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EVERYTHING With Them Is A Lie
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Always The Victim. Always A Grievance. ALWAYS.
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Polyptych (Yes Virginia, That’s A Word)
Let’s Start With Trump And Work Our Way Downward
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Staycation Begins!
For the next 9 days I don’t even have to think about work! And except for next Friday—when I have a cortisone injection scheduled for a trigger finger—I have nothing on my schedule!
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No Time To Explain, Just Get In!
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He Knows Exactly What He’s Doing Going Out Dressed Like That
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366 Days of UNF: May 25th
Congress Has To Get Rid Of Him
Congress has to get rid of him and pass legislation so it never happens again. No president has ever tried to buy a SCOTUS justice, but we never imagined we have Trump as a President.
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366 Days of UNF: May 24th
I Apologize in Advance
366 Days of UNF: May 23rd
Hi…
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Nostalgia
To be filed under: Things I Wish I’d Never Gotten Rid Of
Nostalgia is a part of getting old, right?
The Sony D-10 was the first second portable CD player I owned. (The first was a D-7, and let me tell you that digging up that model number numerous trips to the dusty memory banks in my head, not to mention copious Google searches until I stumbled upon it.) Bought new in 1986 from Jerry’s Audio (now a mere shell of it’s former self) in Tucson, it went everywhere with me even though this was several years before anti-skip technology and it did tend to lose its mind when jostled too hard. Even without that tech, it still worked surprisingly well when casually walking, but anything more strenuous would send it into a tailspin. This basically relegated it to desk use at work while I was busy creating architectural drawings.

And it wasn’t cheap—somewhere north of $300 ($850 in 2024 dollars) as I remember. But damn, it was awesome—and in my mind totally worth it.CDs were still relatively new and just beginning to catch on so was the tech. The unit itself was also heavy; no cheap molded plastic case here; solid metal all the way. It came with a custom rechargeable battery the size of a standard CD case that clipped on the bottom of the device and made connection via spring-loaded gold contacts. Chef’s kiss.
As the years progressed, the only thing that proved problematic was the headphone jack. (Kind of an important part, when you think about it, and in all honesty I may be confusing this with the D-7.) The only thing that kept it in place was the jack’s soldered electrical connection to the circuit board and with the constant jiggling of the headphones through ordinary use, they’d often crack from the strain and come loose. I don’t remember how many times I removed the bottom cover to resolder those joints during ownership. I even shelled out the bucks for the optional remote control and pop-in infrared receiver since I did have it connected to my main stereo more often than not.
I don’t remember the circumstances under which I finally let it go, but whenever I see one on eBay these days it brings a tear to my eye and I toy with the idea of replacing it, even with it’s known limitations. Unfortunately, fully four fifths of the units up for sale at any given time are marked as “not working/parts only” and those that are working—or god forbid have been properly refurbished—are priced higher than I’m willing to pay for nostalgia’s sake. So I admire them from afar and simply enjoy my much more contemporary vintage D-171 that I bought in the late 90s.
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Read A Goddamned Book!
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Castro Cop, 1979
Hypocrisy On Display
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I’ve Got You In My Sights…
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Fuck Republicans
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No. Lie. Detected.
Aliens Look At Us And Shake Their Heads
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The Call Is Coming From Within The House
If Anyone Should Be Flying The Flag Upside Down…
Boys Will Be Boys
Just Because
The Yeti Is Terrified
366 Days of UNF: May 22nd
Because I Think We Could All Use This
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