The Deafening Silence (update: now with humor!)

I don't know where I originally heard "the silence is deafening," but I do very much understand it. When I was in Adirondack Park, each night when I retired I could only hear a deafening ringing in my ears. Static almost. There was absolutely no noise at all. And no Internet (<-- read me. the picture is priceless.) access, either, so I couldn't blog about it.

In my apartment there is always ambient noise of some sort: cars, buses, air conditioners, mindless zombies sports fans pouring out of The Garden, my upstairs neighbor doing what I can only describe as dropping hundreds of ping pong balls on the floor - repeatedly. One mostly doesn't "hear" these sounds until moments like this: I'm in the basement of Rebecca's house (spare bedroom), having met her family and all that, and everyone has gone to bed and it is deafeningly silent.

I'll be going to their church tomorrow. I understand that at this church the four of them represent fifty percent of the attendees. I've never had the honor of constituting one-ninth of a church. Update: Twenty-four people in attendance. I was mislead.

Did I already mention that I passed the FCC Element 2 exam for my amateur radio license? I'm officially KC2SUS. Catchy, huh? Now I just need a large balloon and a tank of helium. And a GPS. And a 2M transmitter. And an APRS encoder. And a 2M receiver. And an APRS decoder. I guess I need a lot of stuff. But I have my license. Well, actually it hasn't arrived yet. But I passed. And I have a call sign. Oh yeah.

BTW, I read somewhere that there's an impending shortage of helium. Its mined, as I recall. Maybe my balloon project will end up having more in common with the Hindenburg.