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(Thanks, Larry!)

If you enter the terrace level (back doors), turn left to face the cafe entrance then look up two flights, you'll see this window. In this window is a giant KGE logo, then deeper in that same window is the reflection of our foyer skylight, hence the blue. And deeper still (so deep it's actually behind) is customer service. 

Do I still have everyone? It doesn't really matter because I just think this is a way cool photo. At least the shades of blue are way cool.

Those of you who read my blog regularly probably remember my favorite place for family outings - Conner Prairie (click on the tag below to see my other ramblings on the subject). It's a great place to spend fresh-air-time away from the TV without fighting the playground-crazies, plus I'm just a huge nerd. Opening Day was this past Saturday, marking my personal first day of spring.

I've posted pictures here before so I won't bore you with the hundreds more I've taken - but I did want to show this one. This farm house (c.1886) is in the section of the park known as Liberty Corner. The Photoshop effects are mine, but I'm not happy with the edges. If anyone has tips on "torn edges" that works for you, please send them over. I tried a few online tutorials with no luck, and I'd love to know how this is done.

And for those of you who thought the subject line was in reference to myself, shame on you.

I took these pictures a while back when one of our listening rooms was set up for listening comparisons between current Klipsch floorstanding and bookshelf speakers.

You know, there really is a cool factor to working here. The only way it might be cooler is if we also made chocolate.

This treat from Cloverhill Bakery was found in our vending machine. Coincidence, or strategically planned marketing gimmick? I mean, really, how many cinnamon rolls are you aware of that have "horn" in their name? And why would they? Well done, vending machine guy. Well done.

Saturday was a monumental day in the Life of Steven. Well, monumental to the two of us, anyway. But let me back up.

Once upon a time, a woman gave birth to a 9 lbs 2 oz baby boy. At every doctor visit thereafter, the boy was over the 97th percentile for height and weight. So by the time he was 5, he was the average size of a 9 year old.

What does this mean?  Well, besides the occasional looks of pity from strangers due to having a child that appears to be much older than he is behave like a boy his actual age, it means that sometimes his body is too big to do things he would otherwise be capable of doing. Example: The Monkey Bars. All of his much lighter friends have been able to navigate the bars for some time, while he could barely manage to hold his weight for two rungs. His upper body strength simply hadn't caught up to his size. Try and try as he did (with a lot of mulch stuck to his knees and hands), it always ended in the Big Drop while his friends would zip on by, right over his big ol' noggin.

Until Saturday. Sometimes he finds it annoying that I'm a shutterbug, but when I capture moments like this, I don't think he cares. On the contrary, I think he wants me to print this out and turn it into a mural on his bedroom wall. And I just might. It's right up there with his first steps, except this time, he is fully aware of his accomplishment and has learned the payoff of practice. That makes it so much better. 

On a side but related note on monumental achievements, Steven also let his first "F" bomb fly recently. Ah, memories like this just aren't made every day.

Maybe the drivers had cabinet fever.

Ta-da!

Happy First Day of Spring (tomorrow) Everyone!

Today begins March Madness. But I'm not going to talk about that. I'm not going to talk about how insanely competitive I get this time of year. And I'm not going to talk about how I secretly target one certain person in the office pool every year who I must beat... even if I come in second to last, it's just that important I beat this person. And I'm not going to talk about why, mainly because I have no idea. Maybe it's because he's a Purdue fan. Maybe it's because he knows way more about college basketball than a normal person should. Maybe it's because his last name is Klipsch. But no, I'm not going to talk about that. Bad idea.

Instead, I will show you this exciting stack of oranges, which is blocking out the much more popular chocolate marshmallow-y things behind it. I used to love oranges as a kid, but I rarely eat them any more. I pretty much regard them as a bad omen these days, like someone's about to get whacked. And yes, I have watched The Godfather way too many times, thankyouverymuch. 

Printed September 1960.  I was minus 10.

There's a lot of equipment in this building I would never trust myself with, mostly because I enjoy having all my digits. This is one of them. But the logo is way cool.

Stumbled upon these at Ritchey Woods over the weekend.  About fell over. In the mud.

I posted this photo a looooooong time ago...it's a trinket organizer for our engineering lab, but that's not important right now. What is important is that I learned a new Photoshop technique yesterday that has given me hours of endless joy. 

Click on the image to see the "Before" shot.

We have this old fashioned popcorn machine in our hoppin' Klipsch Café. Because let's face it, it is pretty much a circus around here.

I'm thinking 4 or 5 of these along a basement theater bar would look pretty snazzy.

Happy Birthday, Paul! Your legacy lives on. And on. And on...