Where does the designation of "Audiophile" fit...


In the overall way you see Yourself? This has probably been asked before, so forgive me please if it is redundent. I actually started thinking about this after reading another thread here about the "typical Audiophile". It got me curious. Are You an Audiophile first and foremost, or does this distinction fall in place behind other badges you might wear. Parent? Professional? Volunteer? Maybe you would not even describe yourself as an Audiophile? Whatever the case may be, I am often suprised by what I read in these threads. I see people here as being extremely generous and friendly-sometimes unbelievably compassionate & funny, always very intelligent, beyond merely being well informed. I see myself as being fortunate to have such a resource.
timf
Stick me in a pidgeon hole, will'ya?! Have me crawlin' about with all that pidgeon shit?! Stuff me in a neat little box so you can check that off your list and know exactly where I stand...or rather crouch deeply in that contorted and painful position? Is that what you want Tim?! It's the ol' "Us" and "Them" game! Paint the world in shades of black and white! Well color me blue, with a crimson wash, and just a hint of gold! Y'aint gonna pin me down to no category, so your checks and balances please the upper management! No sir! Damned if I'll comply! You gotta wake up pretty early in the mornin' to pull that kind of crap on me ya'know. Well, if you get up around 8am you'll probably get away with a whole bunch of crap like that, but you don't know where I live, and it may take you a while to get to my house, and by then I'll be up and ready for you. HA! You and your kind can just stick to your A/B/A comparisons in your buddies basement listening room. Keep me out of it man. I ain't got no notes on graph paper, all neatly dated and numbered with arrows and footnotes, waxing rhetorically on amplifiers and speaker cables! I'm not giving away any secrets either. You think you can squeeze me, like you done these others before me who gave it up and popped like so many ripe zits, exploding forth with useless and banal information splattered across my computer screen like some poorly aimed porno site climax! No chance my friend. It'll be a cold day in hell with pigs flying everywhere and bears wearing big hats and looking for an outhouse to relieve themselves while the Pope squats naked by a tree grunting endlessly with no payoff! You can take your "Volunteer Audiophile" badge and use it as a suppository, just like Callahan suggested in, was it "Magnum Force"! Friendly?! Generous?! Where the heck have you been reading those posts man? They sure weren't mine, and I'm the only one writing anything worth reading on this god forsaken site. There's a bunch of crazy people here that seem to think that stereo equiptment is more important than breathing! I swear it must be some kind of cult. Look, I think they're plotting some sort of conspiracy to rule the world with power cords! If you're smart like me you'll pack up your belongings and head for Iceland. There's way too many of them to fight off, and they have this secret language that only they can understand. I read some of the words and I've been keeping a notebook, but I haven't been able to work out the meanings yet. Words like, "transients", "soundstage", "frequency response" and "macrodynamics"! I think they're some kind of codewords for the plot to put a $1500 power cords on electric razors and toaster ovens! They're evil I tell you! Get out there's still time and your power cords are all a reasonable girth!

Marco
I'm with Wellfed. And by the looks of things, I may be with him for what could seem like an eternity.

1. God.
2. My wife.
3. My son.
4. Others. (hey, I'm trying okay?)
5. Audio.
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8. House projects.
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19. Sports.
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167. Hollywood.
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1845. NPR
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5291. Re-reading the Humanist Manifesto II.
Whew!? That's one of those codewords, isn't it? Whew? Probably means that anyone who knows where I live should come to my house and strangle me with a thick, expensive power cord, and put me out of everyone's misery once and for all! You're one of them aren't you Tim? It may be too late for Tim, but for god's sake, if anyone else reading this has not succumbed to the wiley ways of this wicked bunch of ne'er-do-wells and still thinks "Whew" actually just means....well..Whew...Stop reading now and start packing your bags. Notify the press in case I don't make it to the airport tomorrow morning. My death will not go un-noticed and without meaning. You of the uninitiated may believe Porter's just making a jolly with his sly reference to the Iceland chick, but it's all a clever ruse to take suspicion away from him. Don't let him fool you. He's the ring-leader, the grand Poo-bah! Master of deception. Members of the sect plug in this week's code word at the end of the otherwise innocently amusing URL and sheezam, there's a map to my house, my flight number, a photograph of me, and all the information needed for the hit. I won't run this time Albert. Bring em'on! I'm stayin up late with Diesel at my feet. There'll be no grassy knolls to hide behind this time. If they do manage to get me then let my life be an eternal reminder to those innocents who come after me. You have been warned. Go away from here and enjoy your music without the benefit of dedicated AC lines, turntables that cost the price of a year at Harvard, or without the bragging rights afforded by cables that come with a diesel engine integrated into the housings! Save your money for dentist bills, tuition, vacation, and prostitutes. Get that bobbing head baseball-star figurine for the dashboard of your car that you've been wanting. Live large. Take chances.

Marco