Would you believe that these two men changed the course of thermionic history? I met Ted by accident NOT, who had been building OTL amplifiers since the early 1960s because he read Julius's articles in an audio magazine. Please note my beaudacious new Thermionic Techno-Shaman fashion look: Directly heated triode, Triode Guild Crown, my ass jawbone chest protector, and my perfectly coordinated hunting shirt and pants….and of course the Official Triode Guild Shades

This is a picture of me holding the famous Futterman Pot, the pot that Julius used for varnishing his power transformers…while smoking my favorite corn cob pipe. When I met Julius at his shop for the first time I noticed that there was a very foul order…like burned rubber. Julius's showed me the hot plate that he used for heating up his pot of transformer varnish…the pot was once his wife's pressure cooker. Of course some of the varnish spilled and burned, and over the course of a decade, his shop absorbed this order. The rumors that Julius's ashes are in this pot are not true.

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Why did Julius name all of his OTL amplifiers "H3"? It was the number of his apartment. This model was the last model he built by hand. Ted has reconditioned this 30 year old amplifier, incorporating some of the NYAL circuit improvements. Once I compared the sound of these amps to the best tube amps that were available at the time…I had no choice…the Futterman OTL virus entered my brain. Go ahead…try and find a pair of these amps.

As you know I get my best ideas while I am on the potty studying and when I took a break from reading Thomas Mann's Magic Mountain, in the original German, I noticed that I was staring at the toilet plunger, so to clear my mind I decided to wear as a hat, and it felt great, so I leaped up and attached an American flag to it.

Why? I consider myself a real patriot and this hat permits me to experience the beauty of a waving American flag all the time.

I am holding a Saber Tooth Tiger's skull, while wearing my Triode Guild Tube Crown, and smoking my corn cob pipe, and feeling very victorious.

I killed this Saber Tooth Tiger, at long last, 15,000 years ago when these mega-predators dominated the food chain in America…and…the rest of the world. During four million years of hominid evolution, these cats terrified us.

Twice the size and much for powerful than a lion, these cats, which hunted in packs, like all predators, loved to eat humans, who were slow, puny, defenseless and tasted just like a Big Mac.

How did I kill this killing king? For about 200,000 years I closely watched how these cats hunted. When I found a skull of one of these animals I knocked out the front teeth and used them as a weapon, and then I started to chip flint to look like those big sharp ripping teeth…except I made my spear point straight, and I attach my "flint tooth" to the end of a long pole…

Then one day, Grebnor, the spear maker, suggested to our clan…"Why don't we try and throw our spears, instead of just "poking them"…if we could kill those big cats from further away, then less of us would get wounded and die".

Interesting idea, so our clan started to practice throwing our spears, and after about ten thousand years of practice we got really good at…and we hunting in packs…and soon we moved from the bottom of the food chain to the top…which proves that tools can liberate our most profound needs for ascension.