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1/27/12 The Visionary-1 When I was three, we moved to an apartment on the corner of Avenue K and East 14th Street in Brooklyn. Alfie, my age, lived across the street at 1129 East 14th Street. Alfie (Alfred E. Lake) and I got to be good friends, even at the age of four, going to the Dutch Reform Church a couple blocks away on Avenue K for Sunday school together. Then, when dad got a job designing and building a new airport for Philadelphia, we moved there. It wasn’t until I was eleven that we moved back to Brooklyn…this time to live with mother’s folks on 15th Street near Avenue N. So Alfie and I hooked up again, both of us later joining the Boy Scouts, and both going to Sunday school together, though the church had moved to Avenue M by now. When I was 12 my mother’s dad (Pop) died of pneumonia (mostly from smoking cigars, cigarettes, and a pipe). A few months later, when I was 13, Alfie and I arrived for Sunday school and a man was there with a big carton of radio parts, which he offered Alfie. Alfie asked if I was interested. You bet! When I saw I had the parts for a Popular Mechanics article on building a cigar box radio, that got me busy. It worked, and I was hooked! So, when I went to high school I joined the radio club, where I was introduced to amateur radio. With the club station, W2ANU, we were able to talk with hams all around the world. Hooked again! I built an all-wave radio so I could tune in the hams. Next I put on my roller skates and visited many of the nearby Brooklyn hams. I had a lot to learn about the technology to get my ham license. Worse, I had to be able to send and receive Morse Code at 13 words per minute! Who needed the code in this day of voice communications? The code was a left over from the old spark days, and so was the need to relay messages in order to send them very far, but the national ham organization, the American Radio Relay League, seemed stuck in the 1910s. For that matter, a hundred years later they still seem stuck back there, still pushing for hams to prove their Morse Code proficiency. However, despite the ARRL pressure, the FCC eventually granted no-code licenses. In the late 1930s the very high frequency (VHF) ham bands had just opened, so for some reason that was immediately my interest. The ARRL and QST, their magazine, pretty much ignored this, so I built a 2-1/2 meter two-tube (1G4GT and 1Q5GT) transceiver from an article in Radio, the other ham magazine. Naturally, when I got my W2NSD license, my very first contacts were with that little transceiver, as I walked along the street. When I went to college (RPI, in Troy NY), the dorm had no way to put up a VHF antenna, so I was active on our 160 meter band, with my antenna hung across the freshman quad. When I joined a fraternity I had more room for antennas and experimenting. When WWII came along and, at 19, I knew I was trench bait for the Army, I joined the Navy and went to radar school…the first fun school of my life. That was Bliss Electrical School (now Montgomery College), in Maryland, just outside Washington DC. I’d always been a C-student, just getting by. This time, I graduated at the top of my class! The challenge of the new radar technology was exciting. When I joined the Navy in DC they’d run out of uniforms, so they gave me two weeks leave over the Christmas holidays, and I returned home to Brooklyn. Oddly, when my grandmother and I went shopping in Manhattan we stopped for lunch at a gypsy tearoom. The gypsy looked at my tea leaves and said that was very strange. Somehow, though I was in the military, I was not in uniform. We’ll, that’s illegal without an OK (which I had). She then said someone with the initials T.J. had recently been a big influence on my life. That was Tom Jones, the man who got me the appointment to meet with Commander Borne at the Naval Research Lab in Anacostia VA, just across from DC. That meeting was why I joined the Navy. The gypsy went on to say she saw me going into a large building and coming out on top with my work. That turned out to be Bliss, and I did, as I said, come out at the top of my class. The gypsy was right in every part of her reading! When I graduated from the three-month course at Bliss, it was off to Treasure Island, in San Francisco Bay, for six more months at the Radio Materiel School. To be continued…of course. Visionary-2 My three months at Bliss Electrical Institute in Tacoma Park, MD, just outside DC, were the most fun in school I’d ever had. We learned how power supplies worked by building and testing them. Then, radio receivers. Well, we were in the Navy, so we did get outside every day to learn to march. And, there was a radio in the corner of the rec room where I was able to listen to classical music broadcasts between classes. I even kept a log of the pieces I listened to. On weekends I took the bus into DC and headed for the USO, where they had a room with some classical music records and a player. I played my favorite, Chabrier’s España, hundreds of times. I still remember the song, to the tune of The Man on the Flying Trapeze: Today Mr. Meuller was talking to you, about a device for which credit is due It’s called a transformer, a choke coil to you, and the things said about it are nice. It steps down the voltage, and steps up the amps, furnishing energy far. It gives us the voltage to light up our lamps, and a hot spark for our car. Oh, the oil cools the coil with the greatest of ease, reducing the losses due to hys-tra-sa-seze, making an efficient device. As the gypsy fortune teller predicted, instead of just eking by, I had the top grades of the class. From there we took a train across the country to San Francisco, then a ferry to Treasure Island, for six months at the Radio Materiel School. Six fun months. With several instructors hams, I fit right in. We lived in barracks, not far from the classrooms and labs. After a lecture on some subject, such as how oscilloscopes work, we’d head to a lab where there were fiendishly disabled oscilloscopes for us to fix. Or signal generators, transmitters, receivers, radars, antenna, and so on. Wow, what fun. In the evenings a group of us played poker in the barracks. I was good enough so I didn’t have to draw any pay for the whole six months. Plus I had enough to buy tailor-made uniforms and visit San Francisco on liberty. When I heard they had a chorus. I joined that. That was more fun…rehearsing and giving concerts at special events and a couple of radio broadcasts. Two months before we were to graduate a chap, who was leaving, asked if I’d be interested in continuing his sandwich business. Ever the entrepreneur, of course I would! So I got daily deliveries of cartons of sandwiches from a downtown deli and had a team of fellow students sell them in the barracks evenings. After the war, and back at college, I had our fraternity make the sandwiches and some students sell them in the freshman and upper-class dorms. That gave me money to buy more ham equipment. As the end of the six months neared on Treasure Island I had to decide whether to let Commander Bourne at the Anacostia Naval Research Lab know to cut orders for me to come back and work in the lab, or go to sea. I figured that working in the lab was more appropriate for someone with a family, and since I was more expendable, I should volunteer for sea duty. I’d always hated being ordered to do things, so I felt I’d do best on a small ship, where I would be in charge of the electronics, and just report to the captain. Submarine duty offered extra hazard pay and, not caring if I died or not, I volunteered. First, there was a physical exam, so I reported to the sick bay, along with the other sub duty volunteers. It started with an eye exam, so I memorized to 20/20 line of the eye chart…just in case. DEFPOTEC. Backwards: CETOPFED. I passed with my eyes closed. Next I was weighed. Oops! They said I was disqualified because I was overweight. Well, I’d been fat ever since I spent a summer, when I was seven, with my mother’s folks in Bethlehem, NH, where my grandmother cooked pies, cookies, muffins, cakes, and so on. I asked, “So, how much overweight am I?” They looked it up and said I was 12 pounds over. I said, “Okay, today’s Friday, if I come back Monday 12 pounds lighter, will that do it?” They said it would. When I got back to the school they asked if I’d passed the physical. I said I had to go back Monday to finish. From then until the Monday weigh-in I ate and drank nothing. I spent Saturday running the school’s obstacle course. On Sunday I did that a few more times, then off to San Francisco, for a steam bath, where I was parboiled for several hours. By Monday I’d sweated off almost 15 pounds of lard! I reported back to sick bay, where they weighed me. I’d passed! Then they said, sorry, I was disqualified because I had flat feet. When I got back to the school they asked again if I’d passed. This time I lied, saying I had. Months later, after we’d survived a fierce depth charge attack, I’d go to the yeoman’s cubicle and get out my folder, where it was stamped that I was disqualified for submarine duty. Yeah……there’ll be more. 1/26/12 The Blind Obviously oblivious to the enormous changes the re-emergence of cold fusion from that hastily MIT dug grave (to protect the millions they were getting for hot fusion research) and the oil money fueling the Department of Energy, the nuclear power people are investing billions building more reactors. More billions are being dumped into fracking out west, and building a new cross-country oil pipeline. And, up here in New Hampshire, there’s a push to invest millions in a power line from Canada down through our White Mountains. The wind-power and solar cell industries are busy building more factories (mostly in China). When a new technology comes along that costs one-tenth the old, it has yet to fail to put the old out of business. Minicomputers came along at a tenth the price of main frames, almost totally wiping out the main frame industry. And then came microcomputers (now called personal computers) at a tenth the cost of minicomputers. Pfft, went the minicomputer giants: Wang, Data General, Prime, and DEC. Cold fusion, a.k.a. E-Cat, provides non-polluting energy at around a thousandth the cost of oil. I published the scientific data on the technology 18 years ago in my Cold Fusion journal. As what’s coming begins to dawn on investors, the wiser short-sellers will make billions. If I had any energy investments, I’d sure dump ‘em. If the people in today’s energy industries will check Tech Visionaries, they’ll find I haven’t been wrong yet on seeing new world-changing technologies coming…and even helping them come. Sure, it’ll take a while before a hundred million American homes, and a few million more businesses are heated and powered by cold fusion units…but what a fantastic new market it’s going to be! Manufacturing, sales, installations, and service will be huge industries…world-wide. And then capacitor batteries will start the automotive industry all over again…including trucks, buses, tractors, and etc. Trillions! With China and India graduating twenty times as many engineers, will we have the expertise here to develop and make these new products, or will we be importing them? MAERSK will have to get busy building more of their gargantuan ships to deal with it. Oh, that’s if we, with so little ways left to make money, will be able to afford them. A lot of Americans may be stuck buying gasoline for their obsolete cars because they can’t afford the new cars, which cost nothing to drive. A lot of this future lies in your votes come November. 1/25/12 IQ Many years ago I read a book on IQ research results. It reported that blacks averaged about 15 points under whites, while Asians were averaging ten points higher than whites. The consistency of the research results strongly suggested that IQ must be inherited. I’ve just run across some data making that conclusion suspect. Now, I’m favoring the IQ difference being in the mother’s and baby’s diet during the time the baby’s brain is growing the fastest. Research has shown us that our body’s design firmed in the Paleolithic era, when we were hunter-gatherers, and ate everything raw. Plus this was before we started growing our food, which introduced grains to our diets. Grains, alas, have been proven to be toxic. Now, researchers in China have shown that families who eat rice instead of wheat have higher IQs. For some reason rice is much less toxic, which could explain that IQ difference. Still, rice is a grain, so I’ll be surprised if mothers who avoid all grains during pregnancy don’t have children with higher IQs. Why take a chance? Why gamble the baby’s level of intelligence? D’uh? For the sake of her child, a mother should be able to stick to an organic raw food diet for nine months. 1/23/12 Birth Effects That’s the opposite of defects, which new mothers sure want to avoid. Life is tough enough when all your parts are in perfect shape and you have all your marbles. But, why settle for the average when more is within your reach? How about giving your next child the opportunity to be a genius? Sure enough, those pesky butt-in scientists have been researching baby’s prenatal development and discovered things you can do that can make a world of difference to your child’s life. The food needed to grow a complete operating baby from that tiny fertilized egg all comes from what mommy eats. Little Icky, in there, shares her every bite. Gee, maybe that’s another good reason for mommy to chew every bite totally so her digestive system can get all the good out of it for both her and little Icky. The process starts with chewing and the saliva getting the food ready for the stomach to process. There, the acid pours in to ready the food so the colon can get the good out of it into the blood stream, which is now shared with the baby. Please, please don’t pour water, or anything, into the stomach to interfere, allowing much of the food to just go on through to the toilet, robbing both mommy and baby of needed nourishment. I hope you won’t be surprised to learn that the prenatal period of super-fast baby development is a really lousy time to add poisons to the mix. Any poisons you eat, drink, or breathe, shoot down the umbilical cord and raise hob with the baby’s programmed development (particularly the brain…where the marbles are kept). We’re used to poisoning ourselves, cutting our potential lives about in half and giving us unpleasant, expensive, surprises, such as cancer, heart disease, and so on. Scientists tell us that the major poisons we’ve been ignoring are: cooked food, sugar, grains, caffeine, alcohol, nicotine, drugs, mercury (amalgam fillings and in vaccinations), fluoride, and so on. Alas, researchers tell us mommy’s morning wake-up cup of coffee can be as birth defecting for their baby as crack cocaine. So, is it possible for mommy to live with a healthy diet, at least for nine months for the sake of little Icky? Or are her addictions more powerful than common sense? There are a lot more things mothers can do to help Icky’s brain develop. Please read The Prenatal Classroom. (Amazon has ‘em for $8 used.) Playing classical music and reading can give Icky a head start (pun intended). 1/18/12 False Flags What a prize bunch of suckers our dumbing-down public school system has produced! We uncomplainingly let Roosevelt force us into WWII. If you think I’m exaggerating, do your homework. Read Day of Deceit by Stinnet (used: $3.21). With Iraq it was weapons of mass destruction (WMDs) that turned out to not exist. With Viet Nam it was the Gulf of Tonkin attack on us that never happened. With the Oklahoma City bombing it was the Patriot 1 Act, which was quickly and quietly jammed through. With 911, presto: there was the Patriot 2 Act, further robbing us of liberties. Plus Afghanistan. 1/12/12 Health-101 While the secret of how to cure any illness, never get sick again, and probably double your lifespan, is simple, I’m up against your deeply inculcated beliefs in doctors (our most respected professionals), our protection by the AMA, FDA, NIH, CDC, and other alphabet health groups. Oh, heck, throw in the American Cancer Society too. It wasn’t until I read Maximize Immunity by Bruno Comby that I began to wise up to the enormity of the health-care scam…and what a prime sucker I’ve been. Comby, who runs Institute Comby, in Paris, wised up when he did some research and found that in every research report on experiments with dogs and cats, those fed cooked food were living only about half as long as those fed raw food, and were getting cancer, heart disease, and other human ailments. Comby then put his patients on raw food diets, with the result that he claims he could find NO incurable illnesses. I called him, over in Paris, and asked about that. He said his patients were curing any cancers, heart disease, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, and so on. His only failures were the patients who went back to cooked food diets (www.comby.org). It didn’t hurt when I heard Dr. Lorraine Day, a well-known San Francisco trauma surgeon on a radio interview (with Art Bell) explaining that when she got a breast cancer she knew that the required chemo and radiation therapies were failures, so she refused them. Her cancer spread through her body and a few days before her expected death (she’d been given last rights), she changed her diet to all raw food, juicing fruits vegetables, and drinking a lot of pure water. Total cure! She now has a video available, Cancer Doesn’t Scare Me Anymore. Also, see www.drday.com. Of course I had to share what I’d learned, so I wrote my Secret Guide to Health, hoping I could start helping to save lives. I got a call from Dr. Day thanking me and saying my book was, “Right on the money.” Well, scientists tell us that their research suggests that if we give our bodies the nutrition they’re designed to need, plenty of pure water, exercise and sleep, they should be good for some 120 to 200 years. Since all other mammals are living from eight to twelve times their age at puberty, that equates to the same 120 to 200 years in human lives. It’s the nutrition where we are really screwing ourselves. Researchers tell us that our body design firmed up in the hunter-gatherer Paeolithic age, back before we learned to cook or grow grains, so cooked food and grains are toxic when we eat them, stopping our immune system from doing it’s work in order to fight the poisons. Ditto sugar, caffeine, alcohol, and other recent abominations…like vaccinations and dental amalgam (they’re loaded with deadly mercury). Our body’s system is fairly simple. We put food in our mouth and chew it so the saliva can start the digestive process. Next, it goes into the stomach, where the acid gets it all set for the colon to get the good out of it and into the blood stream. So, instead of chewing each bite thoroughly, we chew thing just enough to avoid having to call Heimleich, and send it on down. The lumps are too large to be processed by the stomach, so they go down the colon and out into the toilet. We help screw up the system by pouring water, tea, coffee, beer, etc., into the stomach to make sure the acid can’t do it’s job. Once you learn to chew your food until it’s liquid, though it takes a long time, you’ll find that it takes only about half as much food for you to feel full. Your old chewing system has been deeply ingrained, so you’ll have to keep your mind on your chewing, and not be distracted by others or TV. It takes a while to break a lifetime habit. After a while on raw food you’ll find that your interest in cooked food disappears. 1/9/12 Before Kleenex Starting when I was eight, every fall I had hay fever. This was before Kleenex, so at home I had to keep a roll of toilet paper handy to blow my nose. And, when I went to school, I took along eight to ten handkerchiefs. When it started, a doctor gave me scratch tests and found I was allergic to goldenrod, ragweed, trees, animals, and a bunch of foods. Just a few bites of watermelon and I’d lose my voice. Eventually I completely grew out of it, but it took years. Kleenex sure would have made my hay fever a lot easier to deal with. These days we keep a box in the car, and one in almost every room. I haven’t needed a handkerchief in years. 1/5/12 Nutritional Healing The book title is: Prescription for Nutritional Healing — “A Practical A-to-Z Reference to Drug-Free Remedies Using Vitamins, Minerals, Herbs, & Food Supplements.” By Phyllis A. Balch, CNC. Copyright 2000. It’s an 8-1/2 x 11-inch, 776-page monster. The index runs nine pages! Naturally I started looking to see what the book had to say about cooked food. There was only one reference, on page 2, where it warned about food cooked at very high temperatures. Okay, how about milk? Nothing. Pasteurization? Nope. Raw food? No. Well, how about meat? Nada. Chewing? Nil. Sugar? There’s nothing about not eating it. She does write a little about the immune system, but not what poisons to avoid. Phooey. It’s just another of the millions of so-called health books (but huge). 1/3/12 Poems Google: The Vagabond’s House by Don Blanding so you can share this wonderful poem with me. The verse about his pictures really got me, because over my fireplace is an 1909 oil by Willy Hankin of the ocean. Just the ocean. No ships or lighthouses, as Edward Hopper has included in his sea paintings. Pictures . . . I think I’ll have but three: One, in oil, of a windswept sea , With the flying scud and the waves whipped white . . . (I know the chap who can paint it right) In lapis blue and deep jade green . . . A great big smashing fine marine That’ll make you feel the spray in your face. I’ll hang it over my fireplace. One day in 1945, in San Francisco, while my boat was being refitted, I was walking by an art store when a painting in the window stopped me. It was just of the ocean, but it was so real! Wow! I went in and asked the price. $800! In those days that was almost the price of a brand new car! Well, I had the money, so I bought it and had it sent home to Brooklyn. A few days later I got a call from a lieutenant. He’d seen the painting too, and was disappointed to have missed getting it. He wanted his wife to see it, so I gave him my home address in Brooklyn NY. Sure enough, a few weeks later, they showed up just to see it. They asked to let them know if I ever wanted to sell it. Well, I haven’t. 1/2/12 Cold Fusion With the use of oil and the huge world industry relying on it, how long will it take for the change to cold fusion power? Well, history tells us that any time a new technology comes along that costs a tenth as much, the more expensive technology is doomed. In my experience, we had the main-frame computer industry, with systems in the million dollar range. Then came the minicomputer, with DEC, Data General, Wang, Prime, etc., and their $100,000 systems, which put the main-frame companies out of business in short order. Next came the personal computer, in the $10,000 range, and that in a very short time, was the end of the minicomputer companies. So, with cold fusion energy at a hundredth the cost of oil, will it really take decades for the change? History says no. Let’s say a home unit might cost $10,000, and provide all the heat and electricity a family could need, and at almost no operating cost. No more heating bills. No more electric bills. No more gasoline expenses. The problem will be making the equipment fast enough, not selling it. I doubt we’re looking at decades. |
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