Stephen Mejias

Check one and two, but you won't find any of three in my apartment. Unless, of course, you count Story of O&#151and you might. I like to think of it, however, as erotica. Then there's The Forty-Eight Ways. Is that porn? Nah, it's more of a manual. Takeout menus are few, and include: Wild Fusion (their green curry is delightful); Frank's Pizzeria (a large regular costs five bucks!); and La Conguita (their pernil asado reminds me of my grandma's). I don't keep a very large collection of Stereophile back issues at home, but I do have a few special issues on the bookshelf in my living room.

Erik Bobeda is a full-time college student. With all sorts of debts and due dates and distractions, Erik Bobeda is also an audiophile.

I'm still surprised whenever approached by some faithless audiophile — hair thinning, ears sagging, belly bulging — and asked (seriously): "Do you think there's any hope for our industry?"

Not too many people know this about him — not even his closest friends, not even his mother, not even his wife — but John Atkinson, editor of Stereophile, is a huge fan of The Fucking Champs. In fact, JA sent me this clip¹.

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 and finesse.