The ability of the F1 car to corner just staggers me.
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Take an F1 track and race a Fiat, Ferrari 360 Modena, and an F1 car for one lap. Who wins? Nah, let's make it interesting: Give the Fiat a 30-second head start over the Ferrari and don't even start the F1 until one minute and twenty-one seconds have passed. Yeah, same result, but a lot more interesting this way.
The Chicks' victory is nearly complete.
Let me add my voice to the growing chorus that's applauding the Dixie Chicks new album, Taking the Long Way, and its unrepentant stance against America's continuing drift, what Natalie Manes said about Bush and Nashville's pitifully small-minded crap. Make that the small-mindedness of the mainstream country music establishment and some—not all— of its fans.
The always smug Reba McEntire, who entirely made a fool of herself on the ACM award telecast by tweaking the Chicks can only dream of the kind of sales they’ve nailed down: 525,…
This mild-mannered bunch of classical guitarists had me wanting to jump up on my seat and curse my brains out.
While each member was clearly capable of daredevil guitar theatrics, the stunts were always held in check. The Los Angeles Guitar Quartet was all about the beauty of the song, as a whole. Tasteful and controlled, but wild and marvelous. They killed me. These guys kill them all. They kill The Fucking Champs.
I plopped down beside Jon Iverson, an excellent guitarist by most any standards (except maybe his own), and, shaking my head in awe, I spat out: "These…
Beck Hanson pokes his little pink head up and out from between a pair of Druids.
Call me on your way back home, dear, because I miss you.
It was dark and completely silent — silent — when I walked into the Zu room. I wondered if something was wrong. By the time I'd decided to take a seat in the comfortable couch, however, Ryan Adams was nearly in tears.
The Zu room was remarkably different from all other rooms I visited. Maybe it was the dim lighting that created the quiet mood. Showgoers were hushed; the space was as still as a library or a lecture hall or a…
New York restaurants organized by subway stop. I've been waiting for this since I moved here. Now, if it only included customer ratings . . . .
According to The Independent, at any rate. Myself, I'm not so sure I need to know how to buy a diamond, but 19 out of 20 ain't bad.
Huckleberry imitates a contemplative kitty. This only works with a still camera. Fact is, he put the me into meow.
Or maybe it's birds. But don't Mistress Bagheera put the purr into purrty?
Welcome to visitors from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
This article from Technology Review discusses a device marketed by Northstar Neuroscience that uses electric stimulation of the cerebral cortex to "enhance the brain's natural neuroplasty"—the ability of the brain to "reorganize" itself to effect repairs.
I used to work in an extended care facility, where, among other patients, we had many stroke victims who were re-learning to speak, use utensils, and perform other tasks they hadn't even thought about since childhood. It was obviously a long, hard slog, and frustrating as all get-out. Anything that can hasten that will be a mitzvah.
Myrna Blyth has a sweet reminiscence of the Beatles on the occasion of Sir Paul's 64th birthday.
Thanks to John Marks.