Field of Dreams

I Just Can't Imagine How It Would Be Possible

since skulls are so much harder than fingernails.

A Lesson in Noise Pollution Courtesy of the 60-Second Man

A typical early summer evening on Main Street in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, pop. 7,527 (2000 census), recorded June 22, 2008 at 6:50pm.

And now this, recorded 30 minutes earlier, when Main Street was closed to traffic due to downed trees.

Was That What I Think It Was?

Sunday, April 13 at 3pm
West Houston Street

Oh, Come Now

Certainly I can't be the first person to have noticed this.

Now I REALLY Don't Know How to Fill Out Those Forms

I'm referring to the forms that ask you to list your ethnicity. I usually put "Other," just to push us one nanometer closer to a post-racial society. And now I read in The Rest Is Noise, by Alex Ross, a confusing description of the music scene in New York during the 1920s and 30s, when "Jewish, African-American, and even Caucasian composers were working shoulder to shoulder, trading ideas, borrowing themes, plundering the past, and feeding off the present." Did I miss something?

Today Only

The 60-Second Man Gets It Done in 50 Seconds.

The Eli Interviews: March 14, 2008.

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