September 2008 - Posts
After typing the title of my blog, I had to chuckle for a second. It sounds like a game I might have made up as a kid. Starring Sylvester the Cat.
I taw this table of tested tweeters the other day, and although the photo itself is not remarkable, I do find it interesting that we still tag the samples in this manner. The tags themselves look like something from the 1960s. But I guess I can't think of a better way.
Thanks to those who emailed me about the latest on the dead thing in my attic. No, I haven't been able to find it, and yes, it still reeks. It must be in the corner of the house, right over Steven's room, because if I keep his door shut, it can be contained. Steven, aka "the Blender," bunked with me last night, which explains the bags under my eyes.
Because I'm coming down with a nasty cold thanks to the walking-virus I live with, who incidentally has been addressing me as "Amy" while I gently remind him "I am Mommy," which gets some funny looks in the grocery store, let me tell you...looks that say "You must be a kidnapper trying to pass off that child as your own," and because I had to come into work despite my ailment since my home internet connection has been down since Saturday, rendering me completely isolated from the civilized world, and because I couldn't stay in my house anyway since the unbelievably hideous stench from that mysterious thing who decided to die in my attic is now consuming my entire house, my blog today will be short and simple, and hopefully not too reflective of the mood I am in.
This is my All Time Favorite picture of Paul Klipsch. Not sure why, but I think it's stunning.
On my way into the office complex this morning, I noticed a semi-trailer loaded with NASCAR-looking cars parked at the Holiday Inn Express, having no clue if they were the real thing or not. Of course, all the boys here at work knew instantly that they were the real NASCAR cars, here in Indianapolis to do some tire testing at the track. And me without my camera. Side-tracked by a 9 am marketing meeting, I finally headed out at 10 to snap a photo, only to be disappointed by their departure. Foiled again!
However, I happened to notice these men, hard at work, precariously teetering on the edges of one of the three Pyramids. So my photo-op morning wasn't completely a wash. If you'll pardon the pun.
If anyone can chime in about what is going on in this picture, or where they could possibly be, please do so. I'm at a loss.
But oh, how I love the checkered coat. Almost as much as the 1950s upholstery.
This funny guy sits across the room from me...ideal positioning for Friday afternoon rubber band wars. While his duties here aren't always the most enjoyable--basically gathering essential information for marketing materials and managing projects--he does it all with a smile and weird sense of humor that rivals my own. What would you expect from a guy whose favorite movie is Christmas Vacation, and frequently quotes Caddyshack?
And I would never tell anyone (except the internet) that since his family owns Indianapolis-based Hurst Beans, he can sometimes score excellent parking passes for Colts games at the new Lucas Oil Stadium. But only pre-season games. And games against the Lions.
Here he is posing most creepily with his alter-ego, organist Leroy Lewis.
As most of you are aware, this company was founded on a desire by this man to listen to a live orchestra in his living room. With that desire came folded-horn technology and its implementation in the Klipschorn, shown here in the corner.
Paul appears to be demonstrating the Khorn with music from Don Gillis, along with some interesting looking equipment to the side. The display behind him shows the cover of High Fidelity Magazine, with a flyer titled "How to get Best Results from a Klipschorn."
You probably cannot tell from the small size photo posted here, but his tie is covered with a staff and musical notes in each circle. His way of saying "Have a Nice Day."
Yesterday I flipped my own personal calendar to another year, one that is looming ever so much closer to the big 4-0. It was a good day...cake, badminton, football on the tele (good thing I'm not a Colts fan), and we couldn't have asked for nicer weather. But something about it made me pause...more so than other years. Could it be because Steven's enrollment into kindergarten next fall is weighing heavily on my mind? How can he possibly be this close to getting on a school bus? Or is that my 20 year high school reunion is this Saturday? ...20 years... Or perhaps it's that I'm a over a month between hair coloring appointments and my roots are showing more gray than brown?
Not sure exactly, but my pause was just that, a pause, and I was reminded again that growing older is not such a bad thing. After all, you can still have contests to see whose tongue is bluer, no matter how old you are.
I love this picture of Paul, c.1955. Looks to me like he's about to call BS on someone.
I snapped this shot of a very shiny classic Pioneer receiver and turntable in Mark's office without even noticing the iPod docked into the iGroove HG behind it. A study in contrasts.
Photo of a very young Paul Klipsch sporting some classic golf attire, I'm guessing mid-1920s. I love the minimalist golf bag, although it's nothing like the ones I'm used to seeing.
I played golf once. 22 years ago.
I have no idea what it means, but I found this jar on my desk the other day, notifying me that I had been "beaned."
Those crazy engineers.
It does my heart good to hear that Paul was a dog-lover. From what we can gather (and when I say "we" I mean Jim Hunter, Klipsch Historian), he is shown here with his favorite dog, Lobo, Spanish for "wolf," who was likely adopted during the years Paul was maintaining electric locomotives in Chile.
Due to the unusual placement of palm trees in the snow, it is also likely this was taken at his mother's house in El Paso, Texas, shortly before taking an oil prospecting job in Houston, circa 1930s.
I cannot guarantee 100% the accuracy of the details above, but I can accurately say that he is wearing a fine-looking coat. Both Paul and Lobo.
Ever wonder what happens to woofers that don't pass muster? We find things for them to do. Like acting as make-shift Petri dishes for concocting homemade epoxy, for instance.
In these divisive political times, isn't it nice to be reminded that even the most competitive rivals can put their differences aside to enjoy each other's company as human beings with similar interests and senses of humor?
A lesson for us all.
Looking at this lovely piece of speaker art makes me want to take up whittling.
I'll be spending some time in the archive room this morning digging up some vintage photos for you guys. Stay tuned!
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