What the hell do I plan to say? In my everyday life here in the seething Apple, I end up running my mouth, ah, I mean interacting, on the…
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Starting this blog has made me feel almost the same way I did when Frank Sinatra died and I wrote in the pages of Stereophile that when I became a music writer, lo those many dark-haired days ago, I knew that someday I'd have to write a Francis Albert obit. When the blog craze first began to gallop, I knew intuitively that someday, I too would be sucked into the immediacy maw and be lured into venting my opinions, valuable or not, in the blogosphere.
It's hard for me to believe that all of today's sunshine will soon be replaced by clouds and rain. Then again, there's no reason to trust in whimsical April. The forecast calls for the sky to fall at about 6pm EST. Right now, at 4:55pm EST, the tall, brick buildings outside my window are blanketed in golden warmth. I'm usually not so in touch with the weather's hourly report, but there's a special circumstance keeping me curious.
And then: We're working on so much. Every day there's something new. This afternoon has handcuffed us with IRMA forms and shipping labels. Elizabeth is…
Mark Fleischmann sends us a cautionary link that argues that our immersion in the technological soup of bleeps, blips, and scattershot images is changing us from critters who think in words to ones that utilize pictures.
As thought provoking as the article is, I found the comments even more interesting.
Here's a sobering story about computer buying. [H] Consumer went to Best Buy, Circuit City, CompUSA, and Fry's Electronics to buy a computer and simply tells us what happened. The money quote: "Most retail sales people are simply not going to possess the necessary knowledge to correctly recommend or explain every nuance of a piece of hardware. Even if a sales rep has all that down, a greater skill is required from them: relating that 64-bit-Lightscribe-GeForce knowledge in a non-condescending, helpful way to someone who is unsure what his hardware needs even are. The potent combo of techie…
No dogs or philosophers allowed. Yes, they're ads, but they're very funny ads.
Locust Street is exploring 1956. Yesterday's post actually manages to connect Stockhausen to Clarence "Frogman" Henry. True, it's a chronological connection, but I guarantee that nobody will contrive an odder coupling in 2006. Great site, worth a regular visit.
Getcher Mobius strips, Klein bottles, and Costa surfaces here!
Some days just can't hold onto their hours. This day — Wednesday — has butterfingers. It feels as though only seconds ticked since I phoned Jon Iverson this morning. In fact, an entire day has gone by. People are walking out the door, saying "bye," without looking back. Meanwhile, I'd like to start from the beginning.
What happened between then and now?
Many things, I suppose. April's trees have sprinkled their tree pollens all over Madison Avenue. I've been sneezing like mad. The whites of my eyes have gone pink like the cherry blossoms on Orchard Street.
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RHIC creates mini-sized versions of the Big Bang. The results are perfectly surprising. Turns out, J. B. S. Haldane was right: The universe is not just stranger than we imagine, it's stranger than we can imagine.
The CEA has taken out ads in Capitol Hill papers that tell Congress to learn the difference between pirates and regular citizens employing fair use.
Via EFF Deep Links.
Oh yeah, while you're there Joe Citizen, you might want to sign the petition urging Congress to adopt a reasonable copyright stance rather than unquestioningly toeing the RIAA line.