These streets remind me of other bad and unusual times. All the people, with the crazed looks in their eyes, rushing to get somewhere else. At least we are not covered in gray dust. At least it's not approaching 100 degrees. Instead, it is freezing. We're covered in cold and covered in frustration.
Because PATH trains to and from New Jersey are still running, my commute was only moderately influenced. At Grove Street, where I…
This might be the thing that lots of people have been waiting for. Very cool.
At last year's Home Entertainment Show, I went back to the Naim room over and over again. Just for fun. Their room was simple and modest, and all about the music. Every time I arrived, I was greeted only by a smile and a nod and a seat. I sat there and listened to entire albums. Their small n-SERIES setup produced lovely…
I've already totally blogged myself out today, but here's this poem that I just found, and fell in love with.
Is it okay to fall in love with a poem that you've only just met?
Yes, I think it's okay.
The poem is by David Berman of the Silver Jews. I found it while looking for an answer to Jim Tavegia's question, "Just exactly how challenged are we when we name music groups Silver Jews?"
"Silver Jews" never struck me as a particularly strange, or uninspired, band name — and I think Jim was only half-serious — but I figured I'd try to…
I'm not sure which is more disturbing, the product itself or the fact that there's a website called candyaddict.
Today, in Madison Avenue's vast emptiness, I was almost crippled by a mother bicycling her children to pre-school.