Many hobbies have some sort of cost associated, I would hope materials to do the hobby aren’t necessarily seen as negatives.
People have been doing HAM radio (and learning it), electronics tinkering, woodworking, fishing, etc for ages. There are upfront costs to get equipment, although used stuff abounds, ongoing costs are materials or components that one wants. For some things once you get it working you don’t necessarily have ongoing costs.
I see commercialism as exploitive, just purchasing things not so much.
I see commercialism as exploitive, just purchasing things not so much.
Yeah, to elaborate a little, the question’s more aimed at finding activities that aren’t actively trying to rope you into buying more and more to keep up. A couple classic examples of what I had in mind to avoid would probably be like a trading card game or some tabletop game with collectible(?) miniatures (not sure what those games are called), whereas with crafting hobbies it’s simply a necessity upon exhausting craft materials.
The amount of consumer pressure within ham radio can be larger than you think. HF rigs can go for thousands of dollars, with VHF/UHF gear up there too.
Yes there are a lot of far less expensive ways to enjoy amateur radio. And I really should get my too-long unused cheap rig out of storage and do some of them, like digital modes on a computer over HF or satellite with a homebrew antenna and my old analog HTs.
P.S. It’s ham not HAM. It has never been an acronym so it should never be capitalized. Ham radio at the beginning of a sentence just follows normal English language capitalization rules.
Jokes aside, Doro has a range of reasonably priced phones, from old style to Android smartphones, with “Old people interface” available to cut down on the techno fluff old folks likely won’t use. 3/4 grandparents were able to operate them, can recommend.
We (my parents) bought a plot of land a long time ago. We built a house there, it took over a year. We finally finished it up and moved in. A few weeks later, we were in the living room. rrrrRRRRRRRwwwwooooaaahaaaaaaAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWAAAAAAAaaaaaaawwwwwwwwAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWwwwwaaaaaawwwwwWWWWWAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwooooaaahaaaaaaAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWAAAAAAAaaaaaaawwwwwwwwAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWwwwwaaaaaawwwwwWWWWWAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwooooaaahaaaaaaAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWAAAAAAAaaaaaaawwwwwwwwAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWwwwwaaaaaawwwwwWWWWWAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWwwwwwwaaawwwwrrrrrrrrr r r r r r r r r r r rr
The windows were rattling, which was neat because they were new and tightly sealed. The doors were rattling, the dishes were rattling
Down in the tree line, half hidden in a grove of trees along a boarder road one property over (maybe 800ft), there was a pretty damned big siren. I’m still somewhat shocked we never noticed it during the construction. No idea what it was, no indication what it was. Just a loud AF air raid style siren. Nothing on the news, no internet or cell phones back then.
After asking the neighbors, it was apparently the test siren for the local nuclear power plant (40 miles away), We had never been there on the first Tuesday of the month at 1pm, so we had never heard it being tested.
More recently, I moved into a new house about 2 years ago. (several moves later) and I was outside on a brisk day. All of a sudden, there was a tonal version of a klaxon, (think LOST) ERRRRRTTTTTT ERRRRRTTTT ERRRRRRRTTTTT ERRRRRTTTTT (3 second pause) ERRRRRTTTTTT ERRRRRTTTT ERRRRRRRTTTTT ERRRRRTTTTT (3 second pause) ERRRRRTTTTTT ERRRRRTTTT ERRRRRRRTTTTT ERRRRRTTTTT (10 second pause) (indistinguishable human speech) WAH ME FNDL WA NAW MAW WAH NENELE FAH WA NA. EFF WANAWA, ME FEDLE ME NO, ME NO MO NO FANALWE FWK THO
We live somewhat near a small airport with a National Guard base attached. In the summer, it’s kinda quiet and far off as it’s a couple miles away. When the air is very cold and the wind blows the right way, it sounds like they’re doing it in my back yard with the exception that the speech is still absolutely unintelligible.
I grew up near a nuclear plant as well! We even got mailed the potassium iodide pill in case of emergency. I’m awful at onomatopoei, but it sounds like ours were different. Mine scaled up to a high, monotonous whine.
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I definitely agree with the hobby bit. I’ve talked to plenty of people that don’t have any hobbies or any passion for anything and they are just so soul draining to be around. I find with these folks you cannot have a good conversation with, either they don’t know about the topic, or any topic or they only answer in one or two word responses. They are just a black hole of any excitement or energy.
Ugh, this one hurts to read. I have plenty of hobbies and interests, but for whatever reason it feels so painful and awkward to discuss them with people i’m not already decently acquainted with, so it probably comes across as you describe to many folks.
Probably not, to be like the people I mentioned and met you almost have to try to be as disinterested as possible. If you say more than just 1 or 2 words when talking to somebody you’re already a lot better.
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