A month and a half ago, a wonderful human being whom I admired deeply and was fortunate to be close to passed away. The grief was intense and it kept coming back inexorably in waves that drowned my soul in
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔! 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓!
Barry Lewis! Barry Fisher! The other day I had to send a message to my friend in Armenia. Since it was late in the evening here in the US, and already past bedtime in Yerevan, I closed the message wishing
From Puerto Rico to the Whole World and Beyond: A Tribute to Mady – G4WHV
From Puerto Rico to the Whole World and Beyond: A Tribute to Mady – G4WHV I operated A52AA from Thimphu, Bhutan, earlier this month (December 2025), under difficult conditions with excessive, unidentified noise, the cause of which could not be established
Flying in the Face of OLEDs
Flying in the Face of OLEDs “Art derives a considerable part of its beneficial exercise from flying in the face of presumptions,” wrote Henry James in ‘The Art of Fiction,’ and I think that turn of phrase, which refers to
The Radio Amateur’s Creed
The other day on social media I shared my experience as an amateur radio operator of conversations with several stations from a particular country. The propagation conditions were extremely poor but my attempts at using their own beautiful, but complex,
Supporting the A52AA Effort Without Donating!
Supporting the A52AA Effort Without Donating! As you may know already, the next A52AA operation in Bhutan is planned for the last week of November. It will be a small, solo operator effort and will not fall into the category
Resounding Tinkles – Poems & Haiku: Z. T. Balian – A Review
From the pen of Z. T. Balian has emerged a new creation, Resounding Tinkles, a compilation of poems and haikus titled, seemingly paradoxically, by juxtaposing loud reverberation against light, clear sound. And the collection lives up to its name. The
𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊
Surpassing The Gift of the Magi One of the sights that puzzles and saddens me post-Christmas is that of presents, some of them still unopened, being unceremoniously dumped into donation bins placed at the doors of thrift shops. For someone
𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒔
Tears of Many Hues Jealousy turning to hate, They dumped their brother, Of the same flesh and blood, In a well; their own brother. Judged and condemned; No fair warning, no notice. Stripped of his favorite coat, Sold into slavery,
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚
There’s heaven in mercy And hell in revenge. Let redress free, And forgive – Yourself as well. Vengeance is a boomerang; It’s murder twice-over. Pardon is joy – to both. Let go. Live. Forgive. © Abie Alexander Stepanavan, Armenia August