Reviews are planned in excess of 3-6 months ahead of the publish date, for most paper based publications. It is simply not possible to do things any other way. It is no less a long term planning task than complex manufactured goods. With regard to final delivery dates, that is.
Regardless, it is the job of a magazine of such a nature, to entice people. Not to buy, but to dream. To look at the lurid end of desire in the self. It’s the same for any other product range and type. Automobiles being one of the prime examples. Computers, gaming, now VR, even..has it’s own ’dream and yearning’ publications, where the unavailable or expensive gets reviewed and talked about. Home theater has projectors and processors, boating has it’s yachts, and so on. Guns rags review expensive and exotic weapons. Guitar magazines, the same (in their respective areas). Make up and self care, again, expensive treatments, oddities, experience potentials and upcoming technologies for enhancing health or altering appearances of the given person, all the same.
If mouse keeping and collecting became a thing, a mouse magazine would arise that reviews and talks about expensive mouse associated things. Exotic, rare and perfected $20,000 mice! Thousand dollar hamster wheels! It’s just the way the world is.
Why make notice of Stereophile? Complaining about or making negative notice of Stereophile or any print magazine, would be like complaining abut the world being a thing. The magazine is just fine, it fits in the middle of the norm of expected and extant human reality ~just fine~.
You are stirring the pot for absolutely f-all, Eric... and be aware, it is YOU that has issues.
A health hint for some: Consider not releasing one’s own offal into one’s own meal space. It’s killing the chances of one obtaining one’s own clean functional food. It takes time to pollute one’s own meal space, it takes time for the damage to show, so one is advised to stop doing it. this.. so the accumulated damage, over time, does not remove the possibility for one’s further meals. As the smell and damage wafts about and causes more participants to exit the very area that feeds one's desires and what one covets to actually exist --- in a given potential meal time.
Regardless, it is the job of a magazine of such a nature, to entice people. Not to buy, but to dream. To look at the lurid end of desire in the self. It’s the same for any other product range and type. Automobiles being one of the prime examples. Computers, gaming, now VR, even..has it’s own ’dream and yearning’ publications, where the unavailable or expensive gets reviewed and talked about. Home theater has projectors and processors, boating has it’s yachts, and so on. Guns rags review expensive and exotic weapons. Guitar magazines, the same (in their respective areas). Make up and self care, again, expensive treatments, oddities, experience potentials and upcoming technologies for enhancing health or altering appearances of the given person, all the same.
If mouse keeping and collecting became a thing, a mouse magazine would arise that reviews and talks about expensive mouse associated things. Exotic, rare and perfected $20,000 mice! Thousand dollar hamster wheels! It’s just the way the world is.
Why make notice of Stereophile? Complaining about or making negative notice of Stereophile or any print magazine, would be like complaining abut the world being a thing. The magazine is just fine, it fits in the middle of the norm of expected and extant human reality ~just fine~.
You are stirring the pot for absolutely f-all, Eric... and be aware, it is YOU that has issues.
A health hint for some: Consider not releasing one’s own offal into one’s own meal space. It’s killing the chances of one obtaining one’s own clean functional food. It takes time to pollute one’s own meal space, it takes time for the damage to show, so one is advised to stop doing it. this.. so the accumulated damage, over time, does not remove the possibility for one’s further meals. As the smell and damage wafts about and causes more participants to exit the very area that feeds one's desires and what one covets to actually exist --- in a given potential meal time.