“I’m Never Right”

I got this in email the other day. It is from New Tribes Mission and was written by Dena McMaster.

She stood at the edge of the crowd, appearing remote and cold. The others chatted merrily while they worked. Some were pounding grain; others were rubbing peanuts between two stones to make a delicious thick chunky peanut butter called tigamungo for the sauce.

The women glanced at the pale stranger from time to time but did not speak. They were waiting for the proper greeting from her. In their culture, the newcomer must speak first.

As she stood there seemingly aloof from all the activity, no one could see the frightened little girl that hid inside. The girl cried out, “I can’t talk to them! They always laugh! I never say anything right! I never know what to do! I’m never right!”

Finally, overcoming the fears and self degradation she called out hesitantly “Damba, Damba, Saakilibaa,” the proper tribal greeting, calling out the last names of the women present.

The women laughed and the little girl inside the cool, detached woman cringed. Outwardly she tried to smile. But she was crushed and the little girl inside began the litany of depreciation once again.

But much to her surprise one of the women approached her. “I am a Saakilibaa,” she said, “you are in my family.” The women were delighted because she tried to greet them.

They began talking animatedly. But they wanted her to do it right. So they began shouting their names back and forth in the proper Malinke way. They urged her to shout out their names. In Malinke culture the louder you greet someone the more honored they are.

But she thought, “I was brought up to never raise my voice. I can’t do this.”

Determined however to learn culture and language and to be accepted, she raised her voice and shouted with all her might, “Damba, Damba, Saakilibaa.”

Once again the women laughed. But this time she knew that they were laughing in delight at how hard she tried to be a good Malinke.

Pray for missionaries as they struggle to learn the often very difficult tribal language and culture, which is so very different from our comfortable “home culture.” Missionaries aren’t different from you. They have the same fears you do and need your prayers to bring the Gospel message to a lost and dying world.

And my cultural frustrations include people never arriving on time and businesses not making copies when they say they will.

Missionary Talks 08: Tammy Allred

Episode 8 is up! That means I have completed 2 months of this now.

I am planning on getting one of the sons of the last two missionaries to record with me. Get his take on things. Then there are other college missionary kids (MKs) home for the holidays.

Whew! I need a break. That was a lot more work than it should have been. I thought I would not have enough material for 15 minutes. Turned out, I had to chop out a lot.

Good-Bye Morse Code

December 15, 2006 will be remembered in history. It will be written about in newspapers over the next few days. I think the blogosphere will be abuzz about this for a while. No, not because it was my 37th birthday.

Yesterday marks the day that the FCC dropped all requirements [PDF] to know any Morse code to obtain an Amateur Radio license (Ham Radio). Though I am disappointed, I cannot say that I am at all surprised. It was just a matter of time.

There are valid arguments on both sides, for and against code requirements for licensing. I will give my take which will sound very wishy washy and will not solve any disputes. But here it is.

Those who oppose code argue that there is no need for it. The likelihood of catching a distress call over code is incredibly slim. This is because there are fewer people who know code today than there were 50 years ago. If you were in a boat that was lost at sea and you had a meager transmitter that could send out a CW signal better than voice, would you know how to do that? Sure you could send SOS because you heard it as a kid on TV, but what would you send after that? The argument goes that it is just not practically necessary to know.

They further argue that code is just one of the many operating modes. Why would the test requirements include code when it does not include testing for other specific modes? They say that the promoters of CW simply want to use code as a litmus test for gaining entrance to the club. If you don’t learn code then you are not worthy to join the ranks. They say that ham radio is dying as a hobby because of the code requirements. Old Timers whine and moan that the hobby is dying out with fewer people involved while the no-coders contend that it is the code that is the barrier to people joining (as if the code is much more difficult, or even impossible, to learn today than it was 10 or 50 years ago).moresleutel.jpg

On the other side of the field are those of us who “earned” our tickets instead of paying a fee and getting a license. They say code is not used as a barrier to keep good people out, rather it is a proof of commitment to the hobby. And commitment to the rules and community is what the ham radio ranks takes pride in.

Morse code at 5 WPM (the highest current requirement until yesterday) can be learned by anyone the pro-coders say. If you can memorize the ABCs and can count, you can learn code at 5 WPM. It is so incredibly slow that there is no need to actually be able to “hear” the code, rather you simply need to be able to count.

My thoughts on both sides. For those who are against the code I would say that it really is not that hard to learn. And it is certainly no harder than it was 50 years ago. Take my wife for example. She learned it simply because I asked her to. Not because she has any great love for contesting and talking to the world. She learned the 5 WPM in two weeks. She then passed her 13 WPM test a couple of months later. This does not take years to learn. It takes a small commitment for a few weeks, at most, to learn the code. If you can’t learn it, it is because you don’t want to. I admit there are people with learning disabilities that may need an exception, but that is not the majority of the whiners out there.

And, yes, it is a barrier to keep just anyone becoming a ham. I am sorry that you have grown up in an educational system that says everyone is equal and no one should be held back because they are not able to perform on the same level as someone else. That whole philosophy is destroying our nation. Where does that stupidity end? I guess when everyone who wants to be an Olympic athlete gets a gold medal simply because they desire one will be the culmination of that philosophy. As it stands today, if you want a gold medal, you need to earn it. Until yesterday, if you want certain privileges in the ham radio spectrum, you had to earn it.

Who cares that it is just one mode? You actually are tested on other modes of operation. They just happen to be the easier modes, therefore you don’t mind. Aren’t there some things you can and cannot say on the air? Do you get tested on that? Well, then you are being tested on phone operation. So stop the argument that testing on a specific mode, CW, is unfair because you are tested on other modes as well.morse_key1.jpg

To those on my side of fence–get over it. I hate hearing people complain that ham radio is going down the tubes and that people don’t want to join today. They don’t want to join because they don’t want to constantly hear you tell them how unworthy they are. We really don’t care that you had to sit in front of an FCC examiner and build a transmitter from the lint in your pockets. Now if you want to tell us that story because it is a great story, by all means, I would love to hear it. But if you are using that to say that I am unworthy and I am not a “real” ham, then go tell someone else. I am just not interested.

Yes, the numbers of participants in ham radio is falling. I believe it has little to do with the code requirements. We will see an initial insurgence of new hams, but that will wear off. I think there are two main contributers to the lack of interest in ham radio today.

One is that there are just way too many other distractions. My son and I were talking about the great chess players in the world. We made an observation. Most of them come from countries that do not have access to 200 TV channels, Internet broadband in every home that wants it, and, probably the most important, they do not even have reliable electricity. If you want good entertainment, you need to create it with things you can’t plug in. I may be terribly wrong on this, but chess in the US is far inferior to the great place the game holds in many other nations. That is not meant to slight the great US players, but that, in general, chess does not have the popularity it has in many places.key-ct6.jpg

Ham radio and chess in the US are not dissimilar. Ham radio suffers from the fact that there are simply too many distractions.

The second barrier has to do with people. Take an honest look at your ham radio club. If you did not already know the folks involved and they were not already your friends, would you want to join them? The most vocal of them are the old guys making comments about how much they miss the golden days of radio. Of course they are complaining to the newbies who are still starry eyed about having earned their first ticket.

This does not mark the end of the Amateur Radio service. It is just a step. It can be a step to greater days, or a step to the grave. It depends, in large part, on the community as to which way they want to go. There is certainly a place to fight for the standards of Ham Radio. But that fight is not with the new Tech that just got licensed. That fight is with the lawmakers and the movers and shakers within the FCC and the ARRL. Beating up the kid with the new ticket does far more harm than it does good.

Stop sulking about the “glory days” and make today the best day in the Ham Radio service.

73 de KU4LL

The festivities continue

This evening we took the kids to the house of some missionary friends to play while we went to eat.

After dropping them off we went to get my license back from the restaurant in the morning. They had said I could pick it up at noon or so. When I got there, they had not made the copy of the license. The lady told me to come back tomorrow. The place is not terribly far from where we live, but the principle of the thing is that they said they would have a copy of it by then and I did not want to come back later (because I doubt they would have made the copy by the next day anyway).

This restaurant is in a mall. The manager sent one of the workers to make a copy, after I had given them the money to cover the copy of course. The worker returned in about 4 minutes with the news that the copy machine was not working. I was told to come back tomorrow. I then, somewhat animatedly, explained to the manager that I was not going to come back and that I wanted my license back. I told her that I found it hard to believe that in the 3rd largest mall in the whole country that there was not a single working copy place. I further explained to her my frustration at the fact that they nowhere post that I have to have a copy of the document to get my free meal, they just say I have to show proof of birth date. I would not return. And to think, they wanted me to leave my passport for them to copy.

This went on for quite some time. Finally she said that she would see what she could do. She left and returned in less than a minute with the copy. What did she do then that she could not have done 15 minutes before? I have no idea, but she just added to my belief that some people will only do what they feel they absolutely have to do.

We then headed south towards downtown. Along the way at the largest intersection in town the traffic stopped. It took quite some time to get through the intersection. The reason was that someone had hit a pedestrian. We did not see the car that hit her (at least it was not obvious), but she was bleeding from the head and had bystanders watching over her and directing traffic. After we made it through the intersection we saw police cars headed that direction.

We then got to the restaurant of choice. The reason it was chosen was because they typically have live music (of the classical variety) that is not too loud, but enjoyable. We have only ever been there on Sunday afternoons. Tonight they did not have any music. Presumably because it was too early. It was about 6:30 at this time. The custom in this area is that most restaurants don’t even open until 8:00 (or later) because supper is not consumed until 10:00 at night. Way too late for me.

We skimmed through the menu and the thing that jumped out at both of us was Queso Relleno con Camarones [Cheese stuffed with shrimp]. It is a Yucatecan dish and was also the daily special. We both ordered that. The waiter returned in a moment to tell us that they did not have any more. How do you not have the daily special when you still have 6 hours of meal time left in the day?

No daily special? No music? To make a statement of our disgust, we left.

We then decided to check out an Italian restaurant in the Hyatt Hotel. We got there and seated a bit after 7:00. Only 1-1/2 hours later than we first had planned. It was good. My wife had fettuccine with a great sauce. It topped a chicken breast. There was also some very good ham and grilled onions in the sauce. Bursting with flavor.

I paid $10 for 6 raviolis. My wife’s description of the taste was something like: spinach raviolis stuffed with grilled salmon and topped with lemon pledge. I think that was pretty accurate. It was not very warm either. A bit disappointing. But her’s was so good.

We went and got the kids and brought them home. Then we had planned to brew some coffee and enjoy some cheesecake that we picked up at Sam’s today. Well, we were too stuffed for that. So they all went to bed and I am still here banging on the keyboard. The cheesecake by the way is from The Cheesecake Factory. It is one of the small pleasures we treat ourselves to on occasion. You can buy one of those for the same price as you can buy 2 desserts in a restaurant. And it is far better than any cheesecake we have had here with the exception of Boston’s, which is pretty good.

Happy Birthday Me!

Today is my birthday. Aren’t you glad to know that? There will probably be a few posts today about this day.

First I did not go to exercise class today. I also did not run. Getting into the spirit by making it a lazy day. On top of that, my normal Friday obligation has been canceled. So I am free to make this a real day off.

I got a new pair of gloves from my family. No, they are not for the cold weather here. They are weightlifting gloves, but I don’t use them for that. These replace my former gloves that I use for my kick-boxing exercise class. When we are throwing punches into the handbags it is nice to have your knuckles covered so that you don’t slide on the bag and cause friction burns. I used to just wrap my hands with elastic wrapping, but the gloves go on and off easier.

I also got a couple new pair of dress socks. I don’t wear them often (just 2 or 3 times a week), but the ones I have are getting old. I have not bought any new dress socks since we moved to México. That has been 2-1/2 years. Socks wear out and I have some that need to be retired. Great gift choice.

I also got a T-Shirt that was painted by my wife and has the hand prints of my kids on it. Let’s see it says, “!uoy evol eW ,yddaD” At least, that is what it says in the mirror here in my office. I am not sure what that means, but it looks nice.

As a gift to my wife, I decided to take us out for breakfast. The birthday boy gets his meal free at the buffet place we like to eat at. Also, she is taking me out for dinner, so she does not have to cook all day. After the meal this morning, I don’t think I will really be ready to eat again for a couple of days. But we will go out tonight anyway.

My scale gave me a gift this morning too. I had gotten down to a good weight of 186 and held steady for a while. Then, all of a sudden I jumped to 195 in 2 days and got stuck there. I have been working my way down for the last 6 weeks or so. Today I was back down to 186 for the first time in too many weeks.

So, to get revenge on my scale, this is what I ate this morning.

    2 Panuchos – tortilla, beans, lettuce and chicken
    2 Pancakes
    Scrambled eggs
    Ham and cheese quesadilla
    2 Cream cheese filled sweet rolls
    Bowl full of pineapple, cantelope and watermelon covered with strawberry yogurt, dried bananas, bran, oats and sunflower seeds
    Mollete – bean and cheese covered bread
    Waffle
    Cheese cake with raspberry glaze
    Coffee
    Orange juice (fresh squeezed)
    Diet Coke

There were some veggies, fruits and beans in there. The calorie count was probably enough for a week. But, you know what? I don’t care. When you basically eat well the rest of your days, it is fun to eat like this on occasion. The problem before is that this would have been a regular meal for me. Now it is something fun and special.

Last year we went to this same buffet for my breakfast, but did not know you could get your meal free. So this year we went specifically because the normally $12 buffet would be a freebie for me. I took my passport for proof of birth date. I was prepared…so I thought. Come to find out, you have to have a copy of your official document that they can put on record. They have to be able to prove to their superiors that they justifiably let a customer have a free meal.

Since we were there at a normal breakfast time, there were no copy shops open. So they requested that I leave my passport with them so that they could make a copy and then I could come back for it later in the day. As an American concerned about identity theft, I certainly would not do that. I left them my new Mexican license instead.