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I Know Exactly What He Means

Steve Jobs apparently hated the iPod's earbuds.

A Song for the Computer Age

Chorus: "Every computer crashes / 'cause every OS sucks."

The thing I like about lists like this—and the enthusiasts like me who devour them—is the way they serve as starting points for debate. Fer instance, I think Unforgiven is overrated, although I have a soft spot for Pale Rider, which most critics seem to feel was second-rate Eastwood.

CES—the Calm Before the Storm

As more than 100,000 visitors fly in to Las Vegas for the 2006 Consumer Electronics Show, I thought I'd post this shot of an empty Alexis Park Hotel, home of the high-end audio exhibits, on the last day of the 2005 Show. Tomorrow, this joint will be jumping!

Heart Race

Feel my heart
race now
almost as it does
when we kiss.

"Ladies and gentleman: our flight attendants will be returning with drinks in just a moment..."

The sudden announcement takes a crowbar to my gentle hold on soft, soft sleep. I don't much like flying.

How was the flight? The flight was long and uncomfortable. Sitting in the aisle seat — lucky number 13D — was good for getting knocked around every three seconds by a restless passenger stumbling towards the restroom. Restrooms are good for the restless. Good news is we didn't crash, we didn't get…

Science Gives Us the Answer!

It starts to rain: Do you run or walk?

A Unified Physics Theory

Not the you're thinking about, but one that explains how animals run, fly, and swim.

In Praise of Idleness

That Bertie Russell is my idea of a philosopher.

"Billboard"

Through a process that R. Luke Dubois has dubbed "time-lapse phongraphy," you can listen to all of Billboard's number one singles since 1958. Playing a "spectral average" of each piece, lasting one second for each week it charted, the 857 songs create a spacey collage.

It does not have a beat and you can't dance to it, but it's kind of fascinating.

Purple Mountains

It's amazing.

It really is; no kidding. Amazing to wake up and push back the curtains to see beyond the parking lot and beyond the Riviera billboard which begs, "Let Us Entertain You," and beyond Paradise Road to the 24-hour CVS and beyond the Hypnaughty shop (and we still haven't figured out what they sell or provide) and beyond all of the pink and yellow playfulness of the hotels and casinos — beyond all of that phoniness — to great, purple mountains.

I want to climb those mountains.

Oh oh oh, I'm lightning
Oh oh oh, I'm rain
Oh oh oh, it's frightening…