It's safe to assume that Bose held a press conference today. In fact, I know they did. I did not, however, attend. Walking these New York City streets is almost as much. The advertisements for their in-ear headphones are nearly unavoidable. The mailroom guy has seen them, your girlfriend's sister-in-law has seen them, your grandma's seen them, everybody's seen them. And, of course, they've not only infiltrated our great city, but have hit several other markets, worldwide. I forget the dollar amount they've dropped on advertising, but it's something absolutely ludicrous, as…
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Bagheera has decided that the roasting pan makes a dandy command bridge for managing kitchen operations.
Think about it, if you reduce the noise caused by airplanes, what else are you reducing—or enhancing?
Tom Watson picks the greatest cover versions of rock'n'roll and comes up with Patti Smith's "Gloria." Interesting choice. I might have gone with "Respect," myself.
But Smith's "Gloria" is incantatory and mesmerizing—and filled with genuine r'n'r passion, so on the day she's inducted into the Rock Hall of Fame, I'll give her props on that one.
In 1979, IIRC, I saw Smith at Portland's Paramount Theater. She ended her set with "Gloria," as usual, but she took it perhaps a bit too far into unknown territory. The other band members eventually left the stage, leaving Ms. Smith by…
Try to wrap your mind around the stats involving Toxoplasma gondii. The parasite makes rats seek cats, but is it also altering the cultures of entire nations? Skewing the sex ratios of affected populations? Doubling the chances of traffic accidents?
That's just too weird to be true. Isn't it?
Rats—like people—experience metacognition. To paraphrase Clint Eastwood, a rat's smart enough to know its own limitations.
Am I the only one amused by the fact that this was determined by a multiple-choice test?
During January's CES, John Atkinson and I attended a Furman Sound press briefing, where we became acquainted with the company's new line of power conditioners.
I enjoyed listening to Furman's Garth Powell discuss the importance of pure AC. I wrote:
He's as intense as some of the most beautiful music we've heard at the show, sharing his ideas with a conviction appropriate for song, and punctuating his lyrics with a clap of the hands and a fist into palm: "When that power comes through," he says, "BAM!"
And now I've just quoted myself. I'm not sure what…