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Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Sunburst and Luminary -- A Poem about Transistors and ICs
Thursday, August 25, 2022
SolderSmoke Podcast #73 Jan 2, 2008 -- AA1TJ Circuits and Poetry, Mixers, CW, Straight Key Night at WA6ARA, Boatanchors in South Africa with ZS6ADY (Part 1)
Thursday, January 21, 2021
Thursday, January 14, 2021
A Poem about Shacks and Rigs and Ham Radio
Thursday, August 27, 2020
A Song Fom Dexter ZL2DEX
'50 Ways':
"Get on the band, Stan,
Trigger the mic, Ike,
Tap your key, Lee,
Listen for me.
Paddle the bug, Doug,
Watch the waterfall, Paul,
Just QSO, Joe,
when conditions agree."
73
Dex, ZL2DEX
Saturday, June 13, 2020
Jerry's Sproutie: A Short Wave Receiver (and a Limerick) by Jerry KI4IO
Friday, October 25, 2019
Minimalist Masochism at Solar Minima -- But More Contacts with the ET-2
Dylan Thoams |
I thought of that line from Dylan Thomas's poem when I read on G3XBM's web site that we are kind of at the very bottom of the solar cycle. Roger wrote on 22 October: "Solar flux is 64 and the SSN 0. A=5 and K=0. As far as I am aware this is the lowest solar flux this solar minimum."
I also thought of this as I pounded brass (Indian brass!) in an effort to make a few more contacts with my ET-2 two transistor rig. Obviously venturing forth on 40 meters with just TWO transistors (one for transmit and one for receive) and crystal control AT SOLAR MINIMA is not for the faint of heart. It is almost a Dylan-esque act of defiance.
I have had to resort to please for help on the DX Summit, the SolderSmoke blog and the SKCC Schedule page. Fortunately for me, the brotherhood has sprung to my support.
W1PID (who gave me contact #3) also gave me contact #4 on 21 October.
W4KAC in Hickory NC was contact #5. This was on 22 October. This was the only marginal contact so far. He was running 5 W into an end fed half wave.
Yesterday was a big day for the ET-2. I had two solid contacts:
#6 was N2VGA in New York UPDATE: Larry N2VGA confirmed by e-mail that this was a "random" contact -- not the result of my on-line pleas for assistance. He just heard my CQ and responded. FB.
#7 was K4CML in Newport News, Va. He switched to QRP himself at 2.5 watts for a nice 2X QRP contact.
Looking at my Rigol 'scope, I now think I'm putting out about 150 milliwatts. Not bad for a single J310. I may have to invest in a heat sink.
40 seems most cooperative in the morning (around 0930 local) and again in the afternoon (around 1630 local).
Thanks to all who have helped. I will try to make a few more.
Thursday, January 17, 2019
Solar Cycle 25 -- The High Frequency Oracle Has Spoken (THFOHS!)
Read the full poetic report from the Oracle here:
https://forums.qrz.com/index.php?threads/the-hf-oracle-prognostication-for-solar-cycle-25.626433/
Saturday, February 14, 2015
A Sweet Little Poem for Valentines Day
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of love
My heart is overjoyed
You've turned the square of my heart
Into a sinusoid
Onto my system bus
My life was once assembly code
It's now like C++
My circuits you can fix
The voltage 'cross your diode is
much more than just point six
You have built my integrator
I cannot survive without you
You're my function generator
And made my math discreet
So now I'll end my poem here
Control, Alt, and Delete
You might not want to actually use any of that poetry today.
Sent in to us by Bob Crane, W8SX
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Another QRPoet
Friday, November 20, 2009
Radio, Douglas MacArthur, and staying young at heart
Youth
By Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.