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Over the years, when it comes to P.E., audiophiles have appeared uneasy.
Behind the chainlink fence were our outdoor volleyball courts. The building in the back was our gym. The top floor had the actual gyms, while the lower floor held our locker rooms.
In Spring 1987, I had Ms. Adams for P.E., during 2nd period. Immediately following 2nd period, I actually had Ms. Adams for Homeroom. Our Homeroom was not in the gym; rather, it was in the main building.
Moreover, I was a Homeroom Rep. Thus, Ms. Adams would let me out of P.E. a couple minutes before the rest of the class. I would change out of my P.E. uniform, and meet Ms. Adams at the small office just outside of the girls' locker room. She wanted me to bring stuff to Homeroom, and start taking roll.
The girls would change out of their P.E. uniforms, and file out of their locker room. As they passed by, those who knew me would high-five me. Some of the girls would pat me on the head, shoulder, back, or even butt; and giggle, "Perv!"
Our P.E. uniforms, consisting of a reversible shirt and short shorts, were not cheap. You tried to make a set last the whole school year. At the beginning of sophomore year, you'd buy a new set. My freshman P.E. uniform set was kind of tattered, warped, faded, and had shrunk. Nevertheless, I kept it in my gym locker, as backup.
During that Spring 1987 semester, my friend Theresa also had P.E. (but a different class/teacher from Ms. Adams).
This photo is a different angle/perspective, of our outdoor volleyball courts and tennis courts. Behind the tennis courts was our muddy football field. In the distance, you can see San Francisco State.
One day, Ms.Adams' class was on the outdoor volleyball courts. Theresa's P.E. class was on the football field. Shortly after my class had finished stretching, and was starting to play volleyball, Theresa walked by, seeking me. From shoulder to knee, she was muddy on one side. She asked if I still had the backup P.E. uniform in my locker, which I did. She nonchalantly shrugged that it wasn't necessarily the mud: "I'm bleeding out the wazoo."
So Theresa walked with me into the boys' locker room. Nobody was in there. She flipped my old P.E. shirt from white to the plain red. Our mascot was the Indian. She mentioned that, since another high school (Wash) had an eagle as a mascot, "Our Indian needs a falcon or hawk!"
Theresa turned her back to me, removed her muddied P.E. shirt, and put on mine. I returned to the volleyball courts, while Theresa skipped to the girls' locker room, so she could change her shorts, and stash the soiled clothes.
After graduating from S.F. State in the mid-1990s, Theresa moved to Orange County, where most of her relatives lived.
In 2013, Theresa came up to the Bay for a couple of weeks. I hadn't seen her in years, and she and I went on a day trip to Santa Cruz. She yelled, "I forgot how cold the water is here!"
At this time, an audiophile from the San Fernando Valley, Cesar, had spotted the Totem Hawk, in my blog. Cesar reached out to me, and said that he had the Hawk, but just couldn't get it sound or perform right, in his room. After exhausting more attempts at trying to coax more out of the Hawk, he gave up, and replaced it.
Cesar has been reading these reviews of the Totem Forest Signature. He mentioned that, since his adult kids have moved out, he actually has space, for a Forest Signature. Like many others, he wanted to know how the Forest Signature and Hawk compare.
The Totem Hawk has boundless energy. Ironically, on popular music, this can be too much of a good thing. In fact, Cesar complained that he could never do long listening sessions with his Hawk. He'd get fatigued, and headaches could start.
The Hawk has a smaller footprint, than the Forest Signature. The Hawk sits on three "Claw" feet. You have to make sure, not to run or bump into the Hawk, and tip it over.
Because of the way the edges are sealed, they are very ugly, on the Hawk. They do not match the color, grain, or texture of the veneer. Theresa laughed, "Wow, who lined it with Bit O' Honey?"
If you come across used Totems, be aware that their edges, flat surfaces, and corners chip very easily. And these blemishes are very noticeable and ugly.
We threw lots of electronics and cables at the Hawk. One of the best was a system consisting of Simaudio's Andromeda CD player, P-8 preamp, and W-7 power amp. With the lively Andromeda setting the table, this was a bit too much for the Hawk.
Even more so than the Forest Signature, you are going to be tempted to use cables as tone controls for the Hawk. In general, looms from Cardas, Kimber, and XLO tamed the Hawk, better than Nordost, Synergistic Research, Tara Labs, and Wireworld.
Really educational, swapping the Hawk for the Forest Signature results in a significantly more stable sound. The FS exercises way more control over the imaging and energy. Not only is the FS less fatiguing, you don't have to work as hard, to "believe" what your system is putting out.
Because of the control the FS exerts over the bass, listeners often wonder where you've hidden the subwoofer. The Hawk does not go as deep, or with as much conviction.
When watching TV or movies, Theresa (who has seen and heard both Hawk and FS) appreciates the FS' "focus" of voices. She doesn't have to deal with the Hawk's "waviness" on voices. Theresa says that, overall, the Hawk "tries too hard to pump it up." In contrast, she says, the FS "lets it come naturally."
Since taking receipt of the FS, I hadn't thought of Totem's old Hawk. It was only when Cesar re-connected with me, and brought up the Hawk. Cesar chuckles, "All these audiophiles. They try to jump over each other, to see who can be the biggest hater. But your friends. They're not audiophiles. And they've always gotten to be with you and all the sports and food and music and audio."
Theresa is an interesting case. Her two brothers are significantly older than she is. They were born in Vietnam. But their parents had Theresa, here in the U.S. By the time I met Theresa in high school, her brothers were (a) still living at home, (b) deep into college, (c) working part-time, and (d) building up to move out. Since they had to go here and there, Theresa's brothers liked car audio. But they weren't averse to home audio. I was once over at Theresa's house, when her brothers didn't know what to do with a generic-looking black bookshelf speaker, which had four holes in the back. These were bi-wire sockets, which only accepted banana plugs. Little did I know then, that I would end up with Totems, which are bi-wireable.
The Hawk would actually perform better, if driven by Simaudio's smoother and less extended (up top) 750D.
The Forest Signature will fare better on Simaudio's older Andromeda, which sounds more alive, breathy, and sparkly, than the 750D.
Like the grasp of a bird of prey, the Simaudio W-7 grabs the FS' midrange, and doesn't let go. During that 1986-87 school year, Theresa was, out of my small number of close friends, our least-bad dancer. Regardless of amp, there's something really organized and propulsive about the FS, which turns any audiophile into a dancing machine.
Apparently, my spare P.E. uniform was not too big for Theresa. Yes, she did wash it, and return it to me.
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On move-in day, in September 1990, I met up with my friend Kim. Kim, in turn, had her girlfriends, Ngoc, Pauline, Quyen, and Tuyet come across campus, meet at her (Kim's) room. The six of us then ate dinner at Kim's dining hall.
I told them that, the next day, I needed to go into town, to pick up a few more items for my dorm room. Moreover, since I had left my swimwear in Honolulu (my second home), and had none in San Francisco (my primary home), I needed new swimwear for Santa Cruz.
The next day, well after lunch, the five girls met at my dorm room. From there, we went into town, all did shopping. But I hit some of the surf and clothing shops. You explained to look for trunks' mesh lining. But you primarily wanted board shorts, which were worn over underwear.
Quyen knew that my family was from Hawaii, so she picked my brain about women's swimwear. Pauline put her foot down, and declared that she wanted a bikini (as opposed to a one-piece). But we were getting hungry, and had to head back to campus for dinner.
No problem; the next day, the six of us went back into town, and did a bikini haul. You sported a quizzical look: "Why were the five girls so comfortable being naked in front of each other?" But then you learned that, first of all, Ngoc and Quyen were both friends AND roommates. And then, the five had repeatedly used the East Field's gym and swimming pool. There, just like the men's locker room, the women's locker room had communal showers.
During this bikini haul, you realized that you needed to step back, from the audio magazines' reviews of loudspeakers. They did a very poor job, of stating that speakers did not exist in a vacuum. Speakers were at the mercy of (a) the room, and (b) the system. Ever since then, whenever you have reviewed a speaker, you have gone to great lengths, to set it up in multiple rooms, and throw as many electronics and cables at it. This is exactly what, for the past 10 years, my friends have been doing with the four pairs of Totem Forest Signature we have lived with.
Tuyet lived the closest to me. Indeed, during that 1990-91 school year, I spent more one-on-one time with her, than with anyone else. Our dorms were coed, so the bathrooms did not have any urinals. We used to have three toilet stalls. If you didn't want to be next to anyone, you avoided the middle stall.
An art major specializing in drawing, Tuyet was unfiltered, and had interesting access to, and perceptions of, subjects. You and Tuyet occupied adjacent stalls. Since you had just done a bikini haul, Tuyet then came out and said that she hated bras. She was miffed that, as a guy, you could freely go around without a shirt. But she, as a girl, was not "allowed" to go topless. The more time you spent with Tuyet, the more you heard her say things like, "I'm not asking you to solve my problems. I just need someone to vent to," "Make yourself useful," "You can be told and instructed. But sometimes, you don't know, until you try," and "Arguments can split people up. But sometimes, after an argument, you actually become better friends."
When it came to conventional loudspeakers, audiophiles pushed B&W, Thiel, and Vandersteen. But after spending time with Tuyet, who was a huge fan of "modern rock," you were open to Epos, NHT, and Totem being better for your rooms, budgets, timelines, and tastes.
This photo lies. The Santa Cruz sand was dark, not white.
You instructed Kim, Ngoc, Pauline, Quyen, and Tuyet to hand wash their swimwear (new or old) in cold water with mild detergent. Then hang them to dry.
Classes hadn't started, when the six of you hit the beaches. Kim and Tuyet were excited, to have you, a guy. You see, Kim and Tuyet greatly preferred having a guy (as opposed to another girl) rub sunscreen on them.
What's often not said is that, when you leave the beach, you may be tired, sweaty, sore, salty, itchy, dirty, crusty, and even bloody.
Everyone got back to campus, and dispersed to her respective dorm. But Tuyet had you go with her, to her dorm. Since you were a guy (i.e., not a girl), she used the "Make yourself useful" command, and really really really wanted you to wash her hair and scrub her down.
You were grateful and deeply appreciative of Tuyet's honesty. Art major or not, she said something like, "When I see a naked man, of course I'm checking him out. But you know what? In some strange way, that makes me appreciate ALL of him."
As an audiophile, you were stoked, to try, for example, a new speaker. Of course you were checking it out. But in many ways, that made you appreciate (not necessarily like) all the other speakers.
If you go back to these dorm bathrooms, the outer curtain has been replaced with a hard-panel locking door. Unlike our era, today's friend or dorm neighbor just can't go in and out, while you are in the shower.
Yes, readers want to know how the Totem Forest Signature compares to others. And that is really how readers get to know what said speaker might sound like, in a similar environment.
But audiophiles have been clamoring (and that's putting it mildly) for more about the Kimber Naked interconnect. That product has been making the rounds, so that my friends can use it with a wide variety of gear. In time, we will write more about the Kimber Naked.
A little toe in will help focus.
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Human rights. US government/agent stop torturing me (a tax payer and a citizen). Stop using sonic weapon.
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