Bonus blog - things that make me steam · Monday February 2, 2009 by colin newell
Picture at left – a portion of my ham shack – the receivers – one of which used to be used to pick up an actual Sputnik satellite (upper left Radio Shack DX150B circa 1973)!
From the Canadian wire and on Global TV news today…
Four Toronto college students have accomplished a technological feat that their teachers are calling a first. The Humber College seniors made contact with the International Space Station on Monday with a radio system they designed and built themselves.
School officials say that, to their knowledge, that’s never been accomplished by students at the college level.
These school officials have;
never used an internet search engine…
have never researched an article…
and have been living under a skull crushing pile of gravel for the duration of their miserable lives…
Hello. Has anyone ever heard of Amateur Radio? Ham radio as it is also called is a hobby enjoyed by about 1 million people Worldwide.
And thousands of student radio operators, if not tens of thousands of student radio operators (at various high-school, college and University amateur radio clubs…) have enjoyed the thrill of radio contact with orbital space craft, shuttles, space stations etc.
I am one of those people. My call sign is VA7WWV.
My first radio conversation, prior to actually having my own license, was as an 11 year old conversing with a rescue mission in Managua, Nicaragua after the 1972 earthquake that killed 5,000 of the 400,000 population, leaving 20,000 injured and over 250,000 homeless.
And as for space communications… We have been doing it since Skylab, every shuttle since, the Mir space station and the current international space station.
And to the good folks at Humber College…
Do your homework!
Winter follies count down to Hawaii boast #3 · Saturday November 29, 2008 by colin newell
As we get closer and closer to our departure for the wonderful tropical World of Polynesia… something occurs to me.
We are heading into Winter dang it and I, like many other people, are feeling ever so slightly under the weather.
Ah. Bad form on my part. I should properly introduce myself.
You know me as Colin the blogger… but to my family Doctor I am none other than Doctor Internet.
And it’s not that I spend any more time than most people diagnosing myself – because I do not. Because I never really get sick.
It’s just that I spend an inordinate amount of time diagnosing everyone else – whether I know them or not.
Example: Standing at a Bus stop downtown. Notice an elderly man that looks like he has been smoking since the age of 3. He is weathered and he is taking quick shallow breaths. What is wrong with him? Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Emphysema. It is an easy diagnosis. I pull a Q-tip out of my white lab jacket but decide against taking a sample of his DNA.
Example: I sit over lunch with one of my coffee-foodie colleagues and comment on the sad condition of his finger nails as he tucks into his favorite bowl of Pho… Discolored and disfigured finger nail. Irritated nail bed. My diagnosis: Onychomycosis
I pull out a pad of blank paper to write a script for Terbinafine (Lamisil) and then it hits me…
I need a new stethoscope…
Seriously though. It is that time of year where half the population is sniffling and snuffling – I bet as you read this you are feeling a little tight in the chest, a little short of breath. It is ok. It is the time of the year.
Me. I wrote a prescription for my wife and I almost a year ago. It is called 2 solid weeks of tropical weather… and I get the feeling that I may have to re-write this prescription in time for next year.
Counting down the days to Hawaii, I am Colin Newell and I am NOT A DOCTOR!
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Fall Colors Canadian Style - what did we do to Halloween · Thursday October 30, 2008 by colin newell
Here is an excerpt from my journal entry dated November 1, 1971…
went out for Halloween last night with younger sister. last time ever I am pretty sure. at 12 years old… it must be time. weather was perfect. cold and foggy. the ground was musty with fallen leaves and rot. dressed as a gypsy. mom and sisters creation. no idea what a gypsy is. firecrackers and fireworks everywhere. pipe bomb exploded about 100 feet away from me. wow. cool. got home at around 8. went back out for long walk because this was the last one for me. feeling grown up.
In 2008 no one lets a 12 year old out with his 8 year old sister to trick or treat. At least not in this urban jungle. And I wonder why. Is it really that dangerous out there? It was way more dangerous in the late sixties when I was a kid… and I was taking myself out trick or treating by the time I was 7 or 8. And I guess I was pretty savvy by the time I was 8. On Halloween one knew where and what to avoid. The houses that felt dark and creepy were to be avoided. We knew who the creeps were – and there were not a lot of them. Even in the 60’s we knew enough not to accept anything that was not wrapped – yes, even then. Now I think we are too cautious and too concerned about threats that do not actually exist.
And I am not suggesting that you send your children out alone – we should`nt have been out alone – there should have been an adult or a teen with us – but they were slightly different times.
Now kids are paraded through malls stopping in individual stores to collect treats! What happened to meeting the neighbors? What happened to original costumes created from imaginative minds. When I was 12 I went out in an outfit that my older sister and mother cooked up. At 11 I was a greaser from the 50`s. That was a stretch! At 10 I was a vampire. At 9 I was a ghost… and yea, there was a sheet involved. Complex or not, we did something creative with homegrown ingredients. Now people shop at Walmart for togs made in China that contain enough melamine to kill a horse… made by children that have never heard of Halloween.
I cannot believe I have actually reached the point in my life when I am using the phrase… “When I was 12…”
Happy Halloween. Be safe.
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Fall Colors Canadian Style - Too scared to blog · Monday October 6, 2008 by colin newell
It is week 5 of the Canadian election campaign and week 63 of the American election campaign. The markets are falling like Canada geese at a Dick Cheney hunting party. Peace of mind is now receding faster than my hairline and optimism is a word best reserved for a good bottle of Pinot Noir.
Hope is not entirely lost – but I am not entirely sure where I put it either… probably under that sweltering pile of broken dreams – next to my shattered mutual funds.
On a brighter note, I have started counting down the days and weeks to our vacation in Hawaii – and by then I should be in a good position to buy a few houses while I am there.
So life is not so bad if you are, like me, a 40 something steadily employed dude worried a little about the future. The real trepidation should be with our seniors and later in life retired folks who are either in retirement or thinking of it soon. Those, who were once looking at sprucing up the cottage – now double checking on that noose knot, having just opened their financial statements.
Is it just me or does dread hang in the air like the pall of a train wreck? I haven’t had any good news since Britney was released from rehab – and although the Biden – Palin debates provided about as much calm and diversion as half-a-milligram of Valium (never touched the stuff actually…) the reality is, (like you) I am feeling the sting of reality too many hours of too many days.
The upside is – I feel like giving and receiving hugs more than I ever have. Any takers? I am finding humor in absolutely the oddest places – which is good… best medicine and all.
Anyway – hang in there folks. We are all in this together.
This just in folks – just googled the word coffee and I am number 2 behind Wikipedia out of 328,000,000 possible links.
I feel oddly better – but I still feel like Number Two – especially today.
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Fall Colors Canadian Style - White Rabbit Candy Go ask alice · Wednesday September 24, 2008 by colin newell
If you work in a busy office or lab like I do, you will know that the summer days are often powered with strong coffee, home made muffins and mystery candy from China.
And one of these tasty confections making the rounds was White Rabbit creamy candy. It is cheap and you can buy it by the bucket full.
But unlike the Kopi Luwak, I did not eat the candy.
Working on a University campus that is patrolled by hundreds of rabbits, many of them white (and decidedly inbred), I avoid candies and snacks with the brand name, flavor or ingredient; Rabbit, Student, Professor and Textbook… I mean, it only makes sense.
White Rabbit candy is exported to Chinatowns around the world, including those in Toronto and Vancouver, says CBC’s China correspondent Anthony Germain.
The news of contamination of White Rabbit candy comes a day after the CFIA advised Canadians not to consume three Mr. Brown 3-in-1 instant coffee products — imported from China — because they may contain melamine.
Mr. Brown. Your coffee keeps me warm. In more ways than one.
On Sunday, the agency also warned people not to consume Nissin Cha Cha Dessert, a Chinese dessert mix, made with Yili Pure Milk that was possibly tainted with melamine.
Nearly 53,000 children have been sickened and four have died in China after being fed baby formula tainted with melamine.
IOC Connection alert: Chinese physicians alerted the Chinese government prior to the 2008 Summer Olympics about the milk issue. The Chinese government buried the news (and naturally the ICO is complicit) – the result dead children.
In September 2008, taking candy from a baby is now a good thing. It is a necessary thing. And by the way, take the milk too!
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