Our project room has turned into a mobile DJ console with the travelling baker and I swapping mp3 files via infrared transfer on our laptops. We're quite ok with each other's music tastes, cept my attempts to introduce him to Chinese pop (Faye Wong) failed miserably and Jose Feliciano doesn't thrill him. 36 hours of music or not, I've heard every song on his laptop already (and lots more than once).