Amy's Blog

Apologies for the light posting lately. It has been a week dominated by a teeny tiny microscopic bug that wormed its way into my household and our bodies, reeking havoc along the way. Little jerk.

With the recent release of The Runaways movie (for which Klipsch has been a sponsor), I offed up during meeting that I'm a huge Joan Jett fan. I loved her so much when I was in junior high that I wanted to be her, but my mom would never let me wear that much eye liner.

So what did I find on my desk the very next day, left by an anonymous gremlin? This autographed album. Another reason why I love working here. 

Put another dime dollar in the jukebox, baby!

This was taken last summer while our engineers were running curves on some subwoofers. I still find it funny that we do this outside - seems primitive amidst all this technology, but I've been convinced it's the best and most accurate way to measure low frequencies. Honestly.

I haven't done a "meet and greet" in awhile, and what better way to start up again than to introduce you to Michael here. I don't know a lot about his background since he works two flights of stairs away from me, but I do know he's an Indy native, can document a business process lickity-split, and runs like the wind blows. I see him from time to time in our gym, as I pass by the window of course, hard at work on the treadmill...training, training, training.

I've never understood this running thing. #1, it absolutely kills my knees. #2, it's running.

But some people really seem to like it, and I admire their stamina to do it. Michael just got back from running his first Boston Marathon, finishing 2217 out of 23,126. Not too shabby for a poly-sci major with an MBA.

Sorry for the late post today, folks. I spent the first half of the day chaperoning a pre-school field trip to Ray's Recycling Center in Whitestown, Indiana, and the second half of the day wrangling with a now-dead computer. 

I'm at home now, so it's time to step away from the electronics and attempt to be Super Mom. Or I'll settle for Pretty Good Mom. But I will leave you with a reminder: tomorrow is Earth Day, so don't forget to be responsible with your trash. There's a lot of it out there.

The kid lost two teeth last week. And along with the two teeth, he also lost his enthusiasm for the tooth fairy concept. No, he did not want to be visited at all by a stranger in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. No siree. He begged me to stop her at the front door and accompany her into his room. In no uncertain terms was I to leave her floating about our house by herself.

So that was cool, I can handle the appearance of adult teeth. I can even handle recycling tooth fairy dollars, since he's about as responsible as I am at keeping track of cash. Bad mommy, I know.

Speaking of, there just is no getting enough of the show "Cash Cab" in my house. He even has the intro down pat: "There are over 13 thousand cabs in New York City, but there is only one that pays you..." . He likes to shout out the answers that I say and claim them as his own. But what can you expect? Not very many 5 year olds know the main characters in "Clue" or the 21st President of the US. He also likes to make me play it when we are in the car, complete with blinking dome lights and mobile shout outs. He calls Grandma. But the questions are usually about Pixar movies.

Anyway, that's where the kid is now. A long way from pacifiers and Teletubbies.

The ultimate praise for the Khorn comes in the form of this classic, personal, and intimate piece of Klipsch history.

Arthur Fiedler, who led the Boston Pops orchestra for half a century, loved his Klipschorn. There. That's all you need. Now go buy one (or two).

Be sure to read the last line of the letter. Apparently Mr. Fiedler was a bit of a card.

Anyone recognize this?

Hope, Arkansas, 1953ish?

I'm having the most abysmal creative-void I've had in a long time. Is this what post-vacation is like?

So, to reflect my current mood, here you go. It's not very exciting...unless you pull it. But don't. You'll get in trouble.

Trust me.

From the archives...

Photos taken at 1995's dedication ceremony renaming the school of engineering at New Mexico State University after the man himself.

Which leads me to wonder....if I were to have something named after me, what would it be? Hmm. I'm thinking the couch at Discovery Station would be a worthy contender.     

A special thanks to Dee, Tony, and Iain for making my first day back from vacation a welcome one. It's gestures such as yours that make our forum community (and my job!) unique and just plain awesome. 

Sorry, no bikini clad beach-babes. I'm mean like that.

Just peeking in to say "hi." We're enjoying our time off, but it's going way too fast.

See you back at the grindstone Monday!

So far my week off feels a bit strange. Like every day is Saturday. But I think I'll be ok.

I miss my blog though, so I will post highlights when I actually have a highlight. Today was one... I spent a some time at Holliday Park in Indianapolis, which is a fantastic 94-acre city park that has been in existence since before my mother was born, but I have gone to exactly once in my nearly 40 years in this city. Shame on me.  

There are some ruins curiously placed at the entrance, shown here. Eager to absorb any culture I can get, I was compelled to research and found this pdf download (713 KB) about them. I'll let you read for yourself if you're curious, but I'll summarize by saying.... cool.

Quick post today since I'm wrapping things up in anticipation of my week (+ one day) away from this place. So from me and this little bunny, have a great Easter everyone!

P.S. If the title of my blog post made you think about beer, you must be at least as old as I am.