No Sweeping Exits or Offstage Lines
I was thinking about it this morning, and yes: a blog is a terribly pretentious thing.
Nobody Somebody Nobody Knows
It's hard for me to believe that all of today's sunshine will soon be replaced by clouds and rain. Then again, there's no reason to trust in whimsical April. The forecast calls for the sky to fall at about 6pm EST. Right now, at 4:55pm EST, the tall, brick buildings outside my window are blanketed in golden warmth. I'm usually not so in touch with the weather's hourly report, but there's a special circumstance keeping me curious.
Noisy People
Nomad Crates
I received an interesting call today from a man named David Garrett in Atlanta, Georgia. David has 25 years of experience as an architect (in fact, he grew up in Highpoint, North Carolina—“Furniture Capital of the World”) and, for the last 13 years, has operated his own interior design company. He is aggressively and enthusiastically looking to change directions, however, and has recently started an LP rack business called Nomad Crates.
Not Even a Vague Idea
I was 22 years old, and had no idea that high-end audio existed. No idea at all.
Not Even Jesus
Here in the office, I am (like most jerks in the corporate world) constantly juggling several tasks at once. Sometimes these tasks seem to have absolutely nothing to do with one another, and nothing to do with the making of a magazine. So it goes. To keep everything from crashing down at my nervous, trembling feet, I scribble little reminders on yellow Post-it notes and stick them to everything around me: Post-it notes on my computer screen, Post-it notes on my telephone, Post-it notes on my calendar, Post-it notes on my stapler, etc.
Not Insignificant
I'm pretty happy with the way yesterday's">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/011006mothers/">yesterday's entry came out, but it didn't go the way I meant it to.
Not Not Fun!
On Friday, I promised myself that I would spend no more money on records until after the New Year. On Saturday, I found myself at Other">http://www.othermusic.com/">Other Music with three LPs in my hands. Gah! I brought them up to the counter, where the cute girl with the black hair was waiting. I felt despicable.
Not the Bee Gees, At All
"Are you listening to the Bee Gees over there, Stephen?"
Silly as it may seem, I take Elizabeth's question quite seriously: "No," I say, "But it does sound a bit like it, huh?"
"Um, yeah."
Silly as it may seem, I take Elizabeth's question quite seriously: "No," I say, "But it does sound a bit like it, huh?"
"Um, yeah."