Guitar shops used to hold a special place in our heart. A space so full of promise and raw potential, they were the Aladdin's Caves of our youth. It's a dismal sign of growing old that today one can walk in and out of a guitar shop
and give barely a passing glance at all the shiny toys on display. When did this passion evaporate?
Similarly, walking along Tottenham Court Road, central London's equivalent of Akihabara (poor comparison), one's eyes are assaulted by window after window stuffed with silvery promise
, yet things
remains strangely unmoved. Have we really reached saturation point with gadgets and toys? All those buttons, screens and winking lights just say 'dust trap' to us these days, and as a result devices that fold, buzz, and gently glow no longer hold the attraction they once did. Of course, companies are still beavering away, creating dreamy
devices that are meant to drive us wild with desire. Yet somehow the spark has gone.
Some links. Small
houses. Windscreen galleries
(goes with these
, sort of) and the finest song
in the world. Maps of the world's subway
systems. Finally, a trio. Finding this
- best-of lists - reminded us of the original List Magazine
, which arrived and then vanished without a trace, and finally this
- a hipper version of a more established publication, although which one we know not.