||[Sep. 16th, 2001|01:37 am]
The Veritable TechNinja
|||||Nerf Herder - Nosering Girl||]|
I just spent all day in the house of Tom Houghton, drinking coffee and Budweiser, and smoking cigarettes. We talked about everything from theosophy to 60s Le Mans racers. The guy who I ordered my speaker cables from. He used to own nine stores, now he operates out of his home, basically doing nothing but making profit from what's essentially company at his place. This guy hangs out with guys like Roger Skoff and Mark Levinson. The guy singlehandedly got Spica going. And he lives in a dump off of 696. Wisdom planar magnetic speakers with such immaculate design that metallurgists were hired to design the bolts and screws to put in it, sitting on top of spike-bottom stands that probably cost more than my CD player. Let's put it this way: about 20 feet of XLO Signature 5.1 speaker cabling. Shit sells for like $380 a foot. In a dump. The man is infinitely wise, but he's got some priority issues. You've got to be kind of nuts to get in to hi-fi in the first place, but is this what I'm headed for? Too much to talk about, too much to think about. I spent the next half hour at the Denny's up the street in contemplation, the waiter waved his hand in front of my face and I barely blinked. I realized all the other crap in my life more important than copper wires was waiting for me, and I got home too late to catch up. I should have come home.