WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?
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Since amateur radio callbooks are top of mind for the moment, here is another callbook, apparently a regional online volume identified as t... -
Back in the days when I would make the monthly trek to the George Bowen palatial estate in fashionable Poestenkill, New York, I would sit w... -
WHENIWASAKID! From about the age of eight and on through my late teens, my one favorite pre-computer age geek thing to do was record sounds... -
Bootleggers on the business band! That's the subject of the next Random Access Thought coming up for the week ending August 2nd. In a re... -
. Please make point to download this week's editions of This Week In Amateur Radio and This Week In Amateur Radio International for th... -
For an untold number of decades here in Albany, there had been a nightly Capital District Repeater Net held at 6:30PM on the local 146.94 ma... -
. This last Sunday, a bunch of hams got together at the Empire State Plaza in downtown Albany for The Great Train Extravaganza! In attend... -
The paperback volume Kana de Manga: Japanese Sound FX is authored by Glen Kardy and illustrated by Chihiro Hattori and offers some interesti... -
. SO! After maybe a year or so of deploying various software enhanced digital images of the ominous HAL 9000 to grace the face of this blog... -
. That guy on the left...and that gal on the right are two new amateur radio operators. Both took their Technician Class License exam at th...
Friday, April 17, 2009
ECHELON Wouldn't Be Interested...But You? Maybe!
Here, in no particular order, are a few recent e-mail requests for an Official This Week in Amateur Radio QSL Card. The more traditional pathway of writing a reception report and mailing it to: This Week in Amateur Radio Post Office Box 30, Sand Lake, New York 12153 has given way in recent years to an e-mail request sent to n2fnh@capital.net. So, whether you receive the program over your local VHF or UHF repeater, copy the show over WBCQ or download the latest weekly Internet Podcast, you can get your own TWIAR QSL Card by taking pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. either way works!
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Hey Bill, I must say I have enjoyed your blogs and musings on TWIAR for some time. Just thought I'd drop you a quick line to say "hello"! As a wise man once said: "The static has ears"! On that 158.400 thing. It turns out there are a couple of blogs on the popular wireless on the topic. You kinda have to wind your way around that site to find them. I have my theories about how this might be happening. I will not say yet though. I will say that one of those blogs had someone track one of their sites to near Brunswick NY. I will also say that if you listen in the early morning to 158.400, you will hear some somewhat "regular" QSO's from guys who I think are the real "players" on this - one of whom's voice sounds very familiar??** Coincidence?? Apparently this has been an ongoing thing for the past 4 years or so and involves a network of repeaters which spans Northern Jersey to Northern NY. Hmmmm........ If you can stand it, listen to 158.4000 in the backround for a couple of days.
73's - Joe
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** JOE MADE A REFERENCE TO A REGIONAL SYSTEM IN THIS AREA WHICH I WITHHELD UNTIL MORE INFORMATION COMES FORTH. DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY!
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Hi Bill;
My name is also Bill. I visited your Random Access Thought blogspot. I enjoyed reading it. I also listen to you on radio station WBCQ, 7.415 Mc Shortwave, when I can hear the station. I used to listen to you on a local amateur radio repeater on 145.19 Mc, but you are not there anymore. I would like a QSL card. I just had lunch, a bowl of Cream of Mushroom soup. I made it with milk instead of water. My computer, with which I visited your blogspot, is a Dell INSPIRON E1505 laptop. I have many shortwave radios, but I use a Kaito 1103 to tune in WBCQ.
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I enjoyed your blogspot very much. I made it a Favorite on my computer, and will visit it again. A friend of mine, also named Bill, wants me to start a blog. After visiting this site, I may.
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I like the name Bill, don't you? Although sometimes I want to be called "Louie". Some people call me "CLO", I don't know why. Please send me a QSL card. The secret code is RATRAT.
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My address is
Bill Continelli
Rensselaer, NY
Monday, April 13, 2009
VACATION!
.PROLOGUE: Just about every Saturday noontime, a bunch of us hams convene at one of any number of local all-you-can-eat Chinese buffets. The usual bunch of bananas includes Tony W2BEJ, Mike KB2VQS, Tim WA2QAC, along with a cast of thousands who routinely rotate their way through a laundry list of weekend Asian dining experiences, with just one of these digitally preselected via e-mail the night before. Here in New York's Capital District, there are many such establishments running in plate-to-plate competition with the more meat-and-potatoes kind of national chains like The Golden Corral and The Olde Country Buffet so there there is certainly enough room to chow down for everyone. A virtual landfill of standard Chinese feasting fare awaits the drooling, dribbling, delighted, double-chinned patron as he or she painfully squeezes through these portals to the orient, festooned with happy, big belly Buddhas and endlessly waving, mechanized Lucky Cats. Lo Mein! Chow Mein! Chop Suey! General Tsaos! Sweet and Sour Anything! Wonton! Egg Drop! And Fortune Cookies! You name it! It's all there!
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ITEM NO.1: Not so long ago, I had an enjoyable QSO over the local 79 repeater with Pat N2HUB (now N2WWW) where the focus was on Chinese buffet food. Pat had taken the time to peruse Google in search of recipes for all the usual dishes but could find precious little detail, either in terms of content or in terms of the cost in preparing the food in such volume for that matter. To be sure, speculation ran high that evening on the most likely core elements going into such common offerings as General Tsaos. And to be sure, the cliched ingredients soon bubbled to the surface: canine, feline, you know, that kind of stuff. It did occur to me that seagulls might be a practical component, since they are prolific in these parts and can be found shopping daily at all the better Chinese buffet garbage dumpsters. AND! There is never a shortage of foodstuffs. A Chinese Buffet never runs out of anything!
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ITEM NO.2: Not so long ago, I performed a late afternoon pig out with Tom N2SQO at one of the more popular China houses in Colonie. We certainly ate all we could eat and then took our conversational banter and Tom's fetid cigarettes out to the parking lot where we made a remarkable observation. A large, unmarked moving van had arrived and was backed up to the restaurant kitchen door. The big meaty stevedores were unloading several single size mattresses, about forty in all, and dragging them in through the kitchen. I expressed amazement at the scene. But then, as Tom arched back and exhaled a blueish-grey-green toxic cloud of vaporized cancerous particulate matter, he calmly advised that this may not be so unusual since he had it on good account that employees at another all-you-can-eat joint in Latham actually slept in the restaurant kitchen and on the dining room floors after hours. So the new mattresses might just be an extra-added luxury for this particular collective of workers.
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ITEM NO.3: Here in the Tri-Cities of upstate New York, just about every Chinese buffet has been systematically raided by the Immigration and Naturalization Service at least once, and usually many more times than just at least once. If you find yourself to be a regular patron to one of these places, it can be quite disarming to arrive, only to find the doors locked with an INS search, seizure and deportation notice attached. Then, two, maybe three weeks later, the same facility is once again open for business just as it was before. Everything inside looks just the same. The same motif. The same tables. The same paintings, The same Far East Muzak. Everything the same. Everything the same, except that all the personnel have been completely replaced. Likewise, such INS raids have also swept through private residences where single family homes have been found to harbor as many as forty illegal aliens at a time.
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Other full scale personnel sweeps may occur, apparently without Uncle Sam's intervention. It has been observed that on several occasions, with the exception of maybe the hostess, all the familiar grunt labor faces are now all unfamiliar grunt labor faces. All apparently swapped over at the same time. Does this staff change carry any significant meaning? Who is to know for sure?
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ITEM NO.4: Some Chinese buffets may offer an interesting dining diversion, sometimes referred to as "The Mongolian" or simply "The Stir Fry", where raw materials, such as meat, vegetables, bamboo shoots, mushrooms and sometimes non-Kosher aquatic foul, is harvested into a bright white porcelain bowl and then summarily flung onto a huge cylindrical gas-driven, heated flattop metal platter. The stir-fry guy then wields his two mighty, three-foot long, heavily charred, scorched and smoked wooden stilettos and splays the ingredients back and forth across the steaming, smoking Teriyaki-stained platter, occasionally dumping in water, usually from a badly discolored stainless steel teapot. At some predetermined moment, he then swipes the contents into a fresh clean bright white porcelain bowl for you to nosh on back at your seat.
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At one such eatery near Schenectady, there was a young Asian stir-fry guy, quite westernized, who spoke the English with a flair all his own. Very likable, he was the kind of fella you would always want to stuff a dollar tip into the always-present plastic one-gallon tip jar. A nice guy. And then one Saturday, the nice guy was gone. I queried the requisite always gorgeous and always mysterious very young hostess as to where the young man was. "Vacation" came the response. A few weeks later: still gone. Same answer: "Vacation". More weeks later: still gone. Same answer: "Vacation". The likable westernized Asian stir-fry guy was never coming back. We would never see him again. It occurred to me that "vacation" must have meant "deportation". But then again, deportation in these places is almost always a mass eviction, unusual for just one to be pulled and sent packing. But perhaps the westernized Asian dude just decided to return to his homeland. Who is know for sure?
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ITEM NO.5: It is absolutely amazing how many varieties of Chinese buffet food are prepared using chicken and chicken by-products and also how absolutely amazing that almost none of it really looks or tastes like chicken. Take the time to examine the Bang Bang Chicken. Chunky lumps of meat analog oozing in some sort of thick, murky, yellow-brown goo. But not meat. More like cartilage. Like the plastic stuff in your body that shapes your kneecap or your elbow.
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ITEM NO.6: There's another Tom in this area, KB2NAV, a big fan of conspiracy theories. When talking with Tom, you can never be sure if he is simply relating what he was researched. Either a really good actor, or a true believer. Who is to know for sure? Anyway, one of his ongoing scenarios is that untold numbers of mainland Chinese have emigrated to the United States, legally maybe, but most likely, legally not, and said to have constructed thousands of miles of underground tunnels beneath our cities, the idea being that when World War III begins, the insurgent ground forces are already here, ready to seize and secure our blessed country. True? Who is to know for sure? So in the meantime, starting digging to see for yourself. But if it were true, and if nothing else, an enormous head of human livestock would be corralled just six to twenty feet down, depending on the constraints of local underground infrastructure.
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ITEM NO.7: Not so long ago, upon entering one of our popular Chinese hangouts, the requisite always gorgeous and always mysterious very young hostess beamed oh-so-brightly when my son Zachary and I coursed through the door. "It has been a while since last I see you! Where have you been?". Without thinking, I responded: "Vacation!" A look of primal terror flashed across her exquisite China doll cheeks as she slapped her tiny hands against her bright crimson flushed face: "VACATION!?!" At that moment, I knew. I knew that "vacation" was not "deportation".
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EPILOGUE: Here are the focal points.
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There is never a shortage of food to be found in a Chinese buffet.
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A broccoli is a broccoli. A noodle is a noodle, A pineapple is a pineapple. The meats we consume appear to be analog. The Chicken is another story. The beef is another story's sequel.
.
Untold numbers of foreigners enter this country illegally and may be sequestered deep within the physical confines of businesses such as these restaurants, factories or even private residences.
.
Conspiracy theory holds that untold numbers of aliens lurk just below the concrete, corralled within a vast labyrinth of tunnels and human mole holes beneath our cities waiting.
.
Employees in such restaurants appear and then disappear with disturbing regularity.
.
The English word "vacation" spoken within the environs of a Chinese buffet bears a remarkably significant meaning and tone that is not synonymous with "deportation".
.
These focal points form the basis of a question.
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What is the answer to this question?
.
ITEM NO.1: Not so long ago, I had an enjoyable QSO over the local 79 repeater with Pat N2HUB (now N2WWW) where the focus was on Chinese buffet food. Pat had taken the time to peruse Google in search of recipes for all the usual dishes but could find precious little detail, either in terms of content or in terms of the cost in preparing the food in such volume for that matter. To be sure, speculation ran high that evening on the most likely core elements going into such common offerings as General Tsaos. And to be sure, the cliched ingredients soon bubbled to the surface: canine, feline, you know, that kind of stuff. It did occur to me that seagulls might be a practical component, since they are prolific in these parts and can be found shopping daily at all the better Chinese buffet garbage dumpsters. AND! There is never a shortage of foodstuffs. A Chinese Buffet never runs out of anything!
.
ITEM NO.2: Not so long ago, I performed a late afternoon pig out with Tom N2SQO at one of the more popular China houses in Colonie. We certainly ate all we could eat and then took our conversational banter and Tom's fetid cigarettes out to the parking lot where we made a remarkable observation. A large, unmarked moving van had arrived and was backed up to the restaurant kitchen door. The big meaty stevedores were unloading several single size mattresses, about forty in all, and dragging them in through the kitchen. I expressed amazement at the scene. But then, as Tom arched back and exhaled a blueish-grey-green toxic cloud of vaporized cancerous particulate matter, he calmly advised that this may not be so unusual since he had it on good account that employees at another all-you-can-eat joint in Latham actually slept in the restaurant kitchen and on the dining room floors after hours. So the new mattresses might just be an extra-added luxury for this particular collective of workers.
.
ITEM NO.3: Here in the Tri-Cities of upstate New York, just about every Chinese buffet has been systematically raided by the Immigration and Naturalization Service at least once, and usually many more times than just at least once. If you find yourself to be a regular patron to one of these places, it can be quite disarming to arrive, only to find the doors locked with an INS search, seizure and deportation notice attached. Then, two, maybe three weeks later, the same facility is once again open for business just as it was before. Everything inside looks just the same. The same motif. The same tables. The same paintings, The same Far East Muzak. Everything the same. Everything the same, except that all the personnel have been completely replaced. Likewise, such INS raids have also swept through private residences where single family homes have been found to harbor as many as forty illegal aliens at a time.
.
Other full scale personnel sweeps may occur, apparently without Uncle Sam's intervention. It has been observed that on several occasions, with the exception of maybe the hostess, all the familiar grunt labor faces are now all unfamiliar grunt labor faces. All apparently swapped over at the same time. Does this staff change carry any significant meaning? Who is to know for sure?
.
ITEM NO.4: Some Chinese buffets may offer an interesting dining diversion, sometimes referred to as "The Mongolian" or simply "The Stir Fry", where raw materials, such as meat, vegetables, bamboo shoots, mushrooms and sometimes non-Kosher aquatic foul, is harvested into a bright white porcelain bowl and then summarily flung onto a huge cylindrical gas-driven, heated flattop metal platter. The stir-fry guy then wields his two mighty, three-foot long, heavily charred, scorched and smoked wooden stilettos and splays the ingredients back and forth across the steaming, smoking Teriyaki-stained platter, occasionally dumping in water, usually from a badly discolored stainless steel teapot. At some predetermined moment, he then swipes the contents into a fresh clean bright white porcelain bowl for you to nosh on back at your seat.
.
At one such eatery near Schenectady, there was a young Asian stir-fry guy, quite westernized, who spoke the English with a flair all his own. Very likable, he was the kind of fella you would always want to stuff a dollar tip into the always-present plastic one-gallon tip jar. A nice guy. And then one Saturday, the nice guy was gone. I queried the requisite always gorgeous and always mysterious very young hostess as to where the young man was. "Vacation" came the response. A few weeks later: still gone. Same answer: "Vacation". More weeks later: still gone. Same answer: "Vacation". The likable westernized Asian stir-fry guy was never coming back. We would never see him again. It occurred to me that "vacation" must have meant "deportation". But then again, deportation in these places is almost always a mass eviction, unusual for just one to be pulled and sent packing. But perhaps the westernized Asian dude just decided to return to his homeland. Who is know for sure?
.
ITEM NO.5: It is absolutely amazing how many varieties of Chinese buffet food are prepared using chicken and chicken by-products and also how absolutely amazing that almost none of it really looks or tastes like chicken. Take the time to examine the Bang Bang Chicken. Chunky lumps of meat analog oozing in some sort of thick, murky, yellow-brown goo. But not meat. More like cartilage. Like the plastic stuff in your body that shapes your kneecap or your elbow.
.
ITEM NO.6: There's another Tom in this area, KB2NAV, a big fan of conspiracy theories. When talking with Tom, you can never be sure if he is simply relating what he was researched. Either a really good actor, or a true believer. Who is to know for sure? Anyway, one of his ongoing scenarios is that untold numbers of mainland Chinese have emigrated to the United States, legally maybe, but most likely, legally not, and said to have constructed thousands of miles of underground tunnels beneath our cities, the idea being that when World War III begins, the insurgent ground forces are already here, ready to seize and secure our blessed country. True? Who is to know for sure? So in the meantime, starting digging to see for yourself. But if it were true, and if nothing else, an enormous head of human livestock would be corralled just six to twenty feet down, depending on the constraints of local underground infrastructure.
.
ITEM NO.7: Not so long ago, upon entering one of our popular Chinese hangouts, the requisite always gorgeous and always mysterious very young hostess beamed oh-so-brightly when my son Zachary and I coursed through the door. "It has been a while since last I see you! Where have you been?". Without thinking, I responded: "Vacation!" A look of primal terror flashed across her exquisite China doll cheeks as she slapped her tiny hands against her bright crimson flushed face: "VACATION!?!" At that moment, I knew. I knew that "vacation" was not "deportation".
.
EPILOGUE: Here are the focal points.
.
There is never a shortage of food to be found in a Chinese buffet.
.
A broccoli is a broccoli. A noodle is a noodle, A pineapple is a pineapple. The meats we consume appear to be analog. The Chicken is another story. The beef is another story's sequel.
.
Untold numbers of foreigners enter this country illegally and may be sequestered deep within the physical confines of businesses such as these restaurants, factories or even private residences.
.
Conspiracy theory holds that untold numbers of aliens lurk just below the concrete, corralled within a vast labyrinth of tunnels and human mole holes beneath our cities waiting.
.
Employees in such restaurants appear and then disappear with disturbing regularity.
.
The English word "vacation" spoken within the environs of a Chinese buffet bears a remarkably significant meaning and tone that is not synonymous with "deportation".
.
These focal points form the basis of a question.
.
What is the answer to this question?
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