There Is No Cat

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

When did New York become Riyadh?

Did you know that dancing was illegal in New York City? Me neither. (Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's still a good thing Laura takes her lessons here in New Jersey....) Four dancers and a dance organization are suing the city to change that. Three of them and one organization I never heard of, but I have met Meredith Stead, one of the four individual plaintiffs, when my wife and I took pre-wedding (and one post-wedding) dance lessons from her husband, John Knapp, at their Tribeca loft/studio. Meredith and John gave up teaching dance a year or so ago; Meredith is studying to be a lawyer. Now I know why.... (via WFMU's Beware the Blog.)

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Tuesday, August 2, 2005

Is it good? Is it bad? Is it free?

About a month ago, I posted that Tall Dwarfs were coming to America for the first time in thirteen years. In the comments, my lovely wife opined that the best of all the various and sundry songs by said combo was "Crush". (Personally, I have a different favorite, but I concede that Crush is pretty damned awesome.) Well, now WFMU, every hipster's favorite radio station/blog, in honor of their triumphant return, has posted an MP3 of the band playing "Crush" live in their studios on their last trip to these shores. Hie thee hence and snarf!

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What do you mean there is no cat?

"You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat."

- Albert Einstein, explaining radio