May 2011 - Posts
Apologies for the light posting as of late, folks. I guess it's safe to say now, barring disaster, we are preparing to launch a new website next week. I've been working my hiney end off getting content loaded, since that's my job, which hasn't allowed much time for the fun side of what I do. Which is talk to y'all.
Before I head off to load some more product specs, I thought I'd leave you with a quick update on the kid. Feel like I haven't done that in a while. Suffice it to say that within the past several months (I would pinpoint it to college bowl season sometime), Steven has become a bona fide sports fanatic. And I don't say that lightly. It was like a switch went off. A million-watt "YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE SPORTS NOW" switch. And since he doesn't do anything half-assed, he's the most dedicated, obsessed, emotional sports fan I've ever seen. Which is saying A LOT. I come from a long line of nutcase sports fanatics. I guess that is redundant.
For example, he has completely forsaken SpongeBob for ESPN. 24/7. He'll watch the endless loop that is SportsCenter over and over and over. I wouldn't let him fill out a bracket for March Madness since he gets way to emotional when his teams lose, but he did follow along and fill in the brackets as the games ended. (He was much happier that way, and I give myself props for being a smart mom.) He keeps score during the NBA playoffs in a notepad, even designating a section called "The T-Mobile Halftime Report" with drawings of the announcers talking in mouth bubbles. Saying things like "I'm hungry." He knows all the players, and is starting to learn about the players past. I mean, what kind of sports fan doesn't know Michael Jordan or Reggie Miller? I do what I can.
When a major sporting event is not on, he watches soccer, lacross, water polo, gymnastics, track... men and womens. I've never seen anything like it. Thankfully, he loves to play sports as much as watch them. He's going to be difficult to keep up with as he gets older, I'm afraid.
So I will leave you now with this pic. I was roaming about my house over the weekend snapping iPod photos of the lovely flowers that have been blooming over the past couple weeks -- because I need girly-things in my life -- turned around, and low and behold, found this scene in my backyard.
It is titled: Basketballs in Bloom.
That's right kids, set your clocks... Pilgrimage time will be here before you know it! June 11th, 2011. You won't want to miss this one. Music, food, friends... and PRIZES. Oh, will there be prizes! Oh yeah, and audio equipment.
Trey is doing all the heavy lifting this year (well, every year), and has put together some great info for you guys. I'm providing all the handy dandy links right here, so you don't have to wander far. Enjoy!
(I would say "hope to see you there...." but I will be in New York for a family reunion. Next year?)
Info on the forum
Odd little video of Trey in the chamber
Live stream of the music festival
Blog posts about pilgrimages past
And hey, would someone please get a group shot this year??
I first heard this song a couple weeks ago on the radio. Since then, I have been unable to stop listening to it. This always happens to me...I need to learn how NOT to run a song completely into the ground. But so far, that hasn't happened. I just love this. It has an 80's vibe with a a touch of Cure-like anger. Plus it's about a lovesick drunk guy, which I find funny. Not funny ha-ha, but you know what I mean.
Airborne Toxic Event is the group. Check em out.
Nerds Historians like myself might find this note from PWK amusing. It was found along with this article about famous founders, dated 1955. Enjoy!
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Pioneering was Easy Then
(or was it?)
Two (2) items in the Philadelphia Inquirer this date, both advertisements, attract my attention. Alexander Graham Bell (Telephone) and James Crow (Old Crow Bourbon) were by any standards Pioneers, explorers, adventurers, inventors. Nostalgias of the past century glamorize these and others like them with an aura and glitter that prompt a sigh of “those were the days”. Pioneering was easy - - all you had to do was go in a new direction of which there were plenty, and have your head shot through by the arrow of a friendly Indian who mistook you for a cow, cow meat being tenderer than bison or the noble buck.
Pioneering was easy then. All you had to do was open up “new frontiers” of which there were plenty. Cut down beautiful and useful forests, dry up the land trying to grow corn instead of trees. Flimflam the investing farmers of their savings for a “Rail Road” to hawl their corn to market, and let them hold the bag by bankruptcy proceedings. It’s harder now; the forests have mostly been cut, the bankruptcy laws tightened, people are already all over the place. It’s really tough. To pioneer now you have to know all about atomic fision, mass garbage disposal, killing bugs in the water supply, child psychology for adults, traffic control, TV programming, supermarkets, and how-to-do-it-yourself-interior-decorating.
I was gearing up for kindergarten. As much as any kid can possible "gear up" for it, I suppose.
And here's what Klipsch looked like when I was!
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And today...as my own son wraps up his kindergarten year. How apropos.
I suppose we're a little better dressed these days, but man, did they look comfortable!
Get off the computer and tiptoe through some tulips, would ya??
I saw the Rolling Stones in Louisville, 1989. I was a sophomore in college, and the road trip seemed like a good idea at the time. Looking back, I guess it was. From what I remember.
I do remember these guys rocked. And they were old then. And now I'm old. And they still tour. Wow.
This is my favorite tune of theirs by a long shot. While the lyrics are patently depressing, the beat itself it great for treadmilling. I think I just made up a word.
Every spring I head down to Oliver Winery
in southern Indiana to celebrate the birthday of an old college buddy and reminisce about IU glory days. Every year, this friend samples way
too much wine and ends up barking orders at all of us in an effort to
coordinate a group photo. Which amuses me greatly.
My favorite part of the day, besides catching up on gossip, is the kids. There's a
surreal feeling to seeing the offspring of people I used to walk home with from the bars at 3
a.m. singing "Angel of the Morning," and playing games like Quarters and Bullsh*t until dawn. Especially considering these activities have slowly and reluctantly given way to singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and playing Candyland.