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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…
So I'm sitting in traffic on MOPAC, the north/south expressway in Austin, listening to Willie Nile sing "Streets of New York," a tune that can be thought of as his "Jungleland" from his latest album, Streets of New York, on the CD player of my rented Jeep Liberty.
Not sure exactly what that really means, something about New York vs. Austin in my mind I guess, but then my mind is again the SXSW groove so anything is possible.
Yes, it's South By Southwest time and Austin is again a traffic–clogged hive of music and the music business. I've seen two classic interviews, Emmylou…
No, it's full of holes: specifically quarks and gluons. The Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC) in Upton, NY is "re-creating the opening microseconds of the universe's existence."
I've known that lie detectors are far from reliable for years, but I never realized that our faith in them was a distinctly American trait.
Here's a good example of why it is sometimes better to only know a writer through his writing.