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So, I was sitting at home on the orange couch, flipping through a recent issue of Dwell, pretending to think about the virtues of a green lifestyle, really just admiring the pretty pictures and the heavy stock, when I noticed something familiar. It was an ad. For a loudspeaker. A MartinLogan loudspeaker. And I was all like, WTF, man? I can't even remember the last time MartinLogan ran with us, Stereophile — a high-end audio magazine, a damn good (some would say "BEST EVER") high-end audio magazine — but here they are, running in this design magazine.
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The National Portrait Gallery does caricature. Its collection is incomplete though—no Jeff Wong. Yet.
Okay maybe Kate Moss wasn’t so far wrong.
Give Pete Doherty (Babyshambles) credit. Rock 'n' roll's latest self-destructive showoff—which don't get me wrong rock n roll needs at all times to stay healthily corrupt—has got charm. Some kind of powerful persona. A full-on case of bat those eyes, mumble that profanity, flash an impish grin rock pirate persuasion.
This week young Pete, whose been caught it seems like 20 times now for possession of every fun/evil substance known to man, was "spared" (according to the AP) time behind bars by a judge who felt jail would be "…
We stop to look into the long, long darkness.
And JA wonders:
Where
does it
go?
"It's a mystery," I reply.
We keep up with the rest of the blue and gray crowd, adding our footsteps to the dirty song. Transferring from the Time Square shuttle to the 1 train is no big deal. Getting off at 59th Street is as easy as being wrong. You'll climb the filthy stairs and step into the day, surrounded by glass towers and golden doors. You'll walk into the millionaire's hotel and be directed to the appropriate floor, where food and drink and news…
As Dave Barry points out, there apparently is something worse than driving while talking on a cellphone.