and a chopped, drained tomato to that last 'un.
I'm still surprised whenever approached by some faithless audiophile — hair thinning, ears sagging, belly bulging — and asked (seriously): "Do you think there's any hope for our industry?"
How do I answer a question like this? Do I cite statistics, pull pie charts out of my hat, sing of the iPod, speak of love? I mean, who do I look like, The Incredible Kreskin? The Amazing Randi? Whitney Houston?
When they ask, so unapologetically, so apocalyptically, so Al-Anonically:
Do you
think
we will
sur
vive?
I really just want to say: "…
Robert Love gives us some historical perspective on non-factual "news." My favorite bit comes from his report of a 1903 Washington Post article on the unreliability of news garnered by remote stringers.
These are just the sub-heads of the story:
"Pope has died 25 times in five years
"Yellowness across the sea
"Americans outstripped in this kind of thing by English and German manufacturers—editors victims because reports are sometimes true—rivalry for news among oriental English dailies."
Huckleberry is ever vigilant, keeping my desktop 100% rodent free. And birds—no birds here!
Erik Bobeda is a full-time college student. With all sorts of debts and due dates and distractions, Erik Bobeda is also an audiophile.
Can you believe that? I can. It's true: Erik Bobeda is "a rare bird." But I see no reason why it should necessarily be that way.
Mr. Bobeda took the time to share some thoughts with us. In "An Open Letter to My Audiophile Elders," he discusses priorities and conveniences, and presents a call to action.
An Open Letter to My Audiophile Elders
I was flipping through the Sunday flyers the other day, having a look at the…