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Sometimes, I feel as though I use a lot of words to say nothing at all.
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Tris McCall
<i><b>I'm Assuming You're All In Bands: Tris McCall in Brooklyn</i></b><br>
Jersey Beat Music
The Best Puffery Article Ever
Well, he couldn't call it that if it wasn't true, could he?
The Sultan's Elephant on the Road
I (well, Jeff Wong) linked to The Sultan's Elephant on Monday. Well, it turns out that it will be enacted in other cities throughout the summer. It will be in Antwerp, Belgium from July 6–9 and in Calais toward the end of September. Le Havre gets it in late October.
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Words, Words, Words
Nancy Friedman at <A HREF="http://nancyfriedman.typepad.com/away_with_words/"><I>Away With Words</I></A> guides us to the Coleman Partners website for a well-written essay called "Marketing & the English Language: A Guide to Better Communication," which is worth reading. Ms. Friedman does warn that the site's design is too clever by half, so you'll have to click on the external link, then click "Explain," and the click "Logical" to get to the "off-white papers," of which there are at present, just the one.
Making Stuff Invisible
Well, only stuff that's a fraction of a millimeter square and only for one ten thousand millionth of a second—but that's a start.
Science Marches On
<I>The Canadian Medical Association Journal</I> publishes "Acquired growth hormone deficiency and hypogonadotropic hypogonadism in a subject with repeated head trauma, or Tintin goes to the neurologist." Mmm hmmm.
Big Fat Tyres and Everything
The Seventies. That ancient lost era, that musical wasteland, the decade everyone (who doesn't know music) likes to rag on, continues to supply Madison Avenue with new and exciting fodder.
The Booger Waltz
Walking to the train this morning I saw a woman who was a dead ringer for Sara Carter, wife of A.P. Carter, whose leaving to marry A.P.'s cousin Coy torpedoed the famous Carter Family.
Swoosh and Whir
The fax machine is singing its song. Beep bloop beep bloop bleep beep beep. And bloop. It goes on and on. Kristina feeds the machine and the machine eats, requests for verification on pricing and availability of amps and speakers, tonearms and cartridges, accessories and racks and so much more. "Recommended Components" is singing its song. Swoosh and whir.