There are few simple pleasures more satisfying than running across some ironic little bit of news that means something only (or primarily) to you. Take, for example, this wonderful tidbit from Jay Nordlinger's New York Sun review of a New York Philharmonic performance of Handel's Messiah:
As Ms. Blythe was about to sing a recitative, a cell phone played the "Ode to Joy," loudly. Right spirit, wrong composer.
Steve, all I can say is that you should have copywrited this post.