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Marvel at the ability of one cat to occupy an entire easy chair—while not-so-discretely screaming "look at me!"
None of those histrionics for Mistress Bagheera, thank you very much—she prefers to disappear, perched on top of her favorite toy and meditation aid.
Chris Anderson argues that niche markets are the new blockbuster—except that we don't have blockbusters any more.
Audiophiles are a good example of this. The actual number of LPs sold is quite small (compared to Brittny-sized sales figures), but record junkies are passionate and buy out of all proportion to their numbers.
The BBC's website has a daguerreotype of Constanze Mozart. Wow, a photo of Mozart's widow!
We catch up with Kristina to find that she's discovered Stereophile's "first and only pornographic publishing-foul."
First and only? Oh, the dramatic irony.
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I have been swamped these past few days with faxes. John Hurley, our publisher who I occasionally share popcorn with, asked me yesterday morning if I had spent the night near the fax; Last he had seen me, I was faxing. First thing this morning... I was still faxing. Needless to say, we have not had popcorn since, but the worst is over and our "Recommended Components" issue is in its earliest,…
In this digital life we’re all now living does it get any better than calling AOL and canceling an account? I hate to be Flashdance about this but—Oh, what a feeling!
Finally free from those bloodsuckers who’ve been automatically nicking my credit card for a decade! And for what? Their anti-Spam software that allows thousands of total scam foreign language fishing emails to flood in from Nigeria and Bolivia? Or is it the impossibility of finding any AOL 800 numbers where you can talk to a live human on the AOL site? More likely it’s my valuable part in paying off the debt from one of the…
"Are your windows open?" sales manager Laura LoVecchio asked today.
"No, but they should be, I know."
"It's beautiful out."
Indeed, today may be the loveliest day New York City has seen this summer. The color of the sky, a pale blue, reminds me of the sky above Healdsburg. The touch of the air, so perfectly cool, reminds me of the air in San Francisco. And I've just now opened my window. The sound of 38th Street, a soft Friday evening whir, reminds me of the sound of the ocean in Carmel.
I'll go home tonight, sit on my orange couch, and look into the empty…
This blog has been taken over by the evil genius Huckleberry T. Cat and will no longer parrot the pro-human party line of Wes Phillips et al.
Power to the kitties and kibble for everyone!
Actually, due to a server move, blogs from the past week are being re-entered in the system, and will re-appear in the next few days.
So let get me this straight. Orrin Hatch, Republican senator from Utah, is one of the heavy hitters whose deluge of 11th hour phone calls not only springs music producer Dallas Austin out of a Dubai jail for coke possession, but it also helps to turn a four year jail sentence into a pardon?
It seems Austin and Hatch share a music attorney. Hatch has dreams of being Andy Williams or Barry Manilow. He's even made a handful of albums, all of which are available at www. Hatchmusic.com. He's also written lots of songs including "Put Your Hand Over Your Heart," "America Rocks!" and the title…
Stereophile's answer to Poppin' Fresh talks with Dr. John backstage at June's HE 2006 show in Los Angeles.