First, I hoped to be finished by Friday evening. How nice it would have been to leave the office without an audio-related care in the world. When that proved impossible, I thought I might be able to knock it out over the weekend. But you know how that goes. (A guy's gotta do laundry. As I watched the clothes spin, my mind filled with images of silk-dome tweeters.) Of course, it would have felt good to insert the final period and click "save" before this morning came, but: no such luck. (There were dishes to wash. Drinking glasses morphed into power tubes, dinner…
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Check out the wild parrots of Brooklyn. Stop laughing—we have everything in this borough.
Here's some classic hi-fi literature. Be sure to read "Mad Goes Hi-Fi." Same as it ever was.
Via Jeff Wong.
Furinkan High School Kendo Club posts a spirited two-part attack on science fiction clichés. Erik Even's right that most of these are tired—but Joss Whedon has proven time and time again that a new spin can make even the lamest plot devices come alive. So add a codicil to all of these rules: "unless you are a genius."
Jeff Wong sends along this smokin' version of "Perdido" by the Duke Ellington band. About midway through, after some great solos by band stalwarts Jimmy Hamilton and Ray Nance, the camera pans back and we see Paul Gonsalves sound asleep on the bandstand, forcing Hamilton to cover Gonsalves' tenor sax solo.
Perfect!
On our daily rides, Jeff Wong and I have watched a few of these abandoned bikes disassembled part by part as they serve as donor bikes for urban scavengers. Ultimately, all that's left is a lock and a frame—or, sometimes, just part of a frame.
Riders, or the contracts laying out what rock groups require for their performances, can range from straight ahead to the ridiculous—as in Van Halen's famous "no brown M&Ms" clause. Iggy Pop's backline rider is intentionally hilarious.
Gosh, I love The Smoking Gun.
That's "roadie" as in cyclist. Decidedly non-PC and bound to offend folks who object to coarse language, but pretty funny for the rest of us.
After two weeks of riding into headwinds on the return leg of my daily rides, I love the concept of an "invisible hill."