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No, don't worry, I haven't lost my voice.

Back in 1968 when I was first licensed for amateur radio, you had to be able to send and receive Morse code at 5 words per minute in order to get the most basic license. For the higher level licenses you had to be able to send and receive progressively faster. It took a bit of effort to learn Morse code, but I wanted to get on the air badly enough that I stuck it out and eventually was able to do 5 WPM . . . then 10 . . . then 15 and eventually got pretty good.

Morse code key

I did all that with a "straight key." When you look at people sending Morse code in movies, that's the kind of key they almost always use. (Much like the one in the picture above. They almost always use it wrong, too, but that's a different story.) From that day to this I've almost always used a straight key for Morse. I do own a semi-automatic keyer that allows you to send faster code, like the one below, but the straight key was always my go-to piece of gear where Morse code was concerned.

Semi-automatic key

Last week at the ham radio swap meet my daughter and I went to I got an electronic keyer paddle:

iambic keyer paddle

I've been intrigued by these for many years but never owned one because I never had an electronic keyer to use it with. Straight keys are wonderful and highly individual – you can often tell who you're "talking" to just by the sound of their Morse code – but they limit the speed at which you can send. The best straight key operators might be able to push 30 WPM, but that would be really bookin' it. Something like 20 WPM is more of the norm.

The semi-automatic keyer was designed to make it possible to send faster code. When you push the knob with your index and middle finger, you get a continuous tone, much like you would if you pushed down on a straight key. But if you hit the flat paddle with your thumb, you got a series of dots. The speed of the dots is controlled by a weight at the end of the long pendulum arm in the picture above. Closer to your hand makes for faster dots. The dots form perfectly, but there's still a bit of opportunity for individual "fist" when sending the dashes.

About the time I got into ham radio advances in solid state technology were getting to the point where electronic automatic keyers were becoming affordable. An automatic keyer automatically forms both the dots and dashes, and controls the inter-element spacing as well, so your dits and dahs are perfectly formed. A good operator can send perfect Morse (sadly at the expense of individuality), and with practice can send it as fast as he can copy it – potentially up to 70 WPM and beyond, after which the dits and dahs run together in the human ear.

The radio I bought a couple of months ago has a keyer built into it, so I decided I needed a set of paddles so I could learn to use the keyer. The type of keyer above – which is the exact model I got, at about 30% of what it would have cost had I bought it new – is known as an "iambic" keyer. If you press the left paddle, it makes dots, just like a bug. If you press the right paddle, though, you get a string of perfectly formed dashes. And if you press both at the same time, you get a dot followed by a dash. Di dah, di dah, di dah for as long as you hold them. This pattern sounds like the meter of iambic poetry, hence the term "iambic keyer".

In theory it should be simple to operate. For instance to make a "C", which sounds like "dah di dah dit", you would press the right paddle, then the left, then the right, then the left. Except that "C" includes an iamb in the middle – "dah di dah dit" – so you can key it as "right, both, left." But here's the tricky part: If you – well, if I – don't release the paddles properly, I can end up with an extra "dit" at the end of a letter. You might not notice this with a "C", which has the dit at the end anyway, but with a letter like "X" – "dah di di dah" – that ends in an iamb, if I don't release just right I end up with "dah di di dah dit". That's a slash mark, and not at all what I intended to send.

Fortunately for me my radio has a code practice mode that I can use to send code without embarrassing myself on the air. I have been having a great deal of trouble getting my letters right. This can be troublesome if, for instance, I'm sending my callsign, which really needs to be right. I've had to slow down to 10 WPM – about where I was after I'd been on the air for six months or so – and work hard to get the letters right. There's little that turns a ham who enjoys Morse code off faster than someone who can't send properly, and once I get back on the air again I don't want to be that guy.

In some ways it's like recovering a lost motor skill, or learning to talk again. I know I can do it. I know what results I'm supposed to achieve. Getting my brain and body coordinated to get those results is the tricky part. Or maybe it's like learning to play an instrument. The banjo wasn't all that easy when I first started playing it, and some days it still seems like a challenge, but I'm better than I was when I started nine years ago.

"That which we persist in doing becomes easier, not that the task itself has become easier, but that our ability to perform it has improved."
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So yesterday Kyrielle made a great suggestion, that instead of trying to shoehorn Windows XP onto my laptop that doesn't know nothin' 'bout no PATA, I use Windows 7's XP mode. I pulled down the installers, pushed all the appropriate buttons, bluffed my way through the EULA and whaddaya know, everything worked! I was back in Windows XP and my software worked perfectly.

Until, that is, somehow or other I managed to shut off the laptop in the middle of an upgrade. I mean power out, the whole nine yards. After that XP mode wouldn't boot. It would get about 35% through its progress bar and reset, over and over again.

So, I uninstalled it and I'll give it a try again later. But at least now I know it works for the purpose I wanted to use it for.

In other news, I went out and bought some PVC pipe today. I found a great plan for an antenna that I think I can build on a PVC pipe frame with the materials I have around here. The tricky part might be getting the measurements right, since the dimensions on this antenna are apparently more critical than usual, but I have a plan.

Oh, and St. Patrick's day will be celebrated tomorrow at our house, for several reasons. I wore my green shirt anyway while I was out running errands. Did you know that leprechauns love to pinch people, and wearing green makes you invisible to the leprechauns? I didn't either, but the seattlepi.com said it, so it must be true, because it was on the Internet and stuff.
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* I went to a hamfest over the weekend and picked up a couple of things for my station. A hamfest is sort of like a gun show except the items on display don't go bang unless you hit them with lightning, or maybe with one of the things you would get at a gun show. I had a great deal of fun pointing out radios to my daughter and telling her, "Yeah, I used to have one of those." "Oh yes, when I was a young ham that one there was the top of the line." And on and on until she was probably bored out of her mind. Fatherly duties and all that.

Pictures of the pretties in a day or two. I have something I need to do with one of them first.

* I was putting the Igors to work yesterday. I had them help me measure stuff for an antenna I'm building. Igor the Younger is fascinated by the tape measure. He loves that you can roll it out 30 feet and watch it retract back in. I'm not sure he fully understands why I won't let him use the X-Acto blade, but I don't care, he still doesn't get to use it. I did let Igor the Older cut a length of coaxial cable for me, but she did that with a pair of nippers. You can cut yourself with a pair of nippers, but it takes a lot of work.

* The weather here has been weird lately. I don't think there's a better word to describe it.

* Speaking of Igor the Younger, he found one of the spare air hoses to my CPAP yesterday and turned it into an improvised didgeridoo. That one is too smart for his own good.

* I started another song today! The more prolific songwriters out there are probably saying "So?", but I have had a devil of a time coming up with ideas lately. I managed to write two during FAWM, and the second wasn't very good. I'm excited about this one. It's a funny song. I think people will like it.

* There was probably something else but I'll be switched if I can remember what it was.
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When I got my first ham license in 1968 you got your call sign and that was it. If you were a Novice (introductory level licensee) like I was you probably learned what your call sign was when you got a couple of pieces of promotional literature (aka junk mail) with your new call on it. In my case in early August of that year, after taking the license test just before school let out in June, I got an envelope from "The Little Print Shop, Pflugerville, Texas" addressed to me with the magic letters "WN7KPK" in the corner of the address label. Unfortunately I had to wait two more weeks for the license to arrive in the mail before I could transmit, and even then there wasn't much I could do because I didn't have a transmitter at home. I had to wait for school to start before I could run, license in hand, to Mr. Clayton's room at my junior high to fire up the Heathkit transmitter he had in the corner of the science lab and get on the air before and after school.

Someday I'll tell the story of how I got my Advanced class license. I was glad I upgraded because the Novice license had a two year term and wasn't renewable, and I upgraded after fourteen months. However when I got my envelope from the Little Print Shop this time it had the call letters "WA7KDK." When you upgraded from a Novice to a higher license you were supposed to get the same call you had before, with the "N" changed to an "A". Someone in the Licensing Bureau screwed up, though, and gave me a call that should have gone to someone else. What could I do? The government issued me the call sign, I had to stay with it.

I was WA7KDK for a couple of years until we moved to New Jersey and I had to do a change of address. Because I no longer lived in Washington, I had to change out the "7" in my call sign for a "2" (the number in your call sign indicated in what general geographical area you lived) and ended up with the call sign WA2CDK. I never really got an antenna put up in New Jersey and never used the call sign much.

In 1974 I moved back west and was eligible for a "7" call sign again. Soon after that the FCC decided to allow people who had had a call sign previously apply to have it reinstated. I wrote them a letter, explaining what had happened back in 1969, and asked if I could please be reinstated as WA7KPK. To my surprise and pleasure, they did. I've had that call sign ever since; even when I was in Texas I used "WA7KPK/5" as my call sign. Going on 40 years now. (Wow.)

Some time back the FCC created a program called the Vanity Call Sign Program, where for a fee you could apply to receive a specific call sign (with certain restrictions - no one gets a call sign with "SOS" in it, for instance). I've occasionally thought I might like a vanity call. Ever since I was a Novice I've been in awe of the old timers with what are called "1x2" call signs, like W1AW or K6ZI, and thought how cool it would be to have one of those. The 1x2 calls are all assigned now and only become available when someone dies or gets out of the hobby, and are thus very very rare. I doubt I will ever have one. But there are plenty of 1x3 call signs available, and I occasionally toy with the idea of getting one of those. There are two questions involved:

1. Should I change my call? In some ways it's a lot like changing your name. I don't think everyone sees it that way, but for some reason I do. Everyone knows me as WA7KPK. I have awards I've won that say "WA7KPK" on them. And if I gave up WA7KPK and later wanted it back, it would be just like getting any other vanity call.

2. If I do change, what would I change it to? Really, I think there are only three possibilities here. K7KPK (based on my current call sign) is available. So is K7LCL (my initials - it's very common for people to request their initials as a vanity call sign). And third, there is K7CVI.

Wait, where did that come from?

Well, you remember at the beginning of this little narrative where I mentioned the station tucked away in the corner of Mr. Clayton's science lab?

The call sign of that station was K7CVI.

My license is up for renewal anytime after September 15th, so I have a while to decide.
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Turns out the walkie-talkie isn't quite as fixed as I would have liked. Not only did the positive terminal from the battery I replaced come loose, before it did somehow I managed to short across the battery again. I'll tackle it tonight. This time for sure, Rocky! The replacement screws for the back came in, so I should be able to assemble it once I finally get this right. I've given it a couple of trial runs, and either the push-to-talk button has gotten stiff or I'm getting weak in the hands (or maybe both). On payday I plan to order an aftermarket speaker/microphone, which will suit the use I plan to put the walkie-talkie to better.

Went to the movie yesterday with my wife, daughter, granddaughter and a couple of my granddaughter's friends. We saw The Secret Of Arrietty. Everybody liked it, but then Studio Ghibli hasn't disappointed us yet that I can remember. The only thing I can think of to complain about is the price.

Oh, and I have my Norwescon schedule! A bunch of music stuff as usual, plus I will be on a panel called "Tweet Think" - "If u communic8 140 characters at a time, does it change ur brain and the way u think about things?" Should be interesting.

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We did indeed go to the Vancouver Aquarium on Saturday. Due to various snafus, a bit of wind on the drive and a long border crossing we didn't get to the Aquarium until just after 2. It's OK, three hours is about all the walking we felt like doing. A great bit of fun for the cost of a few munchies and a half tank of gas.

We haven't yet figured out how to gracefully exit Stanley Park. The last time we were here we ended up somewhere in West Vancouver before we finally figured out how to get back to BC 99 - and then we missed a turn at 41st Street and ended up over by the airport somewhere. This time I had the directions to get us onto the Trans-Canada and from there to the exit that would take us to the border. My granddaughter, however, decided she wanted pizza, and the pizza she wanted was an outfit that put an ad in a map of Stanley Park we had picked up. Pizza sounded good, and the ad said "mention this ad for a free drink," so once we had done the Grand Loop of the park and figured out where we were, we made our way there.

There was a parking stall on the street right next to the place. Unfortunately Vancouver requires you to pay for parking until 9 PM on Saturdays (or at least that part of Vancouver does) and I had forgot to bring my loose Canadian change with me. I did, however, have a five tucked away in my wallet, so we filed into the pizza place and I walked up to the counter.

"Can I please get change for the parking meter while we order?"  I asked the fellow behind the counter.

"Oh, you can order," he said in a thick accent.

I was beginning to think I had fallen into a rejected Monty Python sketch. "No, can I please get some change?" I said, pointing to the five.

He stared at me blankly. His assistant opened the till, made change for another customer, and closed the till again, all while he looked blankly at me.

"Can I please see a menu?" I said. I figured that would get a response, and indeed we were given a menu.

My daughter went next door to a fruit stand and bought an apple. She paid for the parking with the change while we decided on a pizza we could point to by way of ordering.

It was an okay Hawaiian pizza, with sesame seeds in the edge of the crust which had a nice flavor, but it wasn't worth fighting Vancouver traffic to get to. In my opinion, anyway. And I still haven't figured out whether we got our free drink.

Fortunately Blank Stare Pizza was right on the corner of Granville so we could just turn right and we were on 99 and on our way home. And we stopped at the Sonic in Ferndale once we got across the border. Mmmmmm, cheese tater tots and cherry lime soda. So bad for me and yet . . . so good.

Yesterday I finally got a ham radio walkie-talkie I've had for almost 20 years back to working again and made a couple of contacts. The radio has an internal battery that needed to be replaced, and in the process of getting the back off I managed to mangle the heads of a couple of the screws that hold the back on. I've ordered replacements. That, and I had a beastly time getting a power cord rigged up so I could hook it to my semi-homemade power supply. I plan to just leave this radio at my operating position, set up to access the one or two repeaters I use the most and leave my "big rig" for other stuff. The next project is doing the prep work on a big box kite of an antenna. I'll describe it more in another post.
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Yesterday, as is often the case, I was tired when I got home from work. I couldn't just go take a nap, though. It was my granddaughter's birthday. She's 15 now. I still remember when she came home from the hospital. She was a cutie. (Still is, but in a different way. And a bit of a challenge, just like every other teenager.)

She is getting a corset for her birthday present, whenever they get around to delivering it.

So we had a houseful of kids for the party, from her (15) and the next oldest (10) down to about 3. There were PRESENTS! and CAKE! and ICE CREAM!! and LASAGNA FOR DINNER!! and they were all wound up and bouncing around like an Energizer Bunny made of Flubber.

I'm afraid I weenied out and hid in the bedroom. My excuse was that I have a bunch of ham radio nets I check into on Mondays (which is 100% true). There's still occasional static from the radio, but at the time I could deal with that a lot easier than I could a bunch of hyper children.

Maybe I should be happy we didn't have to put on a quincaƱera. I hear those are mighty expensive when you do the full experience. And I probably wouldn't have gotten to go hide in the bedroom and play radio.

At about 10 we put Igor the Younger to bed. He protested loudly that he wasn't tired for about four minutes before the protestations suddenly ended. Then at 4 he was up again, torturing his grandma, and by the time I got ready to leave for work at 7 he was running around distributing cards to everyone and proclaiming "Happy Valtimes!" Including my sleeping wife. He loves holidays of any kind.


Doctor's appointment this afternoon, then I need to decide on something to go do with my wife for Valtimes. I wonder if our favorite restaurant will have room for us. It's not a big swanky go-out-on-a-romantic-date-and-pay-a-hundred-bucks type of place, so they just might.
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This is me, about 9:30 at night, sitting in my office chair in front of my computer, playing my banjo and keeping half an ear on the conversation going between a couple of my friends on one of the local repeaters. They're talking about antennas. I might put down the banjo and join in if I have a question or something to add, but I'm mostly content to plunk and listen.

My grandson is trying to convince me to put a videotape into the VCR so he can watch it for about five minutes and go wander off and go do something else.

I have a house to live in, food to eat, interesting toys to play with and a loving family.

Life is good.

That is all.
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In attendance:

Second Igor, a/k/a Boofy, age 4
First Igor, a/k/a Princess, age 7
Head Mad Scientist In Charge, a/k/a Grandpa, age fifty-something

I let my igors help me drill the holes in the front panel of the power supply I'm working on. Oh, they didn't drill the holes. That's mad scientist work. Instead they held the faceplate steady while I drilled. The result is . . .



Well, it's a little disappointing. I had hoped the rows of power posts would be straighter than they ended up being.

But only a little, and it looks pretty good considering how little I've done in the field of do-it-yourself electronics. Especially the kind that doesn't come from a kit.

We have a ways to go yet. Tomorrow I need to do the wiring (which hasn't really started yet). This will involve solder, LEDs, resistors and probably more solder. Once all that's done I can attach the box in the picture to the power supply proper and it should be ready to test and run.

I want to get this done by Friday for two reasons:

1. The new radio is coming on Saturday! I want to have this ready so I can hook up the antenna and go, albeit I'll only be able to transmit on 2 meters for a while until the new antenna goes up.

2. This will power not only the new radio but an old Radio Shack handheld that I plan to refurbish. (It needs a new battery, but the old one is soldered in, somewhere in the middle of the radio.)

The kids had a blast helping me with this. We all wore surgical-style masks, which for some reason they had been trying to get me to let them do ever since I bought them. Good thing too. There was plenty of plastic dust flying around.

I doubt there's any chance I'll be able to get out of letting them help tomorrow, even though solder will be involved. It'll be great.
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I won an auction on eBay for the radio I wanted at about the price I was willing to spend.

I'm excited for it to get here, but honestly I have plenty of projects to keep me going until it does. And I'm falling behind on FAWM.

Hey, Talis Kimberley has a Morse Code refrain for one of her songs. Maybe I could write an entire song in Morse Code...

Naaaaah.

(I haven't verified this, but I'm told that the guy who scores the Inspector Morse dramas always writes the killer's name in Morse code into each episode. Not that that would help while you're watching it the first time through, probably, but if you know Morse it might be fun to watch an episode for the second time so you can see if you can pinpoint where it occurs, since you know what to look for.)
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This afternoon I took my life into my hands. I donned my khaki shorts and pith helmet, gathered up three days' worth of rations and an emergency flare, and ventured into my garage. (If all the boring descriptive stuff bores you, skip down to the paragraph that begins "Exploring through the garage...")

It never fails. If we live in a house for any length of time and it has a garage, the garage ends up having all kinds of stuff in it, with almost no organization. There's stuff in that garage I swear we packed two moves ago in a box that might as well be marked "Stuff" for all the usefulness.

I went in looking for my fake Dremel. It's a Black & Decker rotary tool, and for some reason I think of it as a Dremel, even though I know the Dremel people would probably be upset at my adulteration of their trade mark. So rotary tool it is for the time being. I know I had seen it in the front of the garage some time ago, but in that garage, there's no guarantee anything will be where you left it.

While I was looking something else in the back of the garage caught my eye, so I went around to the back door of the garage and went on a spelunking expedition. Here's a partial list of what I found:

Three tool boxes!! These tool boxes had been in the garage since the last move. One was almost empty but is made of wood and would make a beautiful steampunk accessory if I could figure out exactly what kind of accesory. Besides a wonderful assortment of tools the other two contained some parts I've been looking for that I'll need to put my ham radio station together. Of course there was an odd assortment of broken earphones, soldering irons with no tips, and miscellaneous unidentifiable hardware. I think I made my wife happy by actually throwing some of the broken stuff away.

My low whistle!! I had a feeling it was in this one particular box with a bunch of yardsticks and the like, but I hadn't been able to get to the box. I cleared out a few things, got to the box and there it was. It was shorter than I remember, which might be why I never found it before.

A music stand!! And not one of those flimsy music stands you buy for a buck three-eighty online. This is a good solid steel one. Probably too big to haul to cons, but I'll have to see if I can find a place of honor for it in my bedroom/rehearsal space.

My didgeridoo! I bought one several years ago when Folklife still had their Musical Instrument Emporium. I miss the Musical Instrument Emporium. I didn't retrieve it because it's up in the rafters and there's something heavy on top of it. It's safer where it is now.

The rotary tool!! Yay. Now I can start work on an antenna project I've been meaning to do.

Several things are still missing and out in the garage somewhere. My old ham radio transceiver I've had for over 30 years; an antenna I bought about 10 years ago; an antenna tuner I will need if I build one particular antenna I have in mind; my wooden alto and tenor recorders; and the rest of my junk box. "Junk box" is a term of art in ham radio for the collection of equipment and parts a ham drawn on for repairs or construction projects, and seldom contains actual junk. Much like a ham's "shack" is his operating position, whether it's a converted outhouse, a corner of the den or a separate structure nicer than most people live in. Yeah, Radio Shack totally stole the term to name their store, and most people have no idea.

With what I have now I'll be able to repair one of my trusty 2 meter handhelds and start on a project I'm working on to build a power supply for the radio I want to buy.

Exploring through the garage brought back happy memories of going to my grandfather's house. My mother's parents lived on a fairly large corner lot near an irrigation canal in Billings, Montana. I think Granddad build the house himself. It had all sorts of quirks, from antlers over the doors to cast iron animals trapped in recessed "cages" in the fireplace. And the garage! Granddad was a rock hound and a pack rat, and nowhere was this more evident than in the garage. There were boxes all through the garage with all kinds of things, from old magazines to lapidary supplies to radio parts. He never really seemed to mind that I poked around through the garage and the basement. It could be because I never asked him.

When I opened the door to the garage today I was hit by the same smell that Granddad's garage used to have. Old wood, masses of paper and mildew. Going through the tool boxes again only reinforced that. It's amazing what memories smells can bring back to you, isn't it?
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. . . but not just any radio.

I have been a radio ham since I was 13. Since then I've been on and off the air, mostly off, but when I've been on I've thoroughly enjoyed it. For the last few years my activity has primarily been checking into local VHF nets. It's fun and I get to meet a great group of fellow hams, but I want more.

You see, the kind of radio I'm doing at the moment is mostly limited to line-of-sight communications. Other frequencies allow for longer distance communications, and one of the most fun things about ham radio for me is getting on the air and chatting with random strangers from far away, possibly in a country I only barely know exists and will likely never visit.

There's another reason for having long distance capability. I am volunteering as an emergency communications coordinator for my church. As I interpret it, this means that if things were ever to go seriously sideways around here I'd want to be able to get word out to the outside world. You can do some of that with line-of-sight VHF communications and relaying, but I want the capability of doing it directly, or at least being to use other frequencies and nets if necessary.

(Any radio hams who may by chance be reading this are probably going "Geez, why doesn't he just say he wants HF capability so he can check directly into traffic nets if there's an emergency?" Well that's exactly what I want, but it would take a while to explain that a traffic net isn't something car-eating aliens use to gather their lunch.)

So I'm in the market for a radio that will handle both HF and VHF/UHF and won't set me back a bunch of money I don't have. For a couple of reasons I've settled on the Yaesu FT-857. It will do every ham band below 500 MHz except for one I don't use and is small enough to pick up and travel with if necessary. Its big brother the FT-897 is a distant second. It looks more like a ham rig is supposed to look, but it's $100-$200 more expensive and from all the reviews I've read, the '857 has the same functionality as the '897. The only thing it lacks is built-in compartments for a battery and power supply. I can handle those on my own.

My third choice would be a good used HF only rig. The '857 would be better because it can do HF or VHF/UHF as the need arises, but my budget may force me to go with what I can afford.

So if you happen to know of anyone who has some amateur gear they're interested in selling, pass the word along. I'm already stalking eBay and Craigslist and checking some local sources, but sometimes nothing works better than saying, "Hey, I know a guy who might be interested in that."

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