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Google has rebuffed my advances and shown me more screens, but I remain entranced as the globe turns, revealing the intricate web of the company’s worldwide power. And suddenly, I see my server farm: a tiny dot in northwestern California, embedded in a mesh of electronic neurons. Google may not have a heart, but its brain is breathtaking.
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JULY 2006
Life After the Death of Jazz
The sound you hear over the bellyaching of purists is jazz’s fresh new blend
Life After the Death of Jazz
The sound you hear over the bellyaching of purists is jazz’s fresh new blend
