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“If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.” –Ingrid Magnussen

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-04-24) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

A nice show. I wouldn’t be too unhappy if future AI versions of me were to find it in a corner of ancient cyberspace. They might think, /How giddy my meat ancestor used to sound/. I’m not sure why I was talking so fast the whole time– maybe there was extra caffeine this time in the teabag in my mason jar of hot water. Non-synthetic food products vary widely in nutritional value; it’s hard to regulate the dosage.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Gato goalie! Go, gato goalie!

Deliberate uncanny-valley invocation.

Bad TripAdvisor reviews of famous places.

Dolphins surfing.

“I may not pay much attention to wars and plane crashes and ebola outbreaks and whatnot, but I am /very/ concerned about who does what with their /genitals!/”

Speaking of which, this too is science, bitch. (Not you. It’s just said for the sound of it.)

Let the robot guess your level of education from your answers to fifteen non-trick questions. (Apparently I have a PhD. In thinkology.)

How to pick a lock with two hairpins.

Eh Cumpari – Dorothy Collins

The one and only thing that matters if you’re trying to lose weight.

“Ha ha ha! Men don’t have that day. They could be a hundred and, you know, nothin’ but white spiders comin’ out.”

Improved giant bubbles recipe.

How the octopus moves.

Pinup auction. Thousands of images.

This 102-year-old former entertainer finally gets to see films of herself from back in her heyday when she could jump and sing and shake that thing.

Frank sent this. Finding the speed of light with peeps.

Meet Mister Tulip and Mister Pin.

“Give a mouse a cookie and he’ll want a glass of milk.” –Drew Curtis

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-04-17) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

(Note: MediaFire seems to have recognized the theme music at the beginning as Happy Feet recorded by the Paul Whiteman Orchestra in 1930, which is correct, but then it decided –I dunno, maybe for mistaken robot copyright reasons– to block the download of the show for at least some of my listeners, who wrote to tell me about this. I chopped off the pre-intro and replaced the whole file and link. Try it now.)

Yet another live remote from Juanita’s apartment, in my lucky plaid pyjamas. I read a new Alex Bosworth story that explains all the others he ever wrote, and a true-life horror story about traveling to the U.S. by tunnel and a bad doctor who can catch you and cut you up if you don’t watch out, and a letter to The South by a brilliant black doctoral candidate, and a reminder of Israel’s open-secret atomic arsenal, and a hundred and fourteen other things, including a great deal of valuable information that might save your life one day, you never know.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Models within models.

Within models.

But that’s only the limit for HO layouts. The Matryoshka limit for actual Matryoshkas is a much higher number.

“What do you see, son?”  “It’s us, Poppa! It’s us!”

A clever spiral.

A short video about the Antikythera astronomical computer, made to promote a modern company’s recreation of it as a wristwatch!

How to make delicious /gluten-free gluten balls/.

Gee, Officer Friendly.

“Fuck your breath!” said the officer. (Not the one who shot the man, but the one kneeling on his head.) (The officer who shot the restrained man in the back was an insurance executive who paid to ride along on an arrest. His lawyer now says the man he shot, the man with two cops on top of him, “brought the fight to him.”)

Ask your doctor.

What is the MRI of one knuckle cracking?

The psychedelic madness of Louis Wain’s cats.

Things they ate.

Beautiful little wet things, magnified and set to piano.

Full video of SpaceX landing fail.

The wavefront of the (greatly attenuated) signal of this 1964 German teevee show is now a sphere 102 light years across, encompassing 1600 star systems.

Here are just some of the brightest of them.

Horoscopes with an actual basis in fact.

Your tax dollars at work (or) Huzzah! Or both.

In Cobra, Samurai or Geisha, as well as Basic Goose.

Superior, quiet technology.

So it’s an ad for a kind of car. So what. It’s wonderful. He can see it from space.

Record stick bomb.

3-D sushi roller-coaster video. This kind of works as a cross-your-eyes-and-focus-on-the-resulting-middle-image effect.

Time-lapse storms.

Chauvet cave paintings from 26,000 years ago.


Cutaways of the future city-hives.

Everyone’s upstairs neighbors.

An interesting video effect applied to seagulls flying past the Pt. Arena lighthouse. Also, notice that the URL ends in KFC.

Beautiful space habitats. Some of this art makes great desktop images.

A project to show what the night sky above L.A. would look like if you could ever see it.

Tiny self-replicating machinery. One thing about life is it’s wiggly.

And a little girl who lost her right leg in a truck accident less than a year ago dances in a recital and takes the prosthetic leg off to finish the dance.

The 5 point palm exploding heart technique, real or baloney?

“What I find most depressing is the happiness of stupid people.” –Slavoj Zizek

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-04-10) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

I read Jay Frankston’s poetry book about his impressions and memories and dreams about the Holocaust, and John Sakowicz’ evaluation of MCPB manager John Coate, and a hundred other things. The show’s a little shorter than usual, for some puzzling reason, but it’s a pretty good one. A tip: when offered the choice, downloading and saving a recorded show is better than just listening; you can have it again later without waiting, and you can skip around in it and avoid something that annoys you –razzy music or a story that’s teaching you something you don’t want to learn. Because life is short.

Short, I say. Be that as it may, just now on my way home from videorecording Mendocino Theater Company’s production of /Gaslight/ I was going over in my mind the recent past for mistakes and embarrassments to agonize over and fiddle back and forth like a loose tooth, and I realized that I said on the air Friday night, “Now it’s 60 years after 1945…” That’s the kind of thing that makes me bark my own name in dismay. Why? Why didn’t I hear myself saying it and correct it?  Oh, well; it’s not as though I murdered anyone. That I know of.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting my show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Kinetic art. How to do it.

Those are some giant balls on those kids.


Audio illusions.


Slow-motion chameleon tongue.

Sleepy horses farting and snoring and sighing majestically.

But how can she be full of shit when she’s so pretty? And glim that ladder-like trachea. Hot-cha.

“Even if the levels were twice as high, you could still swim in the ocean for six hours every day for a year and receive a dose more than a thousand times less than a single dental X-ray.”

Evidence of weather modification, government HAARP plots, space alien intervention and so on, and all phenomena hundreds of millions of years old, from before HAARP and scientific advancement and aliens of any kind or color. How can it be?

Food-coloring science.

My favorite: Jesus Denise. It needs a comma, but… /Jesus/, Denise. Unless her name actually is Jesus Denise, like Swag Hood Joyce. Unless that’s /swag hood, Joyce, swag hood/, which it probably is.

The fabulous Tefifon.

A scatter-plot of every named genre of music.

Sally Forrest is dead.

As is Stan Freberg.

Nokuluga Buthelezi. Especially at 1:10! By 1:15 or so, notice the expression on your own face.

Sad cat diary.

Cat ladder blog.

The fabulous RU 800 S.

Machine music.

Machine elves? No.

Mephisto spirals, how do they work?

How we get pansies.

Nice black and white music video.

I see this not as a cute /awwww/ moment but as an example of toxic power imbalance in a relationship.

What every political rally photo op actually looks like. (Scroll down.)

Economic reality: Godzilla versus ants.

Xenu! You’re real!

Henri de Ferrières, Livres du roi Modus et de la reine Ratio, France 15th century.

A pictorial encyclopedia of coolth.

Flying man! Flying man!

So it goes.

Uffo Q. Tridh’s cosmic dark-energy epiphany.

“Everyone has the right to believe anything they want. And everyone else has the right to find it fucking ridiculous.” –Ricky Gervais

“Life goes by fast. Enjoy it. Calm down. It’s all funny.” – Joan Rivers

Here’s the recording of last Friday night’s (2015-04-03) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting my show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

This child is a natural. When she says, “Put a STOP to–” and simultaneously shoots her hand out to, you know, /put a STOP to/ it, that’s not just practice. This may not be on the level of Chinese toddlers you’ve seen spinning plates and juggling nor Creole toddlers playing the button accordion, leering, farting and smoking a cigar like Victor Borge, but it’s still impressive.

A thrilling ride. This motorcar in operation, roaring, spitting fire, traumatizing the sheep, reminds me of vehicles in Hayao Miyazaki films.

Speaking of which, these aeroplanes clearly are the models for some of Miyazaki’s planes.

“The chemtrails form mini cyclones when mixing with the air, then shoot down in a stream to the land. Men are breathing these chemicals into their lungs and becoming increasingly confused on their homosexuality, having trouble fighting off urges to experiment with their new desires.”

Do you want ice with that?

“If our species had started with just two people at the time of the earliest agricultural practices some 10,000 years ago, and increased by one percent per year, today humanity would be a solid ball of flesh many thousand light years in diameter, and expanding with a radial velocity that, neglecting relativity, would be many times faster than the speed of light.” –Gabor Zovanyi  …Fact is, though, the percentage of increase now is much higher than one percent, but that’s because of an unsustainable and destructive fertilizer and monoculture regimen and won’t last. Soon the resource wars (energy, minerals, water) will ramp up and put the kibosh on that whole expanding faster than the speed of light deal, so it’s all good.

Models of the future.

A new kind of vehicle. This should scale up to utility trucks and moving vans.

A gluten-free museum.

Oh. Big.

Blorp. Splorp. (Hint: it’s upside-down.)

Drip. Blop. Splip. “I like the craft. I like the repetition. That’s how I want to spend my time.”

And a good, fun typing game. Yet I suggest it might be improved by having the words actually tell a story or tell jokes or something.

A tintinnabulation of sheer aural fromage. Or frottage, whichever is used.

    Hedley Lamarr (Harvey Korman): “My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.”   Taggart (Andy Devine): “Gol durn it, Mister Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier’n a twenty dollar whore.”

Here’s the recording of last Friday night’s (2015-03-27) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

The hourly-or-so two-to-twenty-second dropouts and jagged musical intrusions I talked about in my last newsletter are not part of the recording, and could never be, because the recording is made wherever I’m doing my show and not at the streaming server or transmitter end of the link.  Just to let you know.

Speaking of which, Ken and Bob troubleshot their end of the signal dropout problem and that seems to be okay now. And it turns out that there /was/ a problem with my streaming computer –a thick felt of bed-blanket feathers and pet bird feathers and house dust, and at least one moth (!), had gradually, in the 22 months I’ve had what I still think of as this new computer, accumulated on the inside vents and fan blades and on the CPU heatsink fins. I opened the computer up, discovered the mess, carefully cleaned it out (outside on the porch) with compressed air, plugged everything back together and turned it on, and /voila/: it runs like new again, hour after hour, doesn’t overheat and slow down nor stutter. I’m prepared to trust it this Friday and see how things go.

Also in the previous post I told you that I’d be back in Fort Bragg on April 3 to do the show from the storefront on Franklin Street, the normal place. That’s changed– something came up and I had to stay away at Juanita’s house for an extra week, so I’ll be doing this coming Friday’s show by live remote again. If you were planning to come by 325 N. Franklin and read your own work on the air or bring a musical instrument and show off or just talk about your project or whatever, you can do that /next/ week (April 10).

Meanwhile, here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting my show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

“And who’s to say that’s not enough? –Emily Surname, Weekly Wipe Television.”

Dogs in the wind.

Husky-dogs on a mirror lake.

The elephant in the room.

Baby dinosaur marionette hop test.

Another dressed taxidermy website for Elly.

The sound of music.

An Instagram account devoted to pictures of the real world, such as it is, that look like something in /Blade Runner/.

Read what this young woman has to say about a lovely poetic game, and then maybe download the game (for free) and play it and see if she’s right.

What happy pigs and bigoted weasels have in common.

Reincarnated temple rats.

Art. How to do it.

The drilling plant interests me, but much more so the gazillion tiny bugs. Is that normal, that many bugs in regular dirt?

A drawback of democracy: Let’s take a vote on the purpose of a chair. Difficulty: we’re all crazy dogs. (The film is mercifully silent.)

I understand the Vietnamese call it the American war.

…And part three, for fans of anguish /and/ hands.

“So, wait, what are you telling me? They’re not gods, never were gods, and they’re just /other places/? And where they are in the clock of the sky never had anything to do with predicting whether I’d grow up to be bossy or a neat-freak or whatever?”

Since 2005 I’m a huge Whovian. I’ve watched every episode of Doctor Who since the reboot, over and over. And this sort of thing, a short fan tribute video, um, I start crying at the beginning and by the end the tears are streaming down my face like Dennis Hopper in /Blue Velvet/ listening to /Blue Velvet/. One puzzler, though: why include the Adipose? That was the stupidest episode ever.

My favorite kid is the one with the nose and upper lip stud things. I hate those things, but she has the attitude and the manner closest to my own.

And lest we neglect the memory of Spock.

You might want to close your eyes for this. *punts rotisserie chicken*

    “We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be obtained.” – Marie Curie

    “Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings, and emotions.” – Will Smith

    “Just show him the closet and let the goblins in his head do the work.” –Howard Wolowitz

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-03-27) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Another live remote from Juanita’s apartment, in my pyjamas, and in my bedroom voice to avoid disturbing the neighbors. I understand some network dropouts occurred on the order of once an hour or so, triggering silence sensing, resulting in incongruous music from the covering automation stepping in for a few seconds here and there on the web stream and on the over-the-air signal. It’s not a huge deal, but Bob and Ken are working on solving it for next time, and for others, not just for me, and I appreciate it.

Everyone’s invited to Uncle Rusty’s retirement-from-radio bash at the KNYO storefront, 325 N. Franklin, Fort Bragg (CA) tomorrow (Sunday, 2015-03-29, 2pm and forward). Russ has been at KNYO since before the beginning. I’m going, and I hope I see yez all there.

Meanwhile, here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting my show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Kurosawa’s movement.

As creepy music videos go, this isn’t a 10 out of 10 for creepiness but it’s plenty creepy. What gets me is a particular recurring dance move –a male dancer does it and then the singer does it a little later– of twisting a knee out to one side and falling, leg bent all wrong, on the back and back of the head. I just /bark/ in fear when it happens.

Determination and pluck. Also moxie.

Sy Stokes’ poem about his mother.

Pictures of humans.

Interview(s) with Buckminster Fuller. (I saw him once, when he was a very old man and his grandson propped him up on the stage at the Luther Burbank Center and he answered questions from the crowd. If anyone deserves to have a carbon molecule named after him, it’s Buckminster Fuller.

An invitation to attend collage.

Sail to Siberia from Pakistan in a straight line.

Negative space.

The spaghetti conundrum at 120,000 frames per second. It breaks new ground in slow-motion spaghetti breaking.

“Milk, sausage, butter, egg, and a ham hock.”

The computed tomography of animals.

Make your own spa lady cheese ball.

OK Go’s ad for a Chinese furniture store.

Hot pneumatic tube action. “Helen Soros works it.” Yeah, baby, send me that invoice.

The definitive example of space porn.

Dreams of the Forbidden City.

How to get to the ISS. I didn’t know the term Hohmann Transfer Orbit and now I do.

Found film of Seattle and then an air trip, 1955. Silent.

The Art of Embalming (1705).

Haters gonna hate.

A moderately disturbing exorcism on a safety mat. In Italian, without subtitles.

Capybara in bath. With baby ducks. Are you sad? Lonely? Is anything even slightly wrong in your world? This will solve that. You’re welcome.

All this useless beauty.

    “Here’s the thing that always gives me trouble with this kind of question: at any point in history, you could swap those technologies out with any others. There was a time where ranged group longbow fire was a disruptive technology. Field cannon. Gas production. Name your own. There was a time where a working man could own a crossbow just as good as any the ruling elite had access to. And I have a feeling that the answer is, wait a few years, because in a few years the field cannon will make ranged longbow fire obsolete. Which is to say, no disruptive field technology takes us out — we just adapt and make scarier stuff. We are intelligent, self-reflective tool-using pursuit predators, and are essentially unkillable until the atmosphere turns black with our shit and chokes us out.” — Warren Ellis

    “To settle a war the leaders of the nations should all meet in a stadium and fight it out with big socks filled with horse manure.” –W.C. Fields

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-03-20) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

The 15 tweaks that make us human.

Blind devotion.

Lava on snow. It makes a field of black glass bubbles!

Silk on wires.

Flower sex display.

Dance Moms. “Uptown funk you up.”

Boardwalk in the sky.

Grandpa Bill’s train town.

Interesting documentary of the failed Soviet lunar lander project, narrated by a young man who bravely carries on despite something irritating his right eye.

I know a good story about Sugar Pie deSanto. I’ll tell you later.

They don’t make them like that anymore.

Boilerplate for similar warnings that might be printed on everything in the world.

Competition between the comic book fan clubs.


The carrot test.

Oh. Awww.

“And I made the little crossbow out of popsicle sticks… And my mom wanted me to do something girly so I made Mouse In The Meadow.” Nice. The girl is so happy.

This is terrifying. The girl should stop it. That’s not the sport for her.


Smashing a perfectly good guitar.

Marnie being silly.

Another clever storefront trick.

“Just tell us!”

Separate but 3/5 equal.

    “Never try to blackmail someone for more money than it costs to have you killed.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-03-13) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Polo ponies.

Gain extra length fast for nights of pure pleasure. Even if you’re already a giant boat.

All of Fort Bragg (CA) could live and work and shop in this building, and the whole area of the coast and inland around it (besides the water supply and the sewage treatment plant) could be a wild park. Another thing it makes me think is: when we have fusion-powered propulsion city-size water-jacketed spaceships can be built like this. In three days.

How the Dawn robot spacecraft matched speed with Ceres and then established itself in orbit around it.

Fun with surface tension physics. Stay to the end.

Sinkhole. (Everything happens in the first minute.)

…And here’s the article explaining who’s in trouble for that sort of thing.

What is she trying to see under? Or he. Whichever is used.

A further use for statues. My favorite is the bear shouting, “Noooo!”

Lady surrealists dream of yogurt ghosts.

Another kind of painting project.

What does not kill you makes you rectangular.

In a holding cell a girl refuses to hand over her shoes so a cop three times her size savages her and chokes her unconscious by /kneeling on her throat/ while he takes the shoes anyway, and her belt, and any respect for the law that she might have had left.

Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymnoceros. “Were you guys dancin’ a little, there?” “No.”

“Where can criminals like us go to fill our trunk with guns, no questions asked?”

House of spiders, spiders here, spiders there, spiders tangling around each other and dropping in clumps from the ceiling.

Another thing you get from bananas besides naturally occurring radiation from phosphorus radioisotopes: Brazilian viagra spiders.

This is the way they advertise books now. Not too shabby.

Clever jokes for children.


Happy chemtrails.

    “Let the capitalists do their own fighting and furnish their own corpses and there will never be another war on the face of the earth.” –Eugene Debs

    “Deep inside our world is a huge ball of hot stuff. This is the stuff that turns the black rock we use to find our way when we go far away. I used to study tiny bits of the same black rock, inside real rocks, to know the pull of the deep hot under world ball long, long ago—before people, or animals, or trees, or almost any living things were here. I studied bits of the black rock, like the pieces we use to find our way, inside other rocks that formed in fire under the ground. The hot under ground ball gave these black rock pieces a direction long ago, and they did not forget.” –Peter Selkin

    “And some rin up hill and down dale, knapping the chucky stanes to pieces wi’ hammers, like sae mony road-makers run daft. They say it is to see how the warld was made!”

Here’s the recording of last Friday night’s (2015-03-06) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

A cautionary tale: You probably know to back up your important work so if your computer breaks you’re not back to square one on a serious project. I certainly know it. A hard drive broke in my computer in the early 2000s and I lost all kinds of work. Also I waited until the later oh-ohs to save locally all the dream journal posts I’d ever sent to alt.dreams in Usenet, and discovered that Usenet isn’t properly archived out in the world, and I lost about a million of the three or four million words that I had written there. A literal million words.

So now I compulsively back things up in several places. Work, writing, music, video, Tax records, passwords (!), etc. And this week I lost my go-to thumb drive, which of course had tax records and passwords on it. It fell out of my pocket somewhere in Rohnert Park or Cotati, maybe in a grocery store, maybe in a parking lot. And I spent several intense frustrating hours changing all my passwords, finding out that every service I use that requires a password –banking, weblogging, reading, software, post office, electronic supplier, internet provider, etc.– has a different way to change your password, and a couple of them required a telephone call, and one of those calls involved a service that passed me between a dozen tech people around in the same circle three times, with waiting on hold between each person, and describing the problem all over again to each fucking one of them, hearing giggling in the background (!), and ending up finally with one girl who actually knew how to do it. An hour and a half on the phone for that one thing.

So– this is the new thing I have to do: either use KeePass (which I got and am having a little trouble figuring out how to use) or encrypt secret things in a file locker, which software came with my replacement SanDisk thumb drive (SanDisk Secure Access), which just works. That’s it. It’s not much and it’s not hard. And that’s today’s lesson.

Now I’m thinking about all the lessons I have learned in my life. Don’t use too many nails; it makes it weaker, not stronger. Confront a bully right now; don’t wait. Faster than light, no left or right. And so on. I should back up all of that before my wetware fails.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting my show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

The air loom.

It doesn’t say, but the lines that aren’t radial come from other local nuclear radiation sources like beans, dark leafy greens, potatoes, squash, yogurt, fish, avocados, mushrooms, and bananas (radioactive potassium), and air iself (radon gas) and bricks and concrete and dirt, and from fire detectors and antique clocks, as well as from cosmic rays from space and NSA mind-control frequencies from H.A.A.R.P. and from anguished spirits in the Other World who are– wait– wait– getting something that starts with the letter G. No? M, then. Still no?

Proof of malicious weather-control conspiracy: cloud shapes.

Auntie Maggie’s remedy.

Trevor Moore, High in Church.

Flying around in the Himalayas.

The same poison at twice the price.

The same nutrition at twice the price.

Scary-sounding chemicals. Also a load of sinister junk DNA left over from the dinosaurs.

Baby mini-bacons are so cute.

The silence of the owl.

It goes through a smaller and smaller place. The slow motion shots don’t make this more impressive than it already is.

Modern amniotic Uruk-hai. It looks suffocating, but apparently it’s quite safe, though dreadfully wasteful of food.


Hail, hail, fire and snow.

“Rather nasty for poor Kevin, here.”

ASCII fluid dynamics.

“How seven stone, scientifically applied, can easily defeat fourteen stone.”

“C’mere and gimme a kiss, ya big bloated tub o’ love.” “No! No means no!”

The Goofus and Gallant of airbags.

“Right over there. That’s where we’re gonna live. They don’t know us there. We’ll start over.”

Love has no labels.

Meanwhile in the real world.

Eruzione del Vesuvio del 79 d.C.

A difficult childhood.

The future. Fabulous convenient 1975.

These totally work for me. Star Trek movies reduced to spaceships-only scenes.

The more I learn about Leonard Nimoy, the more amazing he was.

The Pope.

The Ballad of Billy John.

I had another dream about Patagonia, whose publicity looks like this…

…But whose reality looks like this.

The territories.

And that explains it.

Kindle cover disasters. Scroll down, and down, and down again.

Zoomable 1849 map of London, England.

And Mandelbrot beach.

Bonus music track: Jonathan Coulton, /Mandelbrot Set/.

Percussive maintenance.

    “You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.” –Angela Davis

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-03-06) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Not if, but when. It puts whatever pisses you off in proper perspective, doesn’t it.

Slow ink.


Glox News.

This is a car ad, but it’s also a pretty good demonstration of how corporate news works. Except the news companies don’t do the reveal, and they switch the car out at random too.

Magical thinking.

Where is the error?

Here’s something I didn’t know. Did you know this?

The story of Bedlam.

Typewriter porn.

Yeah. Type it, baby. Yeah, that’s how I like it. Mmm.

Etch-a-Sketch of dominos. Doo dar, doo dar.

“That’s what.” –She

BassTrombonistCam. At the end they show the sheet music. I’m not sure why I like this so much. It reminds me of an old New Yorker cartoon titled /The One-Note Man/.

I think we all learned something here today.

Goodnight, Spock. Goodnight, Eduardo.

    “The blatant beast is a monster with iron teeth and a thousand tongues.” –Edmund Spenser

    “That’s why I never kiss ’em on the mouth.” –Jayne Cobb

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-02-27) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

I haven’t talked with Eduardo Smissen in a very long time. He’s been on my email odds-and-ends and notification list since I got my MCN account in 1998. I went to his wedding in the Elk firehouse, that was officiated over by –and I hope I’m remembering this right– Peter Litt. A magical wedding.

Eduardo told me once that he got involved in radio because of my bringing him to the show I had for a very short time on KZYX in 1989. He’d bring exotic records and we’d play them and then his microphone was on and he’d just talk and talk about music. And then he had a show there for many years –I think it was called /Radio!Radio!/ And it never occurred to me that he had never been on the radio before; he was just naturally good at it. So I think it might have been a fib; I think he was a radio star in Brazil before that.

An amazing painter. He had some recurring motifs: there was a minotaur– a businessman in a suit with the head of a bull, with a bird flying out of, or trying to fly out of, the cage of his heart. And he’d paint on plywood a scene of running slavering wolves at night and then cut the painting out in the shape of a whole other painting and hang the result over an entire wall. Penguins in flames falling out of the sky like burning bomber planes. I’m sure it’s all on his website; look him up.

He made a living for a few years by coloring comic book art for big companies, out of his home studio. I still have the Star Trek comics he gave me, that he colored. Also he worked in Red Rooster Records in Mendocino. And he had an ever-changing collection of moving art in the front window. There’d be a painted sculpture on a record player, going around and around; and then I’d go again, delivering papers or something, and it’d be something different, going around, or going up and down.

When I was making microphones, which would be like fifteen or twenty years ago, he commissioned me to make one for him to use at home. I remember he said, “How much?” And I said, “Twenty?” and he gave me fifty bucks– oh! and at that time he gave me a good cheap deejay mixer that he graduated out of, that I’m still using for sound work for the theater, and a computer that I repaired part by part as the parts broke or became obsolete, so from where I sit writing I’m looking at it now. The case of it. Everything inside is different. He painted a little
funny/sneaky-looking man on the front that I’ve been looking at all these years and I’m only really seeing it now.

He liked me. He called me /Marcocito/. I think he liked everybody, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a cute pet name for everyone even marginally in his life. And everybody liked him.

I wish good things for his family. I’m so sorry.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

/Meanwhile…/ sea creatures, time-lapse video.

Time-lapse land creatures.

Our sun, five years, one frame every eight minutes.

Time-lapse video of putting an $8 million doll house back together.

It plays the violin.

They play Led Zeppelin.

He makes a dandelion paperweight. (The part where he uses a knife to open the seal on the resin is really hard to watch. Take my word for it; he doesn’t slice his thumb.) (But if he keeps doing it that way, he will.) (And instead of being a paperweight it would make a wonderful eyeball for a life-size space alien puppet. Or –even better– a replacement glass eye for a person.)

It flies around over the Russian aeroplane museum in winter.

He stays awake.

She dubs a death metal version of /Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious/ over Julie Andrews.

He learns to bark an opinion.

They’re pink because of stuff in the shrimp they eat. If they ate something else they’d be another color. Vulcans, for example, have green blood because they’re vegetarians, and also they’re from another planet, but it’s not green because of using a copper based material instead of hemoglobin (iron). That’s a myth.

Flamingos of the Andes. “These are Chilean flamingos, but wherever there are flamingos in the world they do the same dance.”

The dream god.

Goodbye PMS.

The science of anti-vaccination.

The first scientist.

The first picture taken from the surface of Mars. (1965)

Make your own fractal dot painting.

Just us.

Police procedures are different from when I was in school.

“Please remain on the line. Your clay tablet is very important to us. Tablets will be answered in the order in which they were received.”

I showed you this a couple of years ago. It’s about imagined, ideal and actual wealth distribution. Watch it again.


Lacrosse term, obscure sex act that frat guys always claim to do, sweet corn variety, or automotive term with an arbitrary proper noun in front of it?

Sea rise trends extrapolated.

“Now he does a little dance and then she won’t be mad.”

Photographs of a falling cat.

A cool music video shot in five seconds. The set-up time is not listed.

Fun with burning methane on a lake.

Actually, this explains a lot.

Brilliant guitarist and bassist play along with famous viral truck rental ad. I love this.

A teevee show that you never knew pre-hair-on-fire Richard Pryor had.

Historical currency conversions.

Shitting on the Israeli Flag: The Art of Natali Cohen Vaxberg. A documentary.

Frenchman wins imitate-a-breastfeeding-pig championship.

A few silent men.

A few feminist men.

And the Buddha’s armature.


A taste of their own medicine.

    “I’m not saying we should tell people what to believe. I’m just saying that maybe people who are afraid of the number thirteen shouldn’t be building elevators for a living.” –Neil deGrasse Tyson

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-02-20) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Considering I have another cold –that’s two in two months– and so am not firing on all eight cylinders, as they say, this is a bang-up show, full of useful and comic and comically useful information, such as a news story about a woman said to be “on FIRE for the LORD” having shot herself directly in the eye by adjusting her personal protection weapon in its bra holster. (Moral: Don’t do that.) I managed somehow to confine my coughing fits to during musical breaks, so there’s another plus. I have to go back home now and make a fire in the stove and eat soup. Enjoy the show.

Oh, right– I got several emails from people not in town, and so out of range of KNYO’s tiny radio transmitter, complaining of not being able to listen in real time via and I’m pretty sure the problem is the limited number of streams available. When the maximum number is being used, further potential listeners can’t connect. I’ll talk with Bob about that. There may be something we can do, like add a small subscription service to pay for automatically pushing the number up when that’s needed. I don’t know how to do that, but Bob might.

And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right. I’m experimenting with what to everyone else is the normal way of presenting links to videos. I’d like to try it this way for awhile and see how it goes. If it bugs you, let me know.

Winds that can shut down star formation throughout an entire galaxy.

Vaccines. How they work.

Meanwhile, those placebo herbal remedies you swear by are placebos. No, really, many of them have zero of the listed ingredients actually in the pills and are just random weeds and rice powder. And some of them have poisonous poison in them.

A little more on the subject. Come to think of it, I read this one on the show.

And everything you like to eat is good for you again. Just don’t eat so much and you’ll be fine.


An Android chorus. Hundreds of synchronized tablets and phones singing and playing animation that looks like people in the Terrance and Phillip Show.

Hot lemon capybaras. I can’t remember if I showed you this already, so if I did, here it is again.

Frolic, frolic, frolic. Firefoxes are so cute. Like the bigger pandas they are a sort of raccoon.

A bad horse.

An entire musical play about the supervillain organization led by Bad Horse and a socially awkward young man who would like to be in Bad Horse’s club. It’s /Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog/, in case you never saw it when it came out years ago. And it’s based on a true story. (45 min.)

Steve Jobs talks about computers just after the advent of the Macintosh.

Deskloop, by Evelien Lohbeck.

Give her credit; she a professional. It takes her a good long while to lose it over the shit this sincere clerical dingbat is spouting.

“I think it’s important to keep in mind that not all of these mile-long oil-bomb trains jump the tracks and explode. Some do, but thousands don’t. So there’s no point in panicking and spending any more money trying to fix the problem.”

“I feel like it is quite magical when the letters disappear.”

Get your headphones. Plug them in. Then put them on. Always in that order, so you don’t hurt your ears with a big electrical POOMPH.

In short, scroll down to the numbers chart and determine to never eat the kind of fish that have red lines under their mercury-concentration numbers. And also stop blaming nuclear power for poisoning the planet, when fossil fuels are hundreds of times worse. Or we could live on leaves and berries and weave underwear out of weeds, lose three out of five babies to toddler diseases and die of old age by 25 or 30 the way our wise spiritual Gaia-centered ancestors did.

Tipu’s tiger.

Anatomic art.

Back to the old drawing board.

Q: Why are camels called /ships of the desert/? A: Because of all the Arab seamen in them.

I think that with some products you should have to pass an intelligence test before you’re allowed to buy one. A snowmobile, for instance.

Like this. Look. Under my system this pig could get a snowmobile.

Boing barrel goat.

How many times do I hafta tell you people.

An unreliable narrator.

Then there’s Bill O’Reilly.


And this pet bird has become the ghost of the relationship of the previous owners.

The clues a lesser detective would have missed.

    “Modern forensics reveal that King Richard III died after being criticaled with a halberd for 1d10 x3 piercing damage.” –Fark link

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-02-13) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Another live remote from Juanita’s house, in my pyjamas and fuzzy slippers. About halfway though the show the downstairs neighbor phoned because of the noise of my yammering, so I turned off the speakers, put on headphones and spoke very quietly very close to the microphone for the rest of it. It sounds like my mouth is right on your ear; I hope that’s okay with you. I keep my tongue to myself at all times. I have never licked a microphone in my life, though around thirty years ago I did once put a very small condenser microphone pill all the way down my throat (!), experimenting for an electronic music project. You won’t catch me trying that again.

It’s a good show, if a little short. I got somewhat carried away tossing extra material (that I had because of not getting to do the show last week) and brought it in under six hours.

Also, last week I got a new mixing board for $70 including shipping, and this was its maiden voyage. Not too shabby. It has built-in limiting and a useful patch bay and it connects to the computer with a USB cable, so no noticeable noise from it, no distortion, enough inputs and outputs for different purposes, it’s easy to calibrate the meter in the mixing board with the meter on the streaming program screen… Totally worth the money: Behringer Xenyx Q802USB on sale at Musician’s Friend.

Just by the way: a mixer  like this, a $50 microphone and a $100 refurb computer, free streaming software to get the signal to the transmitter, and you’ve got an entire remote radio studio.

Here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I traipsed among while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

The bloody footprint.

Making of Game of Thrones dragons.

Upupa epops.

Didja walk? Didja walk?

It makes the waves look like some kind of greasy jello.


Renaissance surfboards.

Impressive Russian babysitter.

Fool the Axis — use prophylaxis! VD is not victory! Loose women may be loaded with disease! (Don’t miss the slide show at bottom.)

The Wong umbrella.

Failed mall, broken skylights, snow. A winter underland.

Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin – Bagboy Cowboy.

The Automaton of Venice. (The shoebox dioramas of Paolo Ventura.)

Lists of history.

It’s like an ant mill but a lot slower and for people.

Scroll down and then play and fullscreen the animated map of all tornadoes in the contiguous United States from 1950 to 2013.

Another ant mill, except not for ants but people. (A good illustration of why to leave at least three seconds of empty space in front of your car.)

This is from a couple of years ago.

Mouse trap jenga. Ouch.

Turnip truck. You don’t hear that phrase used much these days. Guy’s a sore loser, anyway.

Ginger is 81.

And the universe is 13,500,000,000. And it doesn’t look a day over 13,000,000,000.

Diego Stocco at the dry cleaner.

Diego Stocco – Experibass.

The future from then.

The future from now.

Rockets arranged by length.

“Hi, I’m looking for work. I’ll do anything.”

The difference between porn sex and real sex.

For me, the best smell on a person has always been freshly laundered linen. Other smells can come along with it, that’s fine, but perfume and tobacco and alcohol and medical chemicals are right out, and the smell of cosmetic products is nauseating, as is the sight of piercings. What happened to just plain old soap and water and a pleasant attitude?

Lullaby to a pig.

Double-poached pangolins.

Hot lemon capybaras.

Surfin’ heron.

Denizen of the deep.

Before and after.

I know they have to kick these things to make sure they can stay upright, and I know they’re just electronical clockworks inside, but it still seems mean, because I think they /enjoy/ kicking them.

Brain-dead teen to be euthanized.

Speak the speech trippingly upon the tongue. Also direct imaginary traffic of demons.

Don’t eat them. They are not candy; they are medicine.

Dr. Phil with dialog removed, leaving only reaction shots.

“At all the stores investigated, the St. John’s Wort contained absolutely no St. John’s Wort. Likewise, the Gingko Biloba had no Gingko Biloba…”

Charles Darwin’s childred doodled all over his Origin of Species manuscript.

So no permits, then.


An illustrated book of bad arguments. (Use arrow keys to turn pages.)

The only one to get in trouble for fibbing.

This is nice to watch, though this man doesn’t get to go away after three minutes like you can; he has to stand there and do this all day. But there are perks: In my youth when I was a restaurant dishwasher I had a lot of thrift-store dishes and silverware and so on in my house, and it all fit in one crate. I’d just fill up the crate for a week or two and take it to work and run it all through the machine. (Now I have one dish, one fork, one spoon and one big knife. That’s a system.)


See you in the funny papers, Colonel.

    “Outside there is a storm and inside there are mice.” –Werner Herzog

It’s still not too late for you to download and/or just listen to the recording of the 2015-01-30 KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show. Problems with our web-based studio-transmitter link and then the storm’s knocking the power out for all of Fort Bragg (CA) meant no show this last Friday (2015-02-06). But expect everything to be back to normal for this coming Friday night’s show (02-13), which I’ll be doing by live remote, from Juanita’s house, so if you want to bring your ideas and/or musical instruments into the studio on Franklin Street and show and tell you’ll have to wait until next week (02-20). I’m pretty sure Doug McKenty, candidate for a seat on the board of directors of KZYX, will be there. I met him last week and I like him. He’s smart and capable and I hope he wins. Also Dennis O’Brien, candidate for another seat on the same board, should win.


Today at noon, Janie wrote to the MCN Discussion list: “Is there someone who does Colonics around here? thanks, Janie”

And I replied:

Penn and Teller did colonics, or rather debunked the practice, Episode 4, Season 5 of their educational documentary series /Bullshit!/

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Also it’s unnecessary and dangerous.

“[Colonic irrigation] involves flushing the colon with a mixture of herbs and water through a tube inserted in the rectum. Over-the-counter, self-administered alternatives come in the form of laxatives, teas and capsules that can be taken by mouth or inserted in the rectum… Review of scientific research shows that claims of health benefits from such procedures may be a steaming pile of nonsense… The premise that you need to do something external to detoxify is wrong. The body has its own mechanism to detoxify.”

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“Since our bodies are primarily water — around 60% — it makes sense that staying hydrated through drinking adequate amounts of water also helps us stay healthy. However, to date there is no scientific evidence to support the idea that extra water flushes out toxins.”

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On the myth of detoxing in general:

“The shelves of health food stores are still packed with products bearing the word “detox” – it’s the marketing equivalent of drawing go-faster stripes on your car. You can buy detoxifying tablets, tinctures, tea bags, face masks, bath salts, hair brushes, shampoos, body gels and even hair straighteners. Yoga, luxury retreats, and massages will also all erroneously promise to detoxify. You can go on a seven-day detox diet and you’ll probably lose weight, but that’s nothing to do with toxins, it’s because you would have starved yourself for a week.”

“Then there’s colonic irrigation. Its proponents will tell you that mischievous plaques of impacted poo can lurk in your colon for months or years and pump disease-causing toxins back into your system. Pay them a small fee, though, and they’ll insert a hose up your bottom and wash them all away. [But] no doctor has ever seen one of these mythical plaques, and many warn against having the procedure done, saying that it can perforate your bowel.”

“…It’s criminal exploitation of the gullible man on the street and it sort of keys into something that we all would love to have – a simple remedy that frees us of our sins, so to speak. It’s nice to think that could exist but unfortunately it doesn’t.”

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So that’s water, but also it’s not good to shoot air up your butt. It takes only four pounds of pressure to perforate your colon.

“Spraying of the perianal with excessive pneumatic force of greater than the resting anal pressure and high air flow rate causes multiple site colon injury and tension pneumoperitoneum due to colon perforation. Parent should be caution in children playing with high pressure pneumatic tool, and the importance of history is emphases for early correct diagnosis.” (English was not this doctor’s first language, but the meaning is clear: don’t.)

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Besides water and air, note other things not to put in there: cell phones, live ammunition, perfume bottles, a bar of soap, a peanut butter jar, car keys, salad tongs, sunglasses, a toy car, liquid cement, etc., even though it might seem like a good idea at the time.


In other news, here are some interesting, enlightening and enlarging items to improve the mind and polish the spirit, that I found mostly via the fine websites listed to your right:

The Swedish Sweptaways.

Short sad story about a blind man and his little girl.

The Gulf.

The other gulf.

The full set.

Interview show segment on women driving in Arabia.

Actresses simulating kicking some serious kinetic ass.

Schopenhauer and Hegel.

Camus and Sartre.

A song employing homophonic German philosophers.

Werner Herzog, inspirational philosopher.

How the mighty have fallen. Observe news mannequin Brian Williams’ evolving story’s various epochs in quick succession, and then his apology.

Another nice web spirograph toy.

Space submarine.

Space Battleship Yamato! The full-length cartoon.
…or the live action film. It really is more of a submarine than a battleship.

On the other side.

Five or six of these anchored offshore would power Fort Bragg. And a storm would just mean more power.

Sonic wind sculpture in a sheep field.

British Isles accent porn.

Continental U.S. accent porn.

What languages sound like to people who don’t speak them.—red-crabs-migrate-forest-ocean-0_661irs5xkq0t

Elgin Park. Where there is no conflict at all. Really this is about the wonderful man who invented Elgin Park because he needed it.

The Japanese version.

The Dalek factory.

Eye for fashion.

Yet another beautiful mysterious miracle of nature is revealed by science to be not supernatural magic but the result of simple mathematical rules.



Ice. David Gurney sent the link to this to the MCN Discussion list.

The heat. It burns.

Experience the scale of the inner Solar system by riding backward away from the sun at the speed of light. (Just for time and size and the feel of it, not what you’d actually see, which is nothing, because the light chasing you would never reach you.) Anyway, it takes about half an hour to get to Jupiter.

Endless amusement (1847). Print it for next time the power goes out and you need something to do in candlelight.

Fascinating stop-motion construction reel of rubber band powered walking robot. Skip ahead to 3:15 if you only want to see it walk.

Power + glove = power glove.

These skilled young women do the same thing as the glove guy but in real time with strings and sticks.

The Heloise and Abelard scene from Being John Malkovich.

Who’s a good boy?

Painting with Lego.

Review of a new game.


“Do you think I’d be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake?”

Stanley Kubrick’s 1948 photography of Chicago for Look Magazine.

The octopus and how she does it.

Cats are cats.

The story of big pharma and your doctor.

Happy rainbow clouds.

Regarding the concept of philosophy humans.

The myrmidon of a wealthy pervert.

    “You should always speak your mind, and be bold, and be obnoxious, and do whatever you want, and don’t let anybody tell you to stop it.” –Chelsea Handler

1. Alex Bosworth would like you to know where you can buy his magical book of stories. It makes a cheap and romantic gift for that special person in your life, who will be thrilled if not aroused by your thoughtfulness:

2. No Memo of the Air – Good Night Radio show last night (2015-02-06) because of Fort Bragg’s going dark of power from the storm. Doug McKenty came all the way from freakin’ Elk to talk about his candidacy for the board of KZYX –on KNYO, because for some reason candidates get like ten minutes in total on KZYX to do that– and we had a nice chat amongst ourselves in the dark for a couple of hours. He’ll come back in two weeks and we’ll try again.

3. Next week I’ll be doing the show by remote from Juanita’s. Count on it; the power never fails there.

4. Here are some fun things to look at and play with that I found mostly due to the fine websites to your right:

The queen of code.

A Day Called X.

Next year’s SpaceX launch vehicle. We’re getting there.

Undersea currents plus free-diver.

Russians over Dubai.

Starlings over Israel.

Artificial intelligence captions random photographs from the web and then twats them.

Several hundred solenoids. And some xylophones.

“And the prawn is still attached to the hook.”

Morse palindromes.

The dynamic Ebbinghaus.

A celebrity told me, so it must be true.

Point, set, and so on.

Republican senator says it should be up to restaurant workers
whether or not to wash their hands after they handle their sweaty
private parts or take out the garbage, because that’s freedom.

More than warts.

3-D-printed fractal chess set.

The real R.O.U.S. They’re like bulldog-horse-capybaras.

Physics Girl explains a supernova by using sports balls. If Physics Girl could be cloned and hired to teach in every grammar school in America, we would have unlimited electrical power and colonies in space in twenty years.

Such nice beer ads. It’s a pity beer is so yucky.



13 Mexican pulp book cover arts.

And Brian Wilson’s piercingly vivid animal photography.

Some days you eat the bear.

    “Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency.” –Natalie Goldberg

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-01-30) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click. This was my 881st weekly Memo of the Air show, my 112th for KNYO.

I’ll trick up this post later with a table of contents of the show. Come back tomorrow night for that, if that’s what you want. I have to go to bed so I can work tomorrow. I will tell you this: its a more coherent show than usual. Most shows, I know the reasons for the choices I made are a bit obscure. This time the intent is obvious nearly all the way through.

Besides the 5.8-hour show, here are some links to striking but not necessarily radio-useful items that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Iced flowers.

Lovely nuclear reactors. Turn the sound up.

This little 10-minute film about two women’s first airplane flight is an advertisement for a telecom company. And so what? It’s perfect.

Sword fight montage.

Breeders have an Eisenstein moment.

An industrial-size perambulator full of such moments.

A very short clip from an episode of Penn and Teller’s wonderful teevee series /Bullshit!/ in which they present a memorable argument against the hysterical anti-vaccination crowd.

Brain tricks.

I’m not sure which martial art they’re illustrating here, but it’s probably not one meant to help you take down an attacker who has a knife or a blunt instrument.

Fallacy Man!

Archery Man!

This artist’s pet cat died, so he made a quadcopter out of it.

“Build a better mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door.”

They mention the Dark Crystal, but there are creatures like this in the distance in Northfork.

“How was work?” “Well, nobody ran over my hand or even honked their airhorn and made me piss my pants.” (This union job is over, by the way. New machine-shifted concrete dividers were installed last week.) (It still takes someone to drive the truck across the bridge twice a day, though.) (Until they hire a robot to do that too.)

Self-shifting concrete divider gif.

The practical beauty of specialized machinery.

Das Otterhaus.

“Amongst the gestures to which this ferocious toy reacts are swiping a hand in front of its face to make it turn to the side, swiping around its head to make it spin on the spot, and covering its eyes to make it act frightened. It also reacts angrily to its tail being pulled.” So it’s like a plastic cat, then, to suit a cruel child’s impulses.

Flying around, avoiding obstacles in real time.


What the sky would look like if the moon were replaced with some other Solar System objects.

A gloriously well-made machine has been doing important work for eleven years (and counting) on another planet.

Notes from underground.

Young people try moonshine for the first time, starting with boutique moonshine and ending up with the real stuff.

“I can’t solve the world’s problems, but I can solve this tiny problem for these cats.”

$2.50 laser-sight glass-breaking blowgun project.

This battery has been continuously ringing a bell since the year 1840 and it hasn’t run dead yet.

“And Moses lifted up his _______ and with his _______ he smote the _______ twice and the _______ came out abundantly and the _______ drank and their _______ and _______ also.”

Give a little man (or woman) a little power, and he (or she) becomes a little monster. And here’s why. It has something to do with cookies.

Selections from a prostitute’s diary. “One lineup so far. Other doorbells are regular clientele who’d rather sit here and drink than endure the mayhem of a downtown bar. Mandi’s got them feeding the jukebox, she’s pole dancing. I made lemon bars for everyone. Might try to finish Madeleine Albright’s bio.”

“Welcome to the year of the whores. People around the globe celebrate.”

A long setup to “No, you can’t fuck a Time Mug on teevee.”

A long setup to “Will it be a nice God?”

Sad robot.

The Zombie Tabernacle Choir. (Let it load, then click on various zombies.)


“She had a lot to deal with! She did the best she could!”

How to roll a racist troll. It’s a kind of motherly jiu-jitsu.

Fish found living on Antarctica in pocket of liquid water under half a mile of ice. Read down to Heteromeles’ comment which offers a plausible explanation for the fish’s having eyes anymore.

More space time-lapse shots.

Finland Finland Finland.

Fireworks in Finland.

The magic power of knowing a magic trick.

Some days you pet the bear.

Penn and Teller and John Cleese! And Rosie; let’s not forget Rosie.

An embarrassing death.

Conservative scold Ken Starr got a billionaire pedophile off.

Just one of the babies likes it (at 1:45)– out of all the babies. The others are all terrified– /terrified/. But the one baby thinks it’s kinda cool. Why? And the mothers get such a kick out of their babies’ terror.

Musicians with giant baby heads on.

Whoa means whoa.

Clash of cultures.

“Something we can all agree on.”

The famous David Foster Wallace /This Is Water/ commencement address.

So, in short, if you lose you should play what neither of you played, and if you win you should play what the other person just played. That way you have an edge.

And where the goats are. That’s not a question.

Protocols of the Thetans of Xenu.

    “Love is like racing across the frozen tundra on a snowmobile which flips over, trapping you underneath. At night the ice-weasels come.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-01-23) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click. (Downloading is recommended when you’re offered the choice; that way you can easily skip around and avoid things that tax your attention span or that might be teaching you something you don’t want to learn.) This was my 880th weekly Memo of the Air show, my 111th for KNYO.

What you’ll hear at the beginning is the very tail end of Mary Roach’s TED talk: Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Orgasm. Further, you’ll hear Alex Bosworth’s story Camel Bucket, Richard Alcott squeezed through hot vacuum tubes, selections from the MCN Announce list, Russian hip-hop, classic overtures yodeled by Mary Schneider (Yodel Queen of Australia), John Sakowitz informs his fellow KZYX boardmembers of the latest developments in the case against their corrupt management, notice of already richer than God Senator Diane Feinstein’s better if not even richer half being poised to extract a further billion dollars for himself by the sale of America’s Congress-and-internet-broken post offices, tales of witch doctors Christian and otherwise, a new 5.5 billion year old thing in the sky, Tom Englehardt’s Tao of Washington, white berserk riots throughout history, how to recognize, and get free of, a bad relationship when you’re 17 and pregnant and you don’t speak the language, the fake engine rumble of a new car, Why We Die and How To Deal With It, and so on, not necessarily in that order. A veritable tinker toy castle of triboluminescent information.

Besides the 7.3-hour show, here are some links to striking but not necessarily radio-useful items that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

3-D ballet of thousands of birds.

A fish for a dollar.

An American soldier’s undeveloped WW2 photographic film (31 rolls!) is discovered and carefully processed. Skip ahead to 5:45 if you just want to see the pictures and don’t particularly care about the difficulties involved in developing 70-plus-year-old film without wrecking it and losing all.

You know how it says on fireworks, “Use one at a time only. Safe and sane. Light fuse, get away.” Well, here is a jumpy festival where they don’t knuckle under to that pansified sane-ist nanny-state nonsense.

Australian firefighter’s helmet cam. A window into the job.

300 movies at once.


The Bad Lip Reading kids do football. “Disco disco. And the beat don’t die in bingo town.”

Game theory and the Talmud.

Koch Brothers Exposed, the 2014 Update. Full documentary, free.

Pretty French girl vomits up demons of death metal.

How do you like them. Apples.

Like everything else in Iceland, waterfalls are superlative. I think they used one of these in Prometheus.

Brilliant night shots of New York from a helicopter. Scroll down.

Mervin Gilbert sent me this link. Dancers interact with projected video.

56 cognitive biases that screw up everything we do. (You’ll have to right-arrow-click through them. They only show you one at a time.) (This is totally worth it.)

And this short, simple news article interests me because– why did they seize the clocks? Why are the clocks a crime? And what’s left in the case for them to continue to investigate? Also everyone’s name is hard to just read aloud without laughing. I don’t care if they think my name is funny. I think their names are funny. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Devil Girl from Mars.

“When a woman behaves like a man, why doesn’t she behave like a nice man?” –Edith Evans

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-01-16) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click. This was my 879th weekly Memo of the Air show, my 110th for KNYO, in this case another remote broadcast via the mighty $100 refurb shoebox computer, the theater’s cast-off mixer and my homemade microphone all in Juanita’s house. I guess it’s settled: for the forseeable future I’ll be going back and forth anyway, and this time was by remote, so next week will be from the office on Franklin Street, and so on, a regimen sure to keep the brain supple and the glands producing at peak efficiency, as the late Dr. John Romulus Brinkley* might say.

You’ll hear an Alex Bosworth story about coming of age. Russell Brand eviscerates Fox so-called News’ bellicose warmongering clown Judge Judy. There’s a long section about *Dr. Brinkley, the goat gland transplanting, snake oil, /and/ border-blaster 1,000,000-watt Mexican-radio guy of so long ago. I also read from several MCN listservs– the Announce list, of course, the local swap shop; the Discussion list; the KZYXtalk list about the coming shakeup at that station. Master Yang accordiates, the Mills Brothers, Melanie Safka, Ruth Etting, the Boswell Sisters (including Connie, before the acrimonious split over handsome cad Don) sing. /The/ Julie London sleep-talks Louie Louie (not “me gotta go” but “/I/ gotta go”). And more. And then some more, and then Boston Blackie. A complete, nutritious diet– minerals, vitamins and fiber.

Besides the show, here are some links to striking but not necessarily radio-useful items that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Devil Girl From Mars, complete.

3D printed Fibonacci zoetropes.

Photographs. Scroll down.

America’s little darling gets jiggy wit’ bellbottom proto-Jed.

Fatima’s fence-censored coochie dance.

I don’t think much of the music but this amazing little girl’s amazing herky-jerky routine is amazing. 500,000,000 views.

The fat, where does it go?

Where it goes at last.

The misery ladder.

Tim Minchin’s /Prejudice/.

The Charlie Hebdo cartoons no-one is showing you.

Info for the anti-vaxxers.

Why tipping should be banned.

Backward steel wool.

Flowers of the sky.

Ellen: “And now look into my vortex and dance with me.”

The neon museum.

These people, as dumb as a sackful of hammers, are paid brilliantly and have skiing vacations and live in nice houses with people to come in and clean up after them. This is like Fox News selling clothes.

I love watching people make things.

…and play the accordion.

…and, in cases like this, shoot their own stupid fingers off.–288172101.html

Further news about [the late] Sauron’s Hand.

Physics Girl explains resonant modes. With video of sonic levitation.

“Because I’m a man.”

Shaky hands man invisibles beaker with corn syrup.

Helpful automaton make an ultimatum to you. (Men At Work.)

Cow cow boogie.

I was learning about the favorite candies of different countries, and the video narrator mentioned a sexy ad for a British candy called Flake. So I went and looked at that, and it was interesting, but not as interesting as this.

Operation Success. It’s all about bananas. And bananas, it turns out, are all about murder.

You think your phone is /your/ phone?

“How’m I doin’? Tweet tweet tweet twat twoh.”

The only important rules seem to be just don’t be grabby. /Don’t reach over the booth and grab the next guy’s head/ and /Don’t grab your date’s ear (especially not in a way where your finger goes into it)./ The rest are not a big deal, in my opinion. In fact, I like the stocking one. There’s nothing wrong with that.

What they used to call a fat girl.


So two weightlifters get in a long argument about how many days there are in a week. It gets funnier as it goes along.

Grow a spine, dude.

Toy car safety and you.

Photographer documents people reading books on the subway.

And this kid’s heartbreaking prizewinning poetry recital, which I half-remember showing you before, but maybe you didn’t look.

Minas Tirith, what? — Minas Tirith, SIR! — Better. Carry on.

“I was with it once! And then they changed what it was! And now what I’m with isn’t it and what’s it seems weird and scary to me! And it’ll happen to you!” –Grandpa Simpson

“You find the truth by ridiculing yourself.” –Johnny Rotten

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-01-02) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

So I got the cold I felt was coming on, and I went in and did the show anyway and stayed to read everything I brought to read. And it went pretty well. The long pauses to turn aside and wait and then sneeze into the elbow, the nose-blowing and so on– it doesn’t make that much of a difference. A pretty good show, with some unusual break music.

Besides the show, here are some links to striking but not necessarily radio-useful items that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Roads. (Scroll down.)

Ice. (Scroll down.)

42 hours of Buckminster Fuller lectures.

Because Mommy smells.

Because backwards in high heels.

Not creepy at all. Nope.

Projecting on faces in real time.

There are 100,000,000 stars in this zoomable, slidable picture of the Great Galaxy in Andromeda.

My most-read post since I started this website in November of 2012 was titled Further Hot Sun Porn. I presented a link or two to beautiful images of our sun, the heating system. I think people were just searching for traditional porn, though. Anyway, here’s some more. Have the lube and the sock handy, then full-screen it and experiment with turning the video’s resolution up.

“Can I just do it till I need glasses?”

Impressive towers of gas and dust. Pillars of Creation? No. From now on I’m calling it Lord Sauron’s Hand.

The Chromoscope Project.

Paradoxical mechanism. (With video.)

And the Flehmen response.



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