Two unconnected conversations from work have somehow joined together in my brain. The first one was in the morning, a fellow staffer telling me about her nephew who is a filmmaker. He’s making a film about some famous radio personalities as children playing with those home built radios people used to use in the old days … to talk to other people far away … it took us a both few minutes to remember what these were called. Ham radios. Her nephew is going to enter the film in a contest.
Later in the day I was meeting with a new hire. A fun new duty for me is to give new staffers a computer orientation session. I show them the basics then ask for questions. Well today’s new hire was a seasoned web explorer already. We talked about all kinds of webby stuff, he likes Firefox and Chrome. He was about to share his opinion on blogs, but sharply stopped and asked me if I had a blog. (I guess I must LOOK like I’d have a blog.) Rather than freely admit that I have a blog, I said just go ahead and let me have it. “Blogs are […pause…] retarded.” he says. I said “Yeah they are”. So he gets it. I’ll save it for later to tell him that for every 5000 or so retarded blogs, there are probably 10 dys-retarded ones. And of that 10, 2 are amazing, 3 are cool, and 5 are intelligent. No blogevangelist am I. He’s entitled to his opinion. Even if it’s right. The real barrier here is time. As always.
So, ham radio and blogs. Is there a connection? I think there is. Think about it. Strangers talking to each other across great distances. Except blogging is quieter. No sound, no fury. No signifying nothing.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Do count your blessings before they hatch! And please remember this above all: Don’t listen to everything you hear!