FM Radio

<I listen to FM while jogging so I don't have to pre-record anything.
(Plus I can listen to NPR news if I want.) I need several presets so
I can jump stations when a commercial comes on.

I bought a Panasonic RF-SW50 (which features two sets of five presets
and an arm band), but the sensitivity and selectivity are surprisingly
poor. I've been told that this is due to inadequate antenna design.
Can someone recommend a sports radio that has much better FM
performance characteristics?>

NPR?
No doubt about it ~
Tune on in, way far out, just hear ~
www.wnyc.org
Try late night New Sounds, 11 pm
EST.
The Best de la Best to ~

Ballast me, off center
I now go ~ Sailing off to Ballicatter ~ An ice
Ridge formed along the shoreline by waves
And freezing spray.

Just gone seeking
My
Ghost~est’s with
The
Most~est!

Just my Sacred Host,
Of which I often Boast,
Sailing my boat across the Sea of Thyme,
My cargo, my crew neck sweater, my ancient
Rhyme. Eternal Herri[ti]ck
(ca. 1591–1674) ~

“O Years! and Age! Farewell
Behold I go,
Where I do know
Infinity to dwell.”

Socrates, you know,
Began the trend. So go blame him!
O know ~ Yes m’am, the suicidal acceptance,
An honorable choice, confers a high post-graduate degree,
A choice existential option.
~ Dr. Lettersnow, Su.D., M.F.A., 2

Socrates did, too. He also knew,
But saved himself, not!
Socrates knew his options’ lottery, a roulette ~
Fortune’s Lady ~ wheel spun, maintaining
Painstaking poker-face
Solemnity, before padding over to see Ms.
Liza Minelli’s late-night Vegas cabaret show
Over at The Bellagio.
Of Plato and Aristotle, yes, now, back
To those dolts. They worried not,
Knowing well, in good hands
They were held, their teacher, Mr. Socrates.
So, all’s swell, thought they. Last words,
Socrates said to them, his pupils ~
“Can you rise above even Descartes,
Newton, and Einstein? Much later, too,
How about Husserl, Levis, and Camus?”
Aristotle and Plato, klewless, drew a blank, stared
Haplessly back at one another, lost.
Levis? 504s? Or Vintage Aged?
Their woolen chitons, then, still, all the rage.
Levis? Not! Yes, both knew the future not.
“What’s not,” said Plato.
To which, Aristotle replied,
“Who’s hotter?”

Socrates sighed,
Resigned himself, took a mental note,
Thought better, later, designed to see, also,
After Ms. Liza, Mr.
Sammy Davis, Jr., too. So final words,
He uttered, “Suicide, yes, an honorable choice,
You think? A last resort [Not unlike Las Vegas],
A secured reservation,
A solo flight, a desert oasis, booked alone.
A misdirection, knowledgably opted for,
A sure sign, all’s awry, gone way far
Too wrong, too.
A Song de Misery, performed in the round
At the 4:30 am show. No preview. No
Audience. All gone. Just the bare bones. & Mr.
Socrates, draped in his wooly chiton,
No,
Not wrong ~
Just Dunkin, my Boston’s Crème de la crème,
Paired with cappuccino
Foam, to glaze my shell. Too soft I am,
My soul, dontcha know?
O know! Now
Need Donut, too, don’t you know?
Herb, Sock, stay, please don’t go ~
My buds, my lost, my founds. Here,
Have another demitasse. Employ your talents
Ghostly, now express us something hotter.
Something not.

~ Snip, slip ~

Yes, my outer shell needs
Chiron, in Greek mythology,
The Centaur, known for great wisdom,
Who was the tutor of Greek heroes
Such as Hercules, Achilles,
And Jason.

~ Ringy, ding ~

Chiton ~ a small primitive marine
Mollusk who lives on rocks
And who has an elongated body protected
By a shell consisting of eight overlapping plates.
[Class:Polyplacophora] Or
A loose knee-length woolen tunic
Worn in ancient Greece.

Chiral ~ a molecule whose atom
Arrangement cannot be superimposed
On its mirror image.

Poets, their words,
Logos, trust their art.
But beware. Their words, as Plato warned,
Do not always match their life.
Many a poet’s gone way far mad,
But their words ring true.
Art’s art; life’s life.
Sometimes, they are, often not.
A mirror instructs, but alas, so it reverses.
If you trust the mirror’s right
Is real right, fast road kill you’ll become.
Grazed over, a running car over you.
Deny evil, fight,
Rather than only watch.
Action take. Words, too, read, make, too.
But compliment, buttress, word’s wisdom.
Make a fuss!
For the weak cannot always fight,
Nor even the strong, for themselves,
Their battles ~ So take metaphorical arms,
Fight the battles
For the impaired. For as Ms.
Diane Sawyer so wisely says,
“There, but for the Grace of God,
Go I.”

When all’s one, all’s safe,
Help the weak grow strong. But do not instruct
The weak in the midst of their being beaten,
For that’s surely allowing evil
To carry out its ends.

“The only thing I really like
To shrink
Is ignorance.”
~ Dr. Dingaling Ph.D

Knowing firsthand
Evil, pain, destruction, aggression ~
Alleviates ignorance.
But right, they are not.
To bear forth useful truth,
An eaten fruit, a ripened on, too,
A needed wisdom, food for the hungry,
One teaches how to flourish
Without undoing, nourish without
Uprooting, Feed both body and soul.
To plant seeds within but not without destroys
Beyond reason’s
Mean. A lost season. Excess harvest
Rarely survives, instead,
Decays. Yet, feeds another, another day.
But alas, the one who lost ignorance,
Who knew too well, first-hand
Evil, dies.

NPR? You bet!
WNYC. All the news that's fit to hear,
For any ear ~
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
<A
HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

What?

On 03 Dec 2004 19:35:21 GMT, [email hidden] (Twittering One)

Quoted message said:

<I listen to FM while jogging so I don't have to pre-record anything.
(Plus I can listen to NPR news if I want.) I need several presets so
I can jump stations when a commercial comes on.

I bought a Panasonic RF-SW50 (which features two sets of five presets
and an arm band), but the sensitivity and selectivity are surprisingly
poor. I've been told that this is due to inadequate antenna design.
Can someone recommend a sports radio that has much better FM
performance characteristics?>

NPR?
No doubt about it ~
Tune on in, way far out, just hear ~
www.wnyc.org
Try late night New Sounds, 11 pm
EST.
The Best de la Best to ~

Ballast me, off center
I now go ~ Sailing off to Ballicatter ~ An ice
Ridge formed along the shoreline by waves
And freezing spray.

Just gone seeking
My
Ghost~est’s with
The
Most~est!

Just my Sacred Host,
Of which I often Boast,
Sailing my boat across the Sea of Thyme,
My cargo, my crew neck sweater, my ancient
Rhyme. Eternal Herri[ti]ck
(ca. 1591–1674) ~

“O Years! and Age! Farewell
Behold I go,
Where I do know
Infinity to dwell.”

Socrates, you know,
Began the trend. So go blame him!
O know ~ Yes m’am, the suicidal acceptance,
An honorable choice, confers a high post-graduate degree,
A choice existential option.
~ Dr. Lettersnow, Su.D., M.F.A., 2

Socrates did, too. He also knew,
But saved himself, not!
Socrates knew his options’ lottery, a roulette ~
Fortune’s Lady ~ wheel spun, maintaining
Painstaking poker-face
Solemnity, before padding over to see Ms.
Liza Minelli’s late-night Vegas cabaret show
Over at The Bellagio.
Of Plato and Aristotle, yes, now, back
To those dolts. They worried not,
Knowing well, in good hands
They were held, their teacher, Mr. Socrates.
So, all’s swell, thought they. Last words,
Socrates said to them, his pupils ~
“Can you rise above even Descartes,
Newton, and Einstein? Much later, too,
How about Husserl, Levis, and Camus?”
Aristotle and Plato, klewless, drew a blank, stared
Haplessly back at one another, lost.
Levis? 504s? Or Vintage Aged?
Their woolen chitons, then, still, all the rage.
Levis? Not! Yes, both knew the future not.
“What’s not,” said Plato.
To which, Aristotle replied,
“Who’s hotter?”

Socrates sighed,
Resigned himself, took a mental note,
Thought better, later, designed to see, also,
After Ms. Liza, Mr.
Sammy Davis, Jr., too. So final words,
He uttered, “Suicide, yes, an honorable choice,
You think? A last resort [Not unlike Las Vegas],
A secured reservation,
A solo flight, a desert oasis, booked alone.
A misdirection, knowledgably opted for,
A sure sign, all’s awry, gone way far
Too wrong, too.
A Song de Misery, performed in the round
At the 4:30 am show. No preview. No
Audience. All gone. Just the bare bones. & Mr.
Socrates, draped in his wooly chiton,
No,
Not wrong ~
Just Dunkin, my Boston’s Crème de la crème,
Paired with cappuccino
Foam, to glaze my shell. Too soft I am,
My soul, dontcha know?
O know! Now
Need Donut, too, don’t you know?
Herb, Sock, stay, please don’t go ~
My buds, my lost, my founds. Here,
Have another demitasse. Employ your talents
Ghostly, now express us something hotter.
Something not.

~ Snip, slip ~

Yes, my outer shell needs
Chiron, in Greek mythology,
The Centaur, known for great wisdom,
Who was the tutor of Greek heroes
Such as Hercules, Achilles,
And Jason.

~ Ringy, ding ~

Chiton ~ a small primitive marine
Mollusk who lives on rocks
And who has an elongated body protected
By a shell consisting of eight overlapping plates.
[Class:Polyplacophora] Or
A loose knee-length woolen tunic
Worn in ancient Greece.

Chiral ~ a molecule whose atom
Arrangement cannot be superimposed
On its mirror image.

Poets, their words,
Logos, trust their art.
But beware. Their words, as Plato warned,
Do not always match their life.
Many a poet’s gone way far mad,
But their words ring true.
Art’s art; life’s life.
Sometimes, they are, often not.
A mirror instructs, but alas, so it reverses.
If you trust the mirror’s right
Is real right, fast road kill you’ll become.
Grazed over, a running car over you.
Deny evil, fight,
Rather than only watch.
Action take. Words, too, read, make, too.
But compliment, buttress, word’s wisdom.
Make a fuss!
For the weak cannot always fight,
Nor even the strong, for themselves,
Their battles ~ So take metaphorical arms,
Fight the battles
For the impaired. For as Ms.
Diane Sawyer so wisely says,
“There, but for the Grace of God,
Go I.”

When all’s one, all’s safe,
Help the weak grow strong. But do not instruct
The weak in the midst of their being beaten,
For that’s surely allowing evil
To carry out its ends.

“The only thing I really like
To shrink
Is ignorance.”
~ Dr. Dingaling Ph.D

Knowing firsthand
Evil, pain, destruction, aggression ~
Alleviates ignorance.
But right, they are not.
To bear forth useful truth,
An eaten fruit, a ripened on, too,
A needed wisdom, food for the hungry,
One teaches how to flourish
Without undoing, nourish without
Uprooting, Feed both body and soul.
To plant seeds within but not without destroys
Beyond reason’s
Mean. A lost season. Excess harvest
Rarely survives, instead,
Decays. Yet, feeds another, another day.
But alas, the one who lost ignorance,
Who knew too well, first-hand
Evil, dies.

NPR? You bet!
WNYC. All the news that's fit to hear,
For any ear ~
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
<A
HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

--
Bob Simon
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Electric Wood Wind Wound, Bow Tie Plays
....So, like, Louis,
Where’s Laurie?
Got airplanes,
Got electric Morning Wood
Wind instrument, a spiked bow
Tie, too?...

And speaking of toy
Pianos ~ Ms.
Jocelyn Poulk,
My, or 1, fave keyboard composer,
Come on down!
Score us ~
_______
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<< What? >>

But Mr,
Simon!
O you know,
Got spare time,
Got Morning Wood Ned Edition?
Come on down ~
Anchor NPR(2).
Be here, but you, no,
Never square.
So there! Got that?
Go get Mr.
Cotter, too, or, O know!
Today, not yet, I have not read
The New York Times, nor
Yes, I confess, I forgot, well, no,
Not really, forgot not I,
But no, I have not yet
Read yesterday's What's
Next. So while I'm gone over
There, I check for Mr.
Cotter, too ~
[Hey!]

8gone8

_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
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I think I accidently wandered into the wrong newsgroup.

On 04 Dec 2004 00:46:59 GMT, [email hidden] (Twittering One)

Quoted message said:

<< What? >>

But Mr,
Simon!
O you know,
Got spare time,
Got Morning Wood Ned Edition?
Come on down ~
Anchor NPR(2).
Be here, but you, no,
Never square.
So there! Got that?
Go get Mr.
Cotter, too, or, O know!
Today, not yet, I have not read
The New York Times, nor
Yes, I confess, I forgot, well, no,
Not really, forgot not I,
But no, I have not yet
Read yesterday's What's
Next. So while I'm gone over
There, I check for Mr.
Cotter, too ~
[Hey!]

8gone8

_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
<A
HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

--
Bob Simon
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<< I think I accidently wandered into the wrong newsgroup. >>

how come?

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Quoted message said:

I think I accidently wandered into the wrong newsgroup.

Not for long Bob. I am reporting her abuses, something like 20 in the last 24
hours alone! If she even occasionally made a post that made a bit of sense I'd
just ignore her, but frankly it's gone on too long. Even ignoring her and her
psycho, ramblings/poetry doesn't work. I called AOL last night about these
violations and was assured they will look into them, however I was told it may
take some time since they investigate more serious violations first, so she is
low on their "things to do" list, but it will be done. They said wait a couple
of weeks, and if there's no change to call him again. If anyone would like the
phone number and the contact persons name just let me know.

Quoted message said:

<< I think I accidently wandered into the wrong newsgroup. >>

how come?

You CAN'T be this clueless, can you? Oh wait, yes, you could. You see it's your
psychotic ramblings that made him think he was in a poetry newsgroup. NOW do
you understand? If not that's ok, because AOL will be explaining it to you in
detail very soon.

If you're looking for radio to go while running, well XM radio had introduced a
walkman type unit with headphones and all that stuff. It should be great for
runners or other outdoors enthusiasts who want to keep their music with them.
With well over 100 channels of music, news, sports and talk, many of them
commercial free, it should be the berries. Its a little pricey but what the
hell, with four more years of George Bush its only a matter of time until we're
all members of the country club and driving volvos anyway. Go ahead, spring
for it.

(Jtiche) said:

If you're looking for radio to go while running, well XM radio had introduced a
walkman type unit with headphones and all that stuff. It should be great for
runners or other outdoors enthusiasts who want to keep their music with them.
With well over 100 channels of music, news, sports and talk, many of them
commercial free, it should be the berries. Its a little pricey but what the
hell, with four more years of George Bush its only a matter of time until we're
all members of the country club and driving volvos anyway. Go ahead, spring
for it.

Thanks for the suggestion but I'm still hoping that I'll be able to
find a quality FM receiver in a "sports" package.

--
Bob Simon
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A question... are you running in the road while listening to the radio?

How much life insurance do you have?

Len

(Len A.) said:

A question... are you running in the road while listening to the radio?

How much life insurance do you have?

Len

I usually use part of a paved 20 mi bike path that stretches across
three Louisiana parishes (counties). The greatest hazard is small
kids on bikes -- they sometimes weave across both lanes and frequently
are not aware of others around them.

BTW, I think I found a sutiable radio: Sony SRF-M37V. This is a
replacement for their SRF-M35 which is supposed to have better FM
reception and better sound, but is (sadly) no longer available.

Does anyone have any comments on this radio?
Bob

--
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Quoted message said:

SRF-M35 which is supposed to have better FM
reception and better sound, but is (sadly) no longer available.

Did you try finding one on e-bay?

(Jtiche) said:

Quoted message said:

SRF-M35 which is supposed to have better FM
reception and better sound, but is (sadly) no longer available.

Did you try finding one on e-bay?

Good idea. Thanks!

--
Bob Simon
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Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

SRF-M35 which is supposed to have better FM
reception

What the heck is "FM"??