Shure's Chris Lyons explained that the new SE series of sound-isolating earphones will complement, rather than replace, the acclaimed E series models. While they use much of the same technology found in the E series, the new line will offer their own unique sonic signature, characterized by "a warmer overall sound," said Lyons.
A hundred honking horns rise from busy Madison Avenue to my window, interrupting the presentation. Lyons looks up from the SE210s and into my eyes.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" I say.
"Yes. What's going on out there?" he asks…
Huckleberry just looks calculating. Bagheera calculates a trajectory. For now, at least. First, a nice summation from The Independent. Then, follow the external link to Denis Dutton's conclusion that Barrington-Coupe's "I did it for love" defense just doesn't wash. His conclusion: "Based of a reading of her letters to critics and her radio interviews, it is my considered opinion that Joyce Hatto, in addition of being a lively, chirpy, witty, bright and positive person, was also a pathological liar."
Steve Jones on the "paradox of enrichment."
The Dave Brubeck Quartet hits one out of the park in this 1966 performance. The fabulous Eugene Wright looks completely out of place as the only band member without eye-wear.
BTW, Desmond always joked that he wanted to call his autobiography How Many of You Are There in the Quartet? The answer is obvious: all of them.
Brubeck - Take The 'A' Train - 1966
Uploaded by Yedi There's a nice interview with New Yorker editor Remnick in The Independent. As a writer, I suppose I should mention how much I identify with all kinds of questions of craft revealed here, but, really, what I most identified with was his anecdote about listening to Bob Dylan records and discovering T. S. Eliot and Rimbaud.
The Guardian has some further thoughts on "meh." All of which simply points out that Heideas was right when she said that the Simpsons are all about linguistics.
A tip of the hat to Nancy Friedman for pointing me towards the Heideas post.
Pascal Wyse sure loves musical innuendo.
Though I was doing my best to give passengers room to exit the train, I was hopelessly in the way. On some mornings, it's impossible to stand on the train and not be in the way. Everyone scrambles toward the open doors, as if departing this train, right now — right now! — means the world. The world. I think it's because I hate this, that I try to do the opposite. When it's my turn to depart, I move carefully and slowly, perhaps in some futile attempt to show others how gracefully done it can be. Fellow passengers, there is another way. Watch as I move through these doors with such ease…
