One more groovy ad for the road. This time we have our program management manager, Tom, in the role of Kilroy.
Another politically incorrect ad from the 2005 VMA awards. Thanks again to Professor "Vanna White" Thump for the lovely modeling work.
Ok, so it's not the 80's girl group, but rather last night's viewing of the Fishers Freedom Festival's fireworks. The day consisted of water-balloon fights, corn on the cob, bouncey-houses, games, games, games, and a chance to touch the Colt's Vince Lombardi trophy - which was actually my favorite part. Then there was the parade. An endless display of Corvettes, senior citizens racing around in cars or motorbikes much too small for them, and gymnast Samantha Pezek, Olympic silver medalist. Then there was the firework display. Steven's constant shrieks of ooooh's and aahhh's, neon glow ropes, and a banana. I'm not sure why, but I love that it is in this picture. So random.
January, 1957:
I just love these old ads. You can view a larger version on our Flickr page.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
A few weeks ago I mentioned Klipsch was going to hold an employee movie night to benefit the wonderful Make-A-Wish Foundation of Indiana. The money we raised was handed over this morning to Amy (center photo) from the foundation by the Movie-Night Committee. And I gotta tell you, helping make a wish come true for a child with a life threatening illness feels really good. If you haven't already, give it a try.
(Bonus: check out a beardless-Trey!)
"Knee-high by the 4th of July" is what they say about the speed at which the corn grows around here. Considering it is now waist-high, you could say it has been an unusually rainy and hot month of June. Thunderstorms have been frequent, including a bout with hail a few weeks ago that tore up my roof for the second time in three years. Not a day has gone by since June 2nd that Steven hasn't mentioned hail in some form or another. I think it made an impression on more than just my roof. And this past Friday night, a wicked lightening storm fried three of my DVD players, a TV, and a wireless router. Time to invest in some surge protection, I think!
In light of the recent damage, these storms are good for only one reason I can think of: I've always wanted to get a picture of lightning. Not for any particular reason, just to see if I could do it. It isn't easy, especially if you're trying to calm the fears of a little kid at the same time. After countless attempts (since I bought this camera, anyway), I finally have one I can live with. But that doesn't mean I'll stop trying for more. Because I'm a geek.
While most of us prefer the cool side of the pillow, cats seem to be partial to areas that generate a bit more heat. Exhibit A: these two felines appear to be enjoying the warmth of the vintage radio immensely...or maybe it's the vibe from the Khorns that's keeping them cozy. Either way, it doesn't look they want to go anywhere quickly after this photo shoot.
I wonder if PWK was a cat person?
In case you haven't been paying attention, we have been running a 4-part caption contest for the past couple weeks, launching part 2 this morning. We selected the winner of Image S4s from the first round Friday (to be contacted soon!). Round 2 ends July 6 - plenty of time to consult with a crazy uncle or neighbor on what your caption should read.
Remember, we want funny - not taglines! We actually do sit around a conference table and go over these one by one. It amuses us endlessly.
Submit your entry here.
Good luck!
Summer begins on Sunday. We're expecting to see a high today of 92, with about 70% humidity. My sister, Sarah, is heading to the Phish concert at Verizon Wireless Music Center, so I must get a plug in to tell her to have fun with that - I hope the usual crowd makes an exception today and wears deodorant!
I generally do not fare well in this weather - unless I'm in the mood to be grumpy at everyone around me. Which I can't imagine why I would be. There isn't much that will get me out for an extended period of time unless it's water-related. There is a notable exception, however: raspberry picking.
Let me back up... My childhood home, which is no longer standing, sat in the middle of a wooded 8-acre plot in what is now a very busy area of Carmel, Indiana - 116th and Rangeline Road, for those of you familiar. On the edge of our woods you'd find an enormous field next to railroad tracks (now the Monon Trail), lined with hundreds and hundreds of raspberry bushes. I looked forward every year to the buckets of berries we'd collect along that field and down the tracks. No matter how much mom or dad warned, I would always eat half of what I picked, ending up with a stomach ache later in the day. Of course, I would conveniently forget that part by the next year.
It didn't matter how hot it was, and it was usually oppressive - I would be out there for hours upon hours. And if those bushes actually still existed, I would probably be out there today.
So early every summer here at Klipsch, as I park along the woods that line our back parking lot, I keep an eye on the distinctive bushes, waiting for that quick burst of memories.
The photo below is now serving as a memorial to the ripe raspberries seen here. May they rest in peace.
There is one reason, and one reason only, why this classic 80's tune is a 5 star selection in my iTunes: Valley Girl. For a 13 year old girl growing up in a midwestern suburb, this was the coolest movie ever. Along with Footloose.
Fer sher!
June 11th was a big day for the Klipsch marketing department, with our first ever full page ad taken out in USA Today to coincide with the big TV signal switch. The focus was on our outstanding sounding and outstandingly priced HD Theater 500 system, but even more importantly, the ad featured our logo large and proud. I think we're saying that we're tired of people not knowing who we are. Should be a crime.
Our follow up ad should say "....it's pronounced 'Clip-shh!'"
If you have traveled through Hamilton Co. Indiana this month, you have likely seen a big orange and yellow mass in the sky. This semi-permanent fixture (through Halloween, anyway) is the latest attraction at one of my favorite places - Conner Prairie Settlement. Every time we drive by the circa 1859 hot air balloon, which is often, Steven shrieks about how much he wants to go up in it. Because he has become rather cautious in his old age, I could only figure that he wanted to take this risk because either (A) it is yellow, (B) he has no idea how high it goes, or (C) we just saw the movie "Up" and he thinks the experience will be like a Pixar movie.
But regardless of why, I was certain he wouldn't actually do it. So the weekend before last I called his bluff. He marched into the park with me, walked up to the balloon-ride ticket booth, gazed up at the enormous contraption, and with no fanfare or ruckus quickly turned around and said "I changed my mind, mommy."
No worries, we're Prairie geeks members, so I wasn't out any cash. I thought maybe we'd try again later. Sure enough, last Sunday he announced he was going to "really do it this time." We marched right back into the park, walked up to that ticket booth, and this time made it all the way into an odd, donut-looking metal balloon basket. I was trying to be nonchalant to keep from spooking him, even though frankly - being a balloon first-timer - I was a bit scared as well.
As soon as the balloonist latched the gate and announced it was time, I realized Steven was no longer at my side. I turned to find him swiftly marching right back to the exit door without one word to me. I managed to persuade him back, then sat him down on the floor so he couldn't see out (the basket wall was a solid three feet up before you could see over the edge through netting). The balloonist announced that it was going to be a bit bumpy for a few seconds, then I heard a loud, yet little, voice coming up from the floor saying, "I don't want to go up!!", which drew several uncomfortable chuckles from the other passengers. So I sat next to him and told him it would be fine.
Once we got over the first few bumps, it was a smooth and fast ride up 400 feet. You can see Steven's furrowed and worried brow during our ascent:
At full height, we finally convinced him to stand up and look around. And let me tell you, he was a changed little boy after he saw how everything looked like a miniture version of itself. It was a wonderous land of matchbox cars! He gleefully exclaimed he could see our house, and "grandma's house!," and "grandma's car!" - which of course we couldn't, but it was fun for him anyway.
It wasn't long before he was poking his head through the basket of the balloon. I'd say his fear had subsided.
When we finally touched down, the first thing he said as we walked away was "I wanna do that again!"
Sometimes all it takes is for someone to sit next to you and tell you everything will be all right. Along with no other choice.
Ok, so my blog title is tongue-in-cheek given the recent controversy over our new fan-section of the website. Couldn't resist.
These fine gentlemen from our forum (NOT scantily clad loose women who follow rock bands) gathered in Indianapolis over the weekend to celebrate their common love of music, speakers, and all things audio. I was able to spend some time with them briefly here at the office - always a pleasure - and I hear they had a lot of fun working the Broad Ripple Teen Arts and Music Festival on Saturday. I little birdie also told me these wild partiers whooped it up in recliners Saturday night, poking fun at some really old rockers before sawing logs themselves by 11pm. The times they are a changin'.
Side note: We hope to be able to hold the now quasi-annual official Pilgrimage next summer! Stay tuned...
I hope you hockey fans prepared for today's digital transition. Would be a shame to see nothing but snow where there should be ice.
I for one will be glad when the day is over so Tom and Melissa can stop talking smack and be friends again. And while they wear their hearts on their sleeves, I'm more passive when it comes to hockey. (Translation = I know who Wayne Gretsky is. Don't ask me anything else.)
But because I lived there for a brief moment in my personal history, I have to say....... GO WINGS!
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