And my guitar playing will still blow.
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Well, the last time I was in Peru, I bought a piece of eight because I heard that's what Brian May uses as a pick—but that was only 400 years old and only cost about $4. These picks, made from meteorites, are 4.5 billion years old and cost over $100.
From Stereophile writer Fred Mills:
Tom Waits tickets for the August 2nd show at the Thomas Wolfe Auditorium in Asheville, NC sold out in 15 minutes. Waits publicist Tresa Redburn tells me the Atlanta date sold out in less than half hour.
"Yours truly was on-line hacking away at the Ticketmaster site," Mills said today, taking a break from pressure washing moss from the roof of his home in Asheville.
He also mentioned that a pair of tickets for the Chicago show went on eBay and someone who couldn’t wait for the auction, used the "Buy Now" function and bought them for $1500.00. I scanned…
Researchers at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine estimate that the human eye transmits visual data at more or less the rate of an Ethernet connection.
Maybe we do have the technology to rebuild Colonel Austin.
I'm not surprised at studies' conclusion that a committed relationship and a social network are more crucial to happiness than wealth. No, I'm gobsmacked that there's a field called "happiness research."
But I might make an exception for the unedited scroll of On the Road.
Via Blog of a Bookslut.
What can I say about cables?
Not so much, really, other than:
You need them.
That's about all I've got, folks. You need them to get the music from the amplifier to the speakers. Pretty magical, if you think about it. But no more magical than getting all that music on a little silver disc (or a big black one) in the first place. And no more magical than getting some transducers and whatnot to push air around and create sound. And probably a little less magical than, say, five large dragonflies dressed in green and gold, wings like oil spots in the sunshine, zipping…
As a writer, I agree wholeheartedly. It's the word that causes all the trouble, not that, as a writer, I know much about dollars.
Aww, ain't they cute?
Not as sweet as they look—both Huckleberry and Bagheera think the new chair belongs to them individually. They're not cuddling, they're trying to outwait the competition.