Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ September 29, 2010 # 8 Comments
O coffee Sweet life-affirming elixir You are fine black, But better with cream And let us not speak of Sugar For like life, you are better with just a hint of bitterness, ye verily. * The role of muse who inspired this colossal work of wordsmithery was played by Scott.
Sir @ September 22, 2010 # 8 Comments
Empathy is my middle name (not really). I have the capacity to understand other people’s pain by virtue of having endured my own. That was more profound than this post deserves. There’s a first-year student in the lab doing an 8-week rotation in order to learn about what we do and how we do it [...]
Sir @ September 6, 2010 # 2 Comments
The Hungarian composer Franz Liszt once said, ‘In Hungary all native music, in its origin, is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance. Also, we’re all completely batshit crazy for paprika.’ Of all the recipes upon which my loving gaze has fallen over the years, none have caused more spice-related [...]