Wes Phillips

A site dedicated to the BBC's Old Radio Broadcasting Equipment an Memories. Lots of microphone porn—and lots of other audio-related goodness.

I grew up in the South and I cannot pronounce "pen" and "pin" so they are distinguishable. I showed Ms Ph.D. in Linguistics this article and said, "See, my dialect isn't weird after all."

Speaking at the Music 2.0 conference in Los Angeles on February 23, Yahoo Music's general manager Dave Goldberg startled listeners with a statement probably never previously heard from the head of a for-pay digital music service: Lay off the DRM.

Years ago, I uncovered a piece of my father's secret soul. Hidden in the back of a closet was a treasure trove I'd give anything to possess today. It was my father's stash of mementos from his service in the Eighth Air Force during WWII: his A-2 leather and lamb's-wool flight jacket, a silk scarf with a detailed topographic map of his Theater of Operations imprinted on it, his "50 mission hat" (an Air Corps-lid with the shaping frame removed, carefully crumpled through the middle so that every mother's son would know he was no FNG), his ruptured duck, and, thrust in one pocket, his old headsets&mdash;a pair of Bakelite earpieces held together with a leather-covered steel strap. They were funky-looking cans, but to me, they spoke of all of the nobility and courage displayed by the boys who flew over Fortress Europe. I don't actually remember ever plugging them <I>into</I> anything, but I sure wore them for years in every fantasy situation, from plucky French underground guerrilla to Wes Phillips <I>Space Raaaangerrr!</I>

Now there's a term you don't hear every day.As Dave Barry says, it would be a good name for a rock band (WBAGNFARB).

I'm linking to this particular day's posting because it's so clear and well argued, but this insider's animation blog is a constant joy.

Pinky and the Brain present <I>The parts of the brain</I>.