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The Voronoi tesselation.

      “A woman told police that men were living in her attic and that their poop was running down the walls into her first-floor bathroom. She also said the bathroom mirror was double-sided and that the attic men were using it to spy on her, and she showed officers a piano that she said her niece would climb into when she wanted to teleport to the attic.” –Charleston City Paper

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-02-12) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

I want to show you this first off, for obvious reasons: The world will end this Sunday. Get your affairs in order.

Spring in the universe. Time-space in the spring. Another thing it turns out Mister Smartypants Einstein was right about.

Going down. It bugs me that he doesn’t close his left thumb around the rung. 920 feet, rusty, rickety ladder, no safety cage most of the way.

That reminds me of the short story /The Vertical Ladder/. That made a huge impression on me when I was a boy. You can read it –um, hold on– here:

Abandoned in place.

A tour of the garden of earthly delights. Guided or wandering; it’s up to you.

How comfortable are you with uncertainty?

“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

Another way of looking at history.

Mitchel and Webb: conspiracy theories.

Recreational drugs.

Evil smiling. I can think of a few they missed.

“What a bunch of bumbling fucktards these guys are. They only want to run the country, though, so no big deal.” –Xeni Jardin

Hit by a bus.

Clown zap.

James Joyce: “Darling, do not be offended at what I wrote.”

Lenore Skenazy makes good sense.

Skiing while swinging a camera around your head on a string.

Our sun, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and His Noodly Appendages.

Phone recording of having your house struck by just a glancing blow from a tornado.

Burning moments.

A triumphant paper airplane.

The movers. “Stop draggin’, ya bastard!”

Why people visit the emergency room. An interactive chart. (Mouse-over it.)

“Antelope Freeway 1/2 Mile… Antelope Freeway 1/4 Mile… Antelope Freeway 1/8 Mile… Antelope Freeway 1/16 Mile…”

Craig S. Caplan’s Traveling Salesman Problem art.

/Digital/ video feedback. Read the full explanation.

The last analog music tape duping company.

It may take awhile to load and move smoothly, but– which direction is she spinning?


Aaaaaah! (or) A day at the beach.

LSD and hotdogs don’t mix. (A film produced by Lockheed.)

I don’t see what the problem is, here. All they have to do is say on the menu that it’s lobster and other lobster-like substances– cheese, for example. Then it doesn’t make you a big liar when it turns out its just cheese with a few molecules of lobster juice in it, like when you open a can of pork and beans and it’s beans and beans with a cubic centimeter chunk of pork fat.

Sid Caesar’s bizarre secret.

Not quite yeti.

A neat game. Just click on things until you figure out how each part works. And when people and creatures ask you questions, answer them to get gas in your balloon to go to the next place.

A sped-up lightning storm seen from outer space. (The top image is video to click on, to play it.)

“You’re all being fired so the company can continue to pay me to stand here and fire you. Thank you for for your attention. Okay, quiet down! Quiet down! This is important information, and other people want to hear it if you don’t. This isn’t personal; it’s a business decision.”

The Monkees. They were pretty darn good.

At last, a new device to bob a child’s ears and hair at the same time, in a perfect straight line, at home.

The tell-tale thighs of a Soviet test cheater!

(!) OK GO rented a Russian airliner to film a music video in like two dozen 30-second real weightless-diving-flying takes artfully digitally stitched together.

Daisy Ridley’s stunt double demonstrates pipe dancing.


“Na tha’ yer sports, lad. None o’ yer fightin’ fer a toy balloon.” (Meaning, tree-throwing is much more manly than American football.)

“We’ll be greeted as liberators.”

Mister Mistake.

Smart dummy.

“Workers use a forklift to test the strength of a new doll’s head.”

Sherp, not, as you’d think, the Fifth Stooge, but rather a crop-smashing, swamp-vegetation-shredding, 3-miles-per-gallon behemoth to drive the kids to post-apocalyptic soccer practice in. And it can be defeated only by a determined opponent sneaking up from the side and tipping it over.

Are you left-brained or right-brained. (It says I am left-brained by 63 over 37.)

Galaxy of covers.

Julie Newmar, mrowr.

Short Russian film about astronaut friends. (15 min.)

Turn the endangered sounds on and off by clicking on the images.

On The Air Magazine, February, 1926. (This may take awhile to load. It’s the whole magazine as a pdf file.)

A complete webcomic about Midnight Radio by Ehud Lavski. (Scroll down.)

Bass and Google Translate.

“It’s a fascinating question, which I was just discussing with my good friend, Dr. Henry Kissinger.”

The gallery of Woman In Diner Ignoring Carly Fiorina Campaigning So Close Behind Her She Could Poke Her In The Eye Just By Raising Her Fork.

And the Grand Tour.


Eet ees a styupit game.

      “Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.” –Joe Theismann, ESPN

      “The zebra is an animal that easily panics,” said Yumi Tamura, 27, who dressed as the zebra but usually cares for gorillas and monkeys. “I myself felt panicky when acting it out,” she told reporters.

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-02-05) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Sandy Glickfeld came by but was too shy to speak, so you may only psychically sense her presence, but that’s better than nothing. Stuart Cohen brought his guitar and played a few new songs, where the mic was in just the right place and the sound quality is excellent. I’ll be cutting those out and putting them in my music library to play in future. A pretty good show. I think you’ll like it.

“Eet ees a styupit game,” comes from Jim Jarmusch’s black-and-white film /Stranger than Paradise/. A Hungarian girl’s life is turned upside-down and she goes to America to stay in a bleak apartment in a bleak winter American city with her bleak cousin. He’s watching football on a teevee on the folding table. She looks at it for a little while and declares it styupit. (This is before we knew that football causes brain damage, and that it’s especially dangerous for schoolkids’ brains.) (As well as for their health in other ways. I knew Larry Weldon, the world-class watercolorist; he lived next door when I was in high school. His school-age football injury in the 1940s required him to use braces on his legs and braced crutches to walk and caused him pain all the rest of his life.)

Anyway, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but really worthwhile items that I happened upon while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Zebras can’t be draft animals, they said. It won’t work, they said.

The answers.

A comprehensive history of Japan in nine minutes.

Drone video of the results of letting people get rich selling ingredients for war, instead of putting them in prison for getting rich that way.


Time-lapse shot of ice on Lake Michigan.

Test for what kind of dog you are. (It says I’m a poodle.)

The refugees’ trip, in text, sound and short videos.

3-D craters and features of Ceres, based on images from spacecraft flybys. (Turn the quality up as high as your system can play it.)

Half an hour. An interesting story, if you have the attention span people used to have even ten years ago. Nuance. Surprise. Lies and justifications. And a puzzle: I for one would like it if people didn’t carry guns around everywhere, but I also don’t like the way these cops conspired in secret (they thought) to make up a bunch of charges to stick the guy with. And I for sure don’t like suspicionless traffic stops. There’s a fine line between pulling people over just to see if there’s something they can arrest and/or harrass you for (and, lately, confiscate all your money and use it to buy the station a margarita machine) and –I’m trying not to say it– Nazi Germany. A fine line.

Speaking of which: “Stop resisting! Stop resisting!” Bad cops. (First, silent security cam video, then the cops’ body cam video with sound.)

Star Wars as a grindhouse film trailer.

Exercise your face. Keep pumpin’ that nose, now. Keep it up. Keep pumpin’. Eep eep eep eep eep eep eep eep! And relax.

Crouching dragon, slinky(tm) tiger.

Alexa. Weather, music, spelling advice, murder.

French frisbee-throwing machine.

Where the bullets go.

“Once the senators who oversee the science committee see this graph, they will pass a law forbidding Miss America to be over the age of 12.” (and scroll down)

Yes. Nearly all the time.

Wallpaper for your appliances.

Such a cool thing to do– but of course now he is cursed. There’s always a trade-off.

We all go around in clouds of each other’s personal bacteria.

He hates Lord of the Rings, not because anything’s wrong with it as a story, but because it’s just like his real life. And he recognizes that Sam is the indispensible character, not Frodo.

A more interesting future than the one we actually got.

Tips from the whistler. Example: “Kissing makes your lips mooshy. Never kiss before a performance.”


The view from various places aboard a sinking ship– all the way to the bottom. With sound.

And the first honest cable company ad ever.

Capisci? Capisco! Bene.

      “I am not a conjuror of cheap tricks! I’m trying to help you.” –Gandalf

Here’s the recording of  last week’s  (2016-01-22) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

No new Memo show tonight on KNYO or KMEC, but the rerun of last week’s, because of pesky internet problems at Juanita’s, where I’ll be for the next few days. I could explain the details, but what would be the point? Next week (2016-02-05) I’ll be doing the show from the normal place –KNYO’s storefront at 325 N. Franklin in Fort Bragg, next to the Tip Top bar, in case you want to come by then and just walk in and show off your musical chops or talk about your project or whatever, and that’ll give me two weeks to harass the communicatorium at Juanita’s so it’s reliable again.

Okay, I’m a compulsive ‘splainer; it’s that Juanita has DSL service through, but ATT maintains the lines and the cable, which have been fixed and then failed and fixed and failed again. They say it’s the rain, but it rains in South Korea more than it rains here, and even pet parakeets in Korea have rock-reliable gigabit internet. /Lithuania/ has fast reliable cheap internet. I don’t like anything about Comcast, and satellite internet service is nearly useless even when it’s working at its best, so the obvious choice is to get so-called Fusion service from Sonic, which provides both internet and phone under one surprisingly reduced bill, and free long distance, and they guarantee personal attention to a quick fix when something goes wrong, unlike when /I/ call ATT (and wade through the robot phone tree and the support woman on the phone says the problem is all over Northern California (really?) so they can get on it like next Saturday. (“That’s not acceptable. I need it for my work. Can you fix it by Friday?” and the woman says, “The earliest we can schedule service after Saturday is the following Monday. Do you want to reschedule?”) (What? No.) (And I get off the [staticky] phone, go to take the trash out, and there’s an ATT truck guy out there right now digging in the apartment block’s phone box to try to solve my next-door neighbor’s problem. I’m like, “While you’re right there, can you look at mine?” And he’s like, “No, but I don’t have to. This isn’t where the problem is.” And Juanita’s on break from work and she’s just walked up, and she says, “They told us last week that it’s in the cable.” And the man smiles sadly and says, “I know. I don’t have anything to do with that part of it. I’m the man who comes /here/.”) Well, I respect that. They also serve who come /here/.

Anyway, I could do the show tonight from Starbucks, I suppose, or from the McDonalds in Walmart, or from Juanita’s mother’s house– that might be a neat experiment– but no.

The service as it is at Juanita’s has become just bad enough to not at all be able to reliably stream audio out (by Net Uptime Monitor log, and by the orange failure light on the router, ten fails in less than half an hour, one of them almost two minutes long), but it’s been possible to use it in a herky-jerky fashion to assemble my show, and I have the usual amount of not-necessarily-radio-useful material left over, so here’s what I’m gonna do for you: here are links to several hours of rainy-day or rainy-night things to look at and play with and learn about, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right. Have fun and enjoy yourself, and I’ll get back to you next week.

A satisfying explanation of the main problem most people have with the speed of light. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a problem with the speed of light. I don’t believe you.

Who doesn’t like to watch horses running in slow motion?

…or watch an angry childish tantrum-thrower who has sworn on teevee to kill any officer who tries to arrest him fleeing at too high a speed to keep from crashing, then reaching twice for his gun when ordered to keep his hands in sight, then being killed with one shot, knowing that his disciples will claim that he was gunned down in cold blood peacefully surrendering with his hands up, so they can all continue to goad each other into stupidly vandalizing park buildings and call it patriotism? (I set the video to start where the relevant action starts.) (Careen, crash, suicide/martyrdom by cop.)

Speaking of which: A demented obese haka for ranchers’ rights.

How many mass-extinctions have there been?

Robot dino-porn came before tentacle porn. “Counterweights easily move to balance head when girl is seized.” “Sponge rubber teeth, lips, and tongue.”

What is your amateur porn telling employers about you?

Squeezee-cat organ.

Popular music on traditional East Asian instruments. This is a rapidly expanding genre, for good reason.

Light saber violin bows.

Why to be careful at the ocean. (I saw this in Lost Coast Outpost.)

This boy won a round of Guitar Hero, uploaded it. It was taken down for copyright violation (the music). Still, proud of his accomplishment, he dubbed his own bipping and humming instead. (Press CC to turn on the YouTube computer caption generator’s idea of what he’s saying.)

Peter Serafinowicz replaced Trump speech word for word but in a Cockney accent, and it turns him into an avuncular Brit gangleader-type standup comic. No more presidential but listenable and self-sarcastically funny and almost a sympathetic character.

The White Room.

The blue, red, yellow, white, orange, and green 17x17x17 Rubik’s cube.

Robot solves normal Rubic’s cube in 1 second.

“P.C. culture attacked me by pointing out how racist I am.”

Nancy Grace, the Torquemada of tertiary cable talk. “Actually, Nancy, we just– have to get to the weather.”

Prom photos from a far magicker world that we have lost and that is no more. On the other hand, when’s the last time you collapsed in a fit of coughing and wheezing because of the stench of hairspray? And, yes, that’s how you spell magicker.

The way the world looked in the 1970s…

…when children wrote letters like these to the future:

College can and should be free.

How we get wisdom.

Mend and make do.

Historically accurate Native American bathing suits.

The future of advertising: advertising in dreams.

A history of London made of paper.

Competition horser-ski/ring-joust/slaloming.

What if Flint’s water problem happened to rich people?

End game: frustration and despair.

Old movie dance clips cut to Uptown Funk.

The slighly earlier similar project.

The Chickening.

The Bagnold dunes.

Dizzy from artisanal pot. Rather, vase.


Patient and steady improvements in the technology of fire.

A flashlight that shoots tanglefoot nets.

…which might also be useful against a pop star who is in denial about her Vole American status.

An interview with God.

Metachaos. (Disturbing, but definitely art.)

The true story of why you might have heard Andy Warhol referred to as Drella.

Traditional ceremony for a traditional wedding between a quietly astounded man and an at first crying then barking and shrieking woman. If the man hung on through this wedding, I think they have a chance. And if the woman isn’t participating in the haka, but rather trying to get them all to stop, then they /really/ have a chance, because it’s good to stick up for yourself.

Cheap webcam and baby monitor security is so bad, there’s a search engine for looking at random parking lots and lobbies and restrooms and babies’ bedrooms.

Sword of Damocles Estates. From the air.

An accurate summary of the Israeli/Palestinian conflict, though in unnecessarily vertiginous animation.

The Arabesque spirograph of Earth and Venus.

Oh, it’s so on.

Stay cool, Bret. Bret, stay cool. (“I’ll bet you’ll regret you ever met Bret and the Tough Brets.”)

And a plateau of calm water-pump windmills. They’re made of sails.


The national tragedy of smut and filth, coffee, casual swearing, communism, dancing on Sundays, and cheap magazines with a 40-year-old white woman in her underwear smoking a cigaret on the cover. It’ll all end in tears. (Ask me how.)

      “Once he’d carried her to the bed, he lifted her nightgown and moved down between her legs and lapped at the spiced copper there until, across the quivering swell of her belly and breasts he saw the flush leap into her throat, her hands twisting the sheets by her head.” –Garth Risk Hallberg

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-01-22) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon with lightsabers. The best of both galaxies.

Magnetic arches on the sun.

Just a really sloooooooow avalanche. The videographer finds it funny. He’s probably thinking about the youth-in-service kids who’ll have to clear it off the road, and remembering his own service and the fun he had there, before all this adulthood and responsibility.

First jazz album by man who hates jazz and can’t even play the piano.

Brick in a dryer on a trampoline. Which is a pretty good visualization of the lousy kind of impressionistic nonsense jazz, to me.

New type of prosthetic arm. Promising.

New type of record player.

You know the drill.

Electrified fork makes food taste better. I am gonna make one of those and try it.

They see me rollin’, part 2.

We can dub it in later.

The Snape story-arc bits in order.

Rosa explains capitalism.

The difference between a crazy person and a moral pillar of society.

My cowshed is fresh. Byitch.

Our many mostly proudly libtard presidents.


The future of the club scene. In space. (Aufgedeinenblitzenderfeunergescheistenpflantz.)


Barbra Streisand!

A cup of coffee. A warning against rushing to judgment. (She’s not the Whore of Babylon, after all. The coffee is for someone else.)

Identical apartments, different people. Which one is you? I’ll bet it’s 6th floor.

Cave paintings.

Printed filth causes rape and murder. Sex-mad magazines are creating criminals faster than we can build jails to lock them up in. “A racket that’s vicious enough to pervert an entire generation of American kids!” (27 min.)

Wave your mouse left and right over the photos for before-and-after.

Pre-modern-civilization matriarchal one-with-Mother-Gaia peace, man.

Newly found giant planet of our Sun.

Better maps of the bottom of the sea.

2016 is going to be a disastrous year for the Greenland ice sheet.

How the carnival casino tricks you.

The carnival casino writ large.

Detective Skip Tobey in /The Deceptive Demise of Sir Remington-Smyth!

And a slideshow of bitchin’ tractors. Lovely machines and the men (and women) who care for them.

First rule of improv: /Yes, and…/

      “Nothing destroys creativity as surely as being afraid to make a mistake.” –John Cleese

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-01-15) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

I want to put in a plug here for Safeway’s Signature-brand rosemary-and-olive-oil Triscuit-knockoff crackers. The best cracker ever, even with no cream cheese or prosciutto or anything. Just the plain crackers.

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

The violin-learning progress video I messed up the link to last week, that Bill Cornelius informed me took him to a dating site. It’s the violin video this time. I promise.

The driving equivalent of not being able to pour piss out of a boot with the instructions printed on the heel. (To be fair, that’s bad feng shui on the telephone pole placement, or the garage placement, whichever came last.)

Heliocentrism vs. Geocentrism. Teach the controversy.

Don’t try this at home, Olaf.

A history of snow removal.

Drumming on Lake Baikal.

Synchronized multi-drone light-dancing to outdoor concert.

Food preservative cures cancer.

Gear. A very short science-fiction story with a lot of possibilities.

A capella, the self-defense martial art. “You’ll be okay, you know a capella now.” “I do?”

A word problem.

What an old big box store is good for.

Signs you’re about to be in a sinister homoerotic subplot in a midcentury drama.

Here’s /why/ not to try this at home, kids.

Physics Girl on ferrofluid and glowstick liquid.

The rare boney-eared assfish.

Find out what sort of person you are.

So that’s settled, then.

The social justice militia.

The overly complicated coffee order.

Harpo backstage in the props room.

Cute pointy dogs in knitted hats.

Beyond the Blue Horizon.

And a GIF of Donald Trump as a pink/purple penis running on testicular feet down a rutted track in a forest.

Enough astronaut blood to last the winter.

      “There never was a war that was not inward.” –Marianne Moore

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-01-08) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Jeff, a telephone company engineer, just called and explained what’s been wrong with Juanita’s telephone line, that was messing up her DSL (phone line based) internet connection and sometimes dropping the stream to the transmitter during the show (which you’ll hear in the recording as my occasionally unprofessionally startling at the visual alarm). (The recording is complete, no sound breaks; it’s made where I am, not at the other end, at the transmitter.) Jeff isolated the problem and fixed it today. “The line that goes under the street to your apartment complex– it just got water in it is all.” Clear sound now, no static, and a solid internet connection for next time I do the show by remote from Juanita’s.

Interesting problem. The phone had been ringing with no-one calling, and then giving a torrent of rushing static or actually ringing outbound as though /I/ had called, and on Monday night a policeman came to the door and woke us up at three in the morning to respond to a 911 call, which of course we hadn’t done. They’d got phantom 911 calls from several others on this side of the street, but they must respond because, you know, what if? I thanked him for looking out for us, and shook his hand, and he seemed surprised, as though all the other people he had to wake up had been angry at /him/. Or maybe he was surprised because I’m clueless enough to reach for the gun-side of a policeman’s personal space. That’s probably it.

Copper is on its way out, but I still prefer DSL over cable internet service. And everyone I know with cable-company-based phone service has way worse service horror stories, and whenever their internet service has a problem their phone won’t work at all, and then even when it’s working perfectly there’s the annoying time delay that disrupts the flow of normal conversation.

Anyway, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but really worthwhile items that I happened upon while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Beautiful ice-scapes and the last of the giant quietly dignified things that live in them.

An old man burns his memories on a twig fire in the snow.

A young lady plays the Star Wars theme on a modern electric organ. This might be the same person who played /Camptown Races/ at TED four years ago.

Similarly impressive: a young man plays the Star Wars theme arranged for solo classical guitar. When, in a quiet part of a magical, skillful performance like this, someone in the audience coughs like a series of plegmy gunshots (one does here) I always imagine the cougher, years later, playing the recording for his grandchildren and proudly pointing out, “That’s me! That’s me coughing!”

Drone video of the permanent homeless encampment in Eureka.

Here, going up in two minutes of time-lapse smoke, is enough money to buy every one of those hundreds and hundreds of homeless campers a decent house of his own and pay him or her to raise a healthy family in it.

How Donald Trump answers.

How an artist makes a cute little model robot so he can paint pictures of a giant robot.

How to get out of handcuffs with a hairpin, demonstrated on a giant transparent handcuff with a giant hairpin.

But, master, what if I only have a paperclip?

How we get carrots.

It’s 2016, and these girls are being held in prison until they’re old enough to be legally executed. Their crimes range from foolishly being beaten and raped to fighting back against being beaten and raped. You know what they say: Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.

I don’t think they’re crazy trains at all. I think they’re pretty.

Art that is a walk-through freeze-frame of the result of two people (or creatures) made of thousands of keys (and yarn for blood), each creature exploding out of its own wheeled rowboat.

Always go last.

Upload your photograph. The experimental algorithm will determine how old you are and how attractive you are (on a scale of /Hmm, OK, Nice, Hot, Stunning, Godlike/). It said I’m 48 (I’m 57), and it said I’m Hot (my face is noticeably asymmetrical, my nose is massive and twisted a little to my right, my beard is blotchy colors of gray, brown and red, and there’s a big gap between my front teeth, but –or rather, so– who am I to argue?). It reminds me of the scene in /Hyperdrive/ where deck officer Teal, anxious to look good to meet her old flame (the egotistical leader of the Green Javelins space-o-batics team), goes to one of the ship’s makeover terminals and says, “How much to make me look stunning?” The terminal quotes an unacceptably price. She says, “How much for quite nice?” They agree on a price, she sticks her head in it, sounds and lights occur, and she pulls her head out, hair all done up and makeup where there wasn’t any before. She smiles at the mirror and says, “Hmm. Quite nice.”

Nature bats last. (Scroll down to the labeled graph, then, “Select a group to see the changes. Select the different causes of death to see them individually graphed.)

This man getting gas wants to see something in the filler hole and the only light he has is a match, and he never played with fire when he was boy, I guess, so he is unprepared as an adult to navigate a world that’s a minefield of flammable situations, and /now/ look. Tch.

The 67 (sixty-seven!) countries the U.S. is obligated by law to go to war for if asked by.

The cattle caliphate.

What the neighbors think about the so-called standoff in Oregon.

Chocolate. (The other interviews in the series are also good.)

Nancy Sinatra spins desultorily around in a chair and sings. “I’ve never had to slap his face. What a shame.”

A public demonstration of the Edison cylinder recording process and then playback on a gramophone that they just happen to have handy.

Amazingly not a staged art piece but a photograph of real life. So many things happening at once here. (And then click on the image and each subsequent image. Alcohol is suspected to have been a factor.)

Again, not a staged art piece. Art all the same, though.

God/goddess family trees. Useful for fans of the various flavors of /Stargate/, which over the course of nearly twenty years of teevee shows and three films provides an alien character for each one of them and more. (My favorite is Thor, who turns out to be a Roswell-style Gray.)

2016 is a triangular year. The next triangular year is 2080.

22 reasons 22.

Interior spaces cut into chunks of marble and stone.

It’s a hard rock life.

Rockets blasting off. Freeze at 1:28 to clearly see the thrust diamonds in the exhaust.

A simple explanation of thrust (shock) diamonds.

A slow-motion demonstration of a resonating uvula.

Earth’s protective layer of junk. Analogous to Albert Brooks’ mother Debbie Reynolds’ ice cream’s protective layer of frost.

Stormscapes 3. Time-lapse clouds. This gets more and more interesting as it goes.

When I was eight years old and in the cub scouts, I participated in a pinewood derby race. In this video, a NASA engineer explains how to reliably win such a race. (He’s entirely right about the fathers actually being the ones who make the cars. Not having a live-in father at the time, I made my own, and it lost to cars that looked sculpted by Scaglione. The winning car was made by the winner’s recently-returned-from-Vietnam father, and the boy, uneasily accepting the prize ribbon, had the look on his face of one wrestling with the spirit of the Scout Oath.

The first six Star Wars movies all at the same time. They’re mixed not by shining them all on the same screen but by a process of wherever pixels overlap the brightest pixel wins.

Video from the point of view of a bar bouncer. I understand why people want to go in (or go /back/ in if they’ve just been thrown out)– it’s obviously freezing cold outside. But why would someone want this terrible job? It’s like one tense stupid confrontation after another, plus with drunks.

Here’s why a man of God needs his own full airport, hangars full of sport planes, and at least two $20,000,000 private jets. Short version: The world is full of drugs, and people in regular passenger jets are actually demons who look at you funny when you stand up in the aisle and shout back and forth with God, and regular airports are just annoying.

Parking notes.

New York cop approaches girl, handles her for no apparent reason, feels around in her sweater. Her surprisingly calm boyfriend borrows his friend’s phone to record these proceedings for posterity. Cops multiply, lose interest in girl, destroy phone, handcuff and arrest boy (calm the entire time), take him to jail on charges of attacking and punching them. Security video surfaces. Oops.

Supercut of dance in films. Doo dah, doo dah.

The 1,000 arms dance done by a troupe of deaf women.

These devices strike me as clothing and furniture for Cordwainer Smith’s Lords of the Instrumentality, if they ever were to get around to making movies out of Cordwainer Smith stories. “The more important it looked, the better people imagined it worked, and the more money the doctor would get.”

Counterclockwise. Knut: “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Surya: “Oh, yes.” Fish: [rolls eyes].

Imagine appropriate punishment for whoever abused this dog.

But forget all that, and see this wonderful movie that failed utterly as a commercial enterprise but made me cry harder than I ever have at any movie. Wait, read all about it first:

The center cannot hold. Opportunities in buttons and hooks, clips, snaps, other fasteners.

      “Don’t talk to the barkers; talk to the captain. You look the captain in the eye; know who you’re dealing with. You shouldn’t oughtta be so clean. It’s a dead give-away you don’t belong, you always gotta be tidy. Don’t pay anybody in advance. And don’t ride in anything with a Capissen 38 engine; they fall right outta the sky.” –Kaylee

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-01-01) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

Debbie Reynolds, /If I Had A Hammer/.

The fallen of WW2.

Dog with selfie stick, running and jumping. That is all.

Man saves deer from icewater, sign-splains.

Perfect comic strip execution of a perfect idea.

Time-lapse video of expert crowd control for, I think, a Japanese comic book convention.


In China, if you want to become a flight attendant, you have to pass the bikini and high heels test.

Meanwhile, /not/ in Communist China.

Another helpful, not too confusing article on the subject of maximizing battery life in phones and tablets and so on.

And somewhere somebody is always kidding somebody.

Zap! Pew! VOOOOSH! /Pew-pew-pew!/ WHUMPF! etc.

      “You folks may not be aware that until 1992 the Science Center of Iowa contained the only fully functional transparent toilet in the Northern Hemisphere. And there she is, the genuine article. Ain’t she a beaut? Who wants to try her out? No takers? All right, suit yourself. Now, if you’ll step this way–”

      “We had an interesting incident near Humboldt State University. A new cell tower went up and the local newspaper asked a number of people what they thought of it. Some said they noticed their cell phone reception was much improved. Some said the tower was negatively affecting their health– giving them headaches and interfering with their sleep, making them nervous or thirsty, or giving them an unpleasant ‘buzzing’ feeling. The project engineer said, ‘Think about how much more pronounced these effects will be once it’s actually switched on.'”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (Xmas 2015-12-25) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

The show includes William S. Burroughs’ /A Junky’s Christmas/, Robin Williamson’s /Five Denials on Merlin’s Grave/, essays on language and art and religion and the sciences, side-trips into the frightening and bizarre, the goofy and the jejune, whatever that means. You won’t be disappointed.

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

Danny MacAskill’s latest bicycle video! Vertiginous, impossible, terrifying, thrilling.

The 1970s. I looked at all the pictures before I read that the studio that took them was in the Netherlands. I was thinking: Ohio, or the Midwest.

And as long ago from there as that was from here:

A creepily honest performance of /Baby, It’s Cold Outside./

The man you see getting punched in the face was charged with assaulting the cop you see punching him. Later, after the dashcam video was released and the truth was made known, the cop was punished with one day of suspension, meaning he got a day off to go get ice cream.

GoodGuy-With-A-Gun comix.

Movie titles drug deal.

Gaslighting sack-of-shit /cat/.

Just feed the poor.

Breaking wind at 457 mph.

Star Wars without Star Wars.


Zaka budu! Nih? Feh!

Like /bam/! Like /whoosh/!

Photographs of Penn Station in the 1950s. My favorite: the woman in glasses and a white glove, asleep in her train seat.

Can you read my lips?

A video slideshow of images.

I love rockets. I always have. How could one not? This is every kind of amazing…

…Here’s just the money shot.

Mexican standoff.

Peasant comics. “Water is the devil’s drink.”

Asbestos is the devil’s snow.

The amazing crap-o-matic. Click on Again. Again. Again. And so on.

Let’s compare 1963 to 2015. 1963: Jessica Mitford’s /American Way of Death/, a paperback book it takes three hours to read and enjoy.

2015: Adam Ruins Everything– Funerals. 4 minutes of video. Same thing.

You can clearly see on the /security video/ the man is walking along, twirling a pen in his fingers as he goes. Plenty of light, including the cruiser’s lights right on him. Cop jumps out of the car, shoots the man down. Wha?

Debt clock.


Everything you like to eat turns out to be safe to eat. Just don’t have too much, and eat something else once in awhile.

Gary the Stormtrooper compilation.

Steve Martin makes balloon animals for Muppets.

Concrete ships. Click through the slide show.

One little gun for each U.S. civilian gun death in 2013. Scroll down. Scroll down. Scroll down. And so on.

The red-hot-nickel-ball-destroying-things year in review.

(The one with the ice is my favorite.)

A couple of young men –of Brazilian origin, by the way– are on the grass on a wide boulevard outside an airport, shooting video for their YouTube channel, and a woman driving by sees them, mistakes them for Godless, homosexual Middle Eastern terrorists, and becomes enraged. Hilarity ensues. Also lots of not just swearing but demented word-salad swearing.

Further /Hark! a Vagrant!/ straw feminists.

SmoothLife set to a sort of arpeggiated chiptunes version of Pachelbel’s Canon. “SmoothLife is a family of rules created by Stephan Rafler. It was designed as a continuous version of Conway’s Game of Life – using floating point values instead of integers. This rule is SmoothLifeL which supports many interesting phenomena such as gliders that can travel in any direction, rotating pairs of gliders, wickstretchers and the appearance of elastic tension in the ‘cords’ that join the blobs.”

Test yourself for evil. It turns out that I’m “infrequently vile”, showing 3 of 10 for Machiavellianism, 5 of ten for narcissism, but only 2 of 10 for psychopathy.

Ah! There you are. Did you think you could hide from us?

And the year in review, with the focus on what Americans got stuck up their butt in 2015.

It’s slide-turn-/kick/, slide-turn-/kick/, step, twist, /present/, and jump. Got it? Try again.

      “See, I’ve fought you guys enough. You basically aren’t level bosses anymore.” –Doctor McNinja

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-12-18) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

The 2015 Voight-Kampff empathy test.

A day in the life of Bonnie Consolo.

How did they Nazi this coming?

10 British ads.

A fascinating tour of the ISS. Russian module, bathrooms, Medusa hair, everything.

Worlds collide.

Well, it’s about time. That little woman has been stymied far too long by the obstacle of tedious and hazardous whittling. “NOW a Woman CAN Sharpen a Pencil.”

Skip ahead to about 3:20– they show the launch in slow motion from nearby, then from the point of view of the side of the rocket. Then they fill it up with water and compressed air again, and again –a little more air each time– and eventually it goes almost a third of a mile high. The rocket is about ten feet tall and as big around as a stripper pole. The reaction mass is tap water.

Here, again, even later and using even higher pressure. Better flight video.


The added iron in cereal is actual tiny shards of iron.

Why it flops.

Speaking of magnets, I got sucked into cop-fail compilation videos. Here’s just one.

The man at the far right, walking away from the police, is shot and knocked down, then shot and shot and shot some more as he dies trying to crawl away. (The dozens of gunshots are the snapping, crackling sounds, attenuated by the phone’s recording process.)

Don’t kill other people; that goes without saying. But also don’t kill yourself– you’ll regret it.

A short science-fiction film with a nice twist to it.

Bad Lip Reading project: Original Star Wars.

Bad Lip Reading project: Walking Dead. “Da-bibbida-bibbidum.”

A beluga whale. Buh-loooooo-ga.

A bulbous bouffant.

Also not mentioned: the choking chemical smell of this hair fad, and how flammable it was. Scroll down.

The 5-hour Darth Vader holiday video yule log. Comments: “Hearth Vader.” “So nobody thought to remove the fireproof suit before the cremation? Or is that the point– suit becomes urn.”

O Fortuna. Which weirdly has become a holiday staple. Weirdly because the lyrics*.

So they’re all lying, but they’re not all lying all the time. Only the Republican candidates and their support circuitry are lying all the time.

I like the one about the clownfish.

The Mystery of the Leaping Fish.

“Where shall we fly next, Bobby?” “Let’s fly over there. And then just– fly around.”

Scott Adams’ transcribed conversation inserted at random into his Dilbert cartoons.

Complete instructions to assemble your new Jeep.

Why not to waste money on vitamin supplements.

Ratatat. Drugs.

Test your rhythm. (Tap along with the beat, and keep going after it fades out. Read your score. Done.)

“I wish I’d died instead of Mom.” (I’ve never seen that show, but it’s been explained to me that the boy’s name is Karl. His father, played by an English actor, has a thick (American) Southern accent, hence, “Coral.”)

Dickens’ Fruit Corners.

Things we got stuck in our bodies this year.

An exercise in editing.

Another kind of editing.

An exercise in pedaling.

Good to know. This man has made a lot of videos about fixing guitars.

“Check it out. It’s a frickin’ noodle. Your argument is invalid. Get a job.”

Some perspective on the Y-axis.

Indigo child.

Old book illustrations.

The Skate-stine chapel.

The HXDF. Read the article, then click on the image, then click through the slideshow.

Another fun musical toy.

Also, Bjork, in her first weird performance-art/spoken-word/musical piece, when she was a little girl, in 1976.

And her first recorded song, from earlier the same year.

*O Fortuna in English:

O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it; poverty and power it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through the game I bring my bare back to your villainy.

Fate is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me.


      “Bad credit? No credit? First time buyer? First time baby? No legs? 8 legs? You a spider? Are you a spider trying to buy a house?” –Audrey Farnsworth

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-12-11) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

Other people make mistakes. Slow down.

Tom Tetzlaff provided the link to this magnificent high-rez time-lapse video of the phases of the moon. Switch the resolution up to where it won’t play right anymore, then back off a notch.

Smells like Adele.

Why are things colored? Continue, continue, etc.

Man makes microscopic stained glass windows by arranging diatoms in geometric patterns with a needle. “This is the part that takes dexterity.”

“Teach the kids what modern life is like.”

Darth Trump.

The Carrie Fisher and her placid dog interview with Blondie Good-Genes.

The Holy Koran Experiment.

The psychedelic Hebrew alphabet song.

The infinitely geared transmission. The demo actually starts about a minute in.

A Santa’s Santa.

“He talks through a megaphone, and listens with ear trumpets like airplane detectors, while his binoculars complete the illustion of nearness.”

Och, the puir wee thing. You just want to take her inside and wrap her in towels.

A kind of hero.

The power of the Big Charleston lobby.

These newfangled phonographs and radios must be heavily regulated, otherwise it’s not fair to the traditional music box industry and all the workers it employs.

How the Bhutanese scare off demons with giant dick murals.

Theological thermodynamics.

Data visualization award winners, including the graph every anti-vaccination lunatic should see.

Here’s just that one. Click on it to make it big.

Feed it /Fort Bragg, CA/ and it responds: “There have been 29 shootings within a 100-mile radius of this point in the past year, 12 fatal and 17 non-fatal.”

/Criminy/, Rashid, lighten up. The off-duty corrections officer woman only just called you a brainwashed terrorist full of Satan and threw scalding coffee in your face and cracked you across the ear with her umbrella for being Muslim in /her/ public park. Have some perspective.

From India to the planet Mars, 1900.

It runs the battery down really fast, but it’s so worth it.

“Get. Out. The. Bath. Is. Over.” “No! No! No! No!”

The future world of the past. “You can only float and float and float! Until you explode– with opportunity!” “I’m convincing you!”



About that movie library.

She’ll be happier with a Hoover.

Slightly post-WW2 footage of Tokyo.

Chindogu. (Joshua sent this link to the MCN Discussion listserv.)

This reminds me of the movie /Simone/. (The one with Al Pacino playing a washed up movie director given the perfect virtual actress by a dying computer programmer.)

People were asked to, in gif form, sum up their first sexual experience.

“Most glorious flames of 2015.”

“The part I think I’d like best is crushing people who get in my way.”

An impressive little papercraft project. Stay for the blower at the end.

The effect of boundary restriction on slithering. Includes the term /buckling morphology/.

In her defense, it should be noted that her head is a massive slab of bone.

So unfair. Isn’t that always the way? You get a good gig, and some wise guy comes along…

And the rest is sirens.

      “All things change to fire, and fire exhausted falls back into things.” –Heraclitus

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-12-04) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

An exoplanetary animation.

Retro /Star Wars/.

“A stereoscopic plunge into the guts of an organic Paris seen as a cell through a virtual microscope.” It reminds me of /Strings/.

/Strings/ is a film made with real marionettes, not CGI, about a world where people are actual marionettes, aware of as well as limited by their strings. I had a copy of it when it was new and I watched it over and over. Hunt it down and watch it with your kids.

Maybe not the coolest chess problem ever, but a neat trick.

Albert Camus: The Absurd Hero.

Three 360-degree video cameras on stage at a concert. You can watch from any camera and turn your point of view. (This only works right if you have very fast internet service.)

Drummers, born or made? Evidence for born:

Oh. Good to know. (How to instantly quiet and calm a screaming baby.) (This is like the one about the off-switch for cats.)

I found it again: the off-switch for cats. (Actually, “How to deactivate a cat.”)

I wonder if something like that would work on Trump, Trump-Trump, Trump-Trump-Trump-Trump-Trump-Trump?

British astronaut’s dream.

Space bowl. (N, then n, then n again.)

Formerly invisibly high-speed courtship behavior in pet birds.

We’re getting very close to computers being able to actually understand the world. This program captions what the camera sees.

I wonder what the above computer program would have to say about this: I count ten policemen, guns raised, surrounding on three sides a little man in San Francisco on a typical Wednesday. He tries to walk away, and he makes the mistake of putting his hand in his pocket. Every policeman fires multiple shots, and the gunfire mixed with the screaming audience in the nearby bus is– uh– I don’t know; words fail me. Really, be warned: if seeing a horrible thing has ever made you throw up, don’t watch this.

Here’s the sort of thing that happens in the sort of place where no-one has a gun and not even the police have a gun. A person is more likely to have cello than to have a gun.

Math truths.

Looking upward between buildings in Hong Kong. Very science-fictiony.

Ghost cities of China.

Meanwhile, in Korea.

First-time ever lateral video of rocket separation. (Not CGI.) They go back and show it to you slowly.

All the manned rockets.

“After sex, get your still-moist panties from the floor and use them to tie your hair back. This will show him that you’re fun, casual and easy-going.”  Though my favorite is still the one with the fork.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

What narcolepsy really looks like. (Note: erratic sound level.)

These French kids do little dances to their songs. They’re gracefully robotically spastic, cute.

It’s an ad for a cardboard company, but they make a playable Stratocaster out of cardboard.

And I’m not sure what the point of this is, but it’s lovely. I think it might be about cigarets being like a forest fire in your lungs, and also the woman seems vaguely menacing, neurotic, and though I don’t like that in a real person, in a cartoon person it has a certain appeal.

A freaky Thorgellen.

      “Mr. Ross is troubled by the fact that a man wouldn’t use a sledge hammer in the house, and thinks the scene had better be in the back yard with the doll placed on a large stone.” –Daise Terry

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-11-27) KNYO (and, after midnight, KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

Stuart Cohen came by to play a few of his new songs. If you’re just only here for that part, then, here.

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

William S. Burroughs: A Thanksgiving Prayer, 1986.

William Shatner on the terror of the turkey deep-fryer fire.

Tony Zhou on Buster Keaton.


“Farty toffy makes me smoke.”

“I’ll give you one guess who said this in real life.”

There are so many bicycles in Amsterdam that they can become confused and march lemming-like right into the water. This man’s job is to drive a special machine to get them out of the way of boats when they accumulate under there.

The end of the dream.

The lost woman.

A witch burning.

Fire tornado in slow motion.

The sky green and yellow with parakeets.

How to tell if you’ve been abducted by aliens.

How homeopathy, “energy work”, accupuncture, chiropractic adjustments, essential oil, color therapy, reflexology, feng shui, hypnosis, and so on, work. And why you still need a real doctor who has studied real medicine when something is really wrong with you or your child.

Also, the chief effect of taking supplement pills (vitamins, herbs, etc.) is to make your bodily waste more nutritious for the microbes living in your septic tank. (Plus, tens of thousands of people every year go to the hospital because they’ve poisoned themselves by taking so many vitamins that their bodies can’t just piss and shit away what they don’t need.)

Lovely animation, but it doesn’t count the state-sponsored terrorism of spending a trillion dollars to send armies and navies and air forces (including war drones) halfway around the world to do it on a huge scale for the benefit of arms manufacturers and war contracting corporations. It only counts the amateurs.

The fruit of the Big Zinc lobby.

A self-explanatory sampling synthesizer and controller.

The telharmonium.

The way a rocket is supposed to land. And then they can check it out, fill it up with fuel and oxidizer, and launch it again. Finally.

How we get wood.

The newspaper seems to think this art project is a failure. I think it’s genius.

The smoke and fire is from the brake failing– the friction. The article about this video includes: “No hard-hats or safety gear; I suspect these are Russians.”

And how the U.S. goes to war. Every single time.

“God /dammit!/ You kids, quit horsing around in there and /go to sleep!/”


I Lift My Lamp Beside the Golden Door: Concerto for Horn and Hardart.

      “There’s a calm before every storm. And after storms it’s calm too. Basically, it’s either calm or there is a storm.” –Greg Dorris

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-11-20) KNYO (and, after midnight, KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

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

Until we can get the /wrong way– go back/ sign installed.

You’re already past halfway. Don’t go back now.

Learning from 1950s Superman.

Hey, comrades, let’s put on a show!

The three things that can happen to a horse.

Horn and Hardart.

Large musical instruments.

If you know where Ada B. Fine is, please send her this link. I remember how much she used to love ducks.

Iron and Wine: Boy With a Coin.

And that explains it.

Cat sucking its fingers.

A new product that’s a robot cat to comfort old people. The first thing I thought, on seeing the promotional video, was: Why isn’t it also a hands-free phone and a video projector?

Another thing for a cat to do: pose naked with a pole.

We see from the helicopter but we hear the sound from the man’s headset. “Oof! Oh! Uff! Oh, no! Ahh. Oof!”

“This tragedy clearly demonstrates…”

You know the way, in video, propellers sometimes look like freaky waving giant alien metal grass floating along next to where a propeller should be? Here is a simple, clear explanation:

Details of /Pushing Daisies/, one of my favorite teevee shows, ever.

“It’s been rented.”

“Okay, that’s good, but we need you to do it a little whiter. Okay, go.” “Oh, man, that is great. I feel like I’ve been transported to CaucasiaLand.”

Evolution of Barbie.

The Blast Supper.

Evolution of the bicycle horn.

Evolution of tattoos and nose-piercing and branding with a red-hot paper clip. Bleagh.

“Reuben, Reuben, I been thinking…”

“Welcome to Mendocino. We’ve got gourmet gasoline.”

Irish people attempt American accents. Happiness ensues.

The part where it gets to “Wait. Is this Rachel of Cardholder Services?” is my favorite part.

The smiley nightmare of the ’80s.

A time-compressed icebreaker trip.

The answer to the question, Syria, WTF?

Just as good.

Think how the squirrel feels, here.

A little hard work never hurt anybody.

How a skateboarder lands on the ceiling.

How to casually dance on a skateboard.

How to do a hundred things.

How to build a Black Ops ray gun.

Wait for it… wait for it… There. Um-hm. Thing is, these people and millions like them have the right to get a driver’s license, and raise little copies of themselves, and so on, as well as the right to own as many guns as they can pay a purveyor at a gun show for.

The future.

The 1949 Roomba and her brother.

Climate interruptus. (1 minute.)

Somehow I knew that it was going to end up as a white guy in a t-shirt.

White people.

“Smile, bitch.”

Y’all can just go home now. We have our winner (of the world-championship of crying).

Spock tribute.

“COTTON MATHER, You Dog, Dam you; I’ll inoculate you with this, with a Pox to you.” The first anti-vaxxers.


Point-counterpoint in 2003.

The real monsters.

Also, everything we know about addiction is wrong.


And a new game that I heard about in a radio story and that looks worthwhile. It’s a game about writing.

And another worthwhile-looking game. This one is about perception.

The Cute Little Dog and Black Leather Teddy Go To the Moon (ages 5-7).

      “Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” –Kurt Vonnegut

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-11-13) KNYO (and, after midnight, KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

I was just looking at the stats page for this weblog. This particularly interests me: My most popular posts by far are ones that have a certain kind of title. For example, the one titled Hot Israeli Army Girls, from two years ago, has got more reads (or at least clicks) than all the other hundreds of posts put together and still is read nearly daily in Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia and Japan. The next hottest title: a line that stuck in my memory from a science fiction story I admired forty years ago in high school: Zirn Left Unguarded, the Jenghik Palace in Flames, Jon Westerly Dead. Again, Indonesia. And Belgium and Sweden.

It makes me think of Frog Hammer, the corporate branding agency Richard consults for the New Burbage Theater Festival in Slings and Arrows, a show written by Susan Coyne and Mark McKinney (who played Richard) (yes, the Mark McKinney of Kids in the Hall). The head of Frog Hammer, a genius (or) madman, sees cause and effect relationships that aren’t there at all but that nonetheless work. The lesson I take from this? Vaguely sexually suggestive gibberish trumps all. It explains so much.

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

“As for the co-pilot, the crash changed him.”

The (transparent) mystery of Star Trek hair loss.

Ten hours of 432 hz DNA Healing/Chakra Cleansing Meditation/Relaxation Music

Better: three minutes of Michael Jackson on hand-cranked barrel organ.

Even better: this acapella version.

Black MIDI.

Cartoonist Bill Cornelius sent me this link, saying, “This is so important, we need to help get the word out!”

This wonderful man invents, constructs, names and plays brand new instruments.

North Korea seems to be modeling its public spaces on Wes Anderson films.

“This font automatically activates my Japanese brains, and it’s very confusing to me.”

Particle smasher result or moth trails? Moth trails.

New jetpack test. Low and over water, of course, because what if it should unpredictably stop blowing fire?

Again I recommend /Tomorrowland/. A film underrated because the first half is slightly more satisfying than the second half. Tch.

The shapes of things to come. Explore.

From the days when we first welcomed our giant pillowy overlords.

Baby monitor after 2-year-old saw Star Wars.

“Hello my child. We send you your Chocolate Lombard by the aircraft to India.”

“Let’s throw metal things into that million dollar magnet.” “Okay, ha ha!”

Images from a Renaissance manuscript about eye problems.

“You’re welcome. We’ll be right back, unless we already are.”

The Donald Trump lorem ipsum generator. Just click on his compellingly punchable face. And again. And again.

“How this was donne by soe small Force/ Did cost the Colledg a Month’s discourse.”

Trick riding.

That’s Plutology.

Go, fightin’ ritualized tribal warfare surrogates!

On the one hand it’s like a furious chihuahua barking at you from inside a car. On the other hand, it’s a thrilling exhibition of skill, with some worry in there that she’ll poke herself in the eye, or chop off an ear, or let the thing slip out of her hand and impale one of the judges.

The whys and wherefores and how muches and who said whats.

      “A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it is insane.” –David Mahoney

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-11-06) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

This is my 919th weekly Memo of the Air show, all told, my 150th for KNYO Fort Bragg CA, and just my fourth for KMEC Ukiah and Redwood Valley. The show starts at 9pm as usual on KNYO, then at midnight KMEC grabs it in progress and it’s on both stations from then till 3am, and then KMEC lets go and until I finish for the night the rest is only on KNYO again.

At nearly exactly 10pm, an hour into the show, journalist and publisher Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost calls and we talk for about twenty minutes. Hank Sims is one of my heroes. You can hear me go a little fanboy about it.

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

The undulating incandescent nuclear blob creature in the sky.

Space plants.

1,300-plus daily Buck Rogers strips from the early 1930s. Read the story about them; it’ll tell you how to come back to where you leave off.

Arthur Radebaugh, the man who made the future..

Flushable wipes? Wipes, yeah, that’s what they do, but flushable? Don’t.

Can cuttlefish camouflage in a tacky living room? Challenge accepted.

Guff jar. Thwackpots. Etc.

A slow-mo clunk beaker orchestra. Just a minuet, there, boys. Not so fast.

Mouse sex serenades slowed down so you can hear them.

A lovely ad for a bar catering to people who like gears.

An illustrated article about the future of industrial civilization.

I find a video like this, about video equipment, soothing.

And the same with this macrophotography of soap bubbles.

And the same with this otter contact-juggling a pebble.*

And the same with these synchronized jugglers.

And the same with this 89-year-old first-time standup comic.

And the same with this man’s lifetime-long project to interview himself across the ages.

And the same with with this explanation of a sewing machine. This is how it’s worked for 180 years.

The case against Howe.

A new kind of drill that melts and re-forms the job, leaves all the metal where it is (it doesn’t chop the metal out and throw it away), and so makes the hole stronger and, incidentally, usefully threadable.

The cool thing for me is: we live in a world and a time where a guy in a hat like that can have a jet engine in his yard to play with.

Good advice on how to make your phone or tablet’s battery last a long time. This is iPhone advice, but it applies to other kinds of phones and devices.

Jocular-broccoli. Effacious-octo-turtle. Arcadian-funicular.

All the gadgets.

All the exoplanets, so far, to scale.

The Peril of Skull Rock.

“My lonely robots.”

Man on the moon. It’s an ad for a store, but so what?

Where the water on Mars went.

Chemtrails reduce terrorism.

Fluid dynamics. How it’s worked for 13 billion years.

Bernie Sanders’ trick or treat.

And that’s why they call it a leopard.

An ad for a game that prompts your creativity to write.

A musical album generator that also generates the song titles.


All about snow.

Never, /never/ piss down from a bridge onto the trolley-car power wires.


“I find your lack of faith… distur-OOF!”

Pi, the first 500 pages.

Not just good but great eggs from formerly bad but now presumably good eggs. Eggs.

*A pebble that’s a new kind of synthesizer controller.

One way a person might dress to play a musical pebble like that.

And a dance lesson from the young flexible version of James Brown.

I can understand why the furries feel this way. When I was little I loved Tony the Tiger. I even met Thurl Ravenscroft when I was five, but I stalked away back into the kitchen of my grandparents’ Italian restaurant, declaring, “/That/ isn’t Tony the Tiger. Tony the Tiger is a /tiger/.”

This /is/ my costume.

      “Oh, this is fun! A married man, air conditioning– champagne and potato chips… It’s just a wonderful party!” –Marilyn Monroe

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-10-30) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

This is my 918th weekly Memo of the Air show, all told, my 149th for KNYO Fort Bragg CA, and just my third for KMEC Ukiah and Redwood Valley. The show starts at 9pm as usual on KNYO, then at midnight KMEC grabs it in progress and it’s on both stations from then till 3am, and then KMEC lets go and until I finish for the night the rest is only on KNYO again.

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

Lorenzo Milam, /National Private Radio/.

Creep Qawwali. “I deliver your pizza. Will you deliver my baby?”

About Northern Exposure.

Luna plays B.B. King.

Another cross-genre cover. Actually, a lot of them, all classy. Look down the Up Next column.

Japanese girl Klezmer pop.

The slowest Rube Goldberg machine in the world. Besides your life. Everybody’s life. The universe, actually.

Biisuke Ball’s big adventure.

That explains it.

Honest road rage.

Bad lip reading project: Democratic debate.

Ah, another money-begging drive. It’s cotton-gluing time at KZYX.

Homemade weapons.

Famous Vietnam naked napalm little girl finally gets proper medical treatment. Good.

Free stock photos!

Free math websites.

I fucking love science.

Scientist talks about the uses of how ants flow.

“Foam this room.” And it was foamed.

Big art.

Little art.

These are photographs of real people, not cartoons.

Pneumatic damn wings!

The Swedish Army drum corps.

“Remember, we don’t have to be mean, because wherever you go, there you are.”

Is Aspartame safe? Yes.

Japanese commercials.

“Medicine” made of real powdered ghosts.

And the last words of Dutch Schultz, animated.

Hard out here for a pimp.

      “I explained ‘gluten allergy’ to my grandma and she sighed and told me they ate leather belts during WWII to keep from starving.” –Paige

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-10-23) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

This is my 917th weekly Memo of the Air show, all told, my 148th for KNYO Fort Bragg CA, and just my second for KMEC Ukiah and Redwood Valley. The show starts at 9pm as usual on KNYO, then at midnight KMEC grabs it in progress and it’s on both stations from then till 3am, and then KMEC lets go and anything after that is only on KNYO again.

I just now wrote a whole long whine here about all the things that went wrong during the week and in getting ready and actually doing the show, involving, for one, Juanita’s printer being a bully and a tease at the last fricking minute, but it ended with /You might never notice anything was a problem,/ so in fact why bore you with that? Highlight and delete. Done.

I read several stories from the electronic version of the Anderson Valley Advertiser ($25 a year, worth every penny), including one by Flynn Washburn about his employment and incarceration history. Two fine poems by the Mark Winkler of Ukiah. You’re given –/given/– an opportunity to acquire for yourself a goodly share of AzizOmar97’s temporarily inaccessible “$48.9MillionUSD and 280 Bars of Gold.” John Sakowicz remembers guitar legend Michael Hedges. Alex Balk advises on how to manage anxiety (by imagining yourself dead and not having to deal with whatever the problem is) (but more than just that). Potemkin-village-style cotton-gluing time in Uzbekistan (and locally, metaphorically, also at KZYX). The religious-nonsense-free world KA would like to live in. Oswaldo Aquilar’s picks for the biggest lies of still-taught history. A defective-flag recall. And– ah-ha: just glancing through the show file I grasp now what I bobbled to cause about a fourth of the material to be unavailable. It isn’t only the end, it’s a good chunk of the middle, including a couple of entertaining true-life horror stories… Well, okay. I’ll bring that stuff next week. Anyway, it resulted in an exactly six-hour show, to the second, and that’s what I should be shooting for, now that I’m old and staying up all day and /all/ night just makes me cranky and barky, not like when I was a kid and could eat anything I wanted and had that great Chevy Biscayne that never burned a drop of oil.

Just kidding. I can still eat anything I want. Gluten, GMO cheese, glyphosate, boiled belts. It rolls right off me.

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

Seven hours on the source of all life in a few seconds. A surface event  hundreds of thousands of miles wide, involving enough energy to power today’s U.S. until the sun swallows all the planets out to Jupiter.

Germany’s new directions in power. (Enjoy this informative video. It’s the sort of thing you won’t be seeing anymore now that Fox so-called News perpetrator Roger Ailes has acquired National Geographic.)

Photographs of and stories about 1970s pimps. (Clipped from /Terminal Bar/, which you can see in its entirety here.)

You need a life coach and the crystals.

And some paper.

And a knittin’ needle, and some water, and a microgravity environment.

And a cello.

One in a series of ads for a new kind of violin that uses your phone to produce and process and loop sound in real time. The phone clips to the back of the violin.

An ad for a wireless midi synthesizer controller that you stick to your acoustic guitar. (Also a real-time recording.)

“Just because you’re in the car and it’s possible to do, doesn’t mean you should do it.”

If mothers talked to each other they way they talk to their kids.

If a robbery report was treated like a rape report.

A wonderful planet. And such wonderful people. I’m so happy to visit. It’s the only planet in the entire spiral arm with yodeling. If you’re going to use a music video for porn, this is what you want, man. Also, there’s a clean hankie, for after.

This is like Garfield Without Garfield except for it’s real life and without little computer phones instead of being without Garfield.

Speaking of which, Louis C.K.

A train is late.

Mechanical planets.

Tap dancing. Cool again.

Swing dancers vs. street dancers. If you waste your time on nothing else here, this is the one.

Michael Jackson Japanesed.

Recent release of moonshot stills assembled into a short stop-o-mation film.

Amazing skydiving wingsuit record jump.

The true Scottish origin of Halloween. Samhain. Guising. Apple divination. Turnip lanterns.

Satans of earlier times seem somehow inauthentic today. This 1980s Satan, for example, doesn’t know how to pronounce Samhain.

Remember last week when I said fashion is stupid. Here it is dazzlingly stupid.,pd=4,f=size-xxl/bilder-woche-london-england-fashion-week.jpg

Plenty of life jackets. Don’t you worry about that.

“It’s just a boy with a bird. And it’s none of your business what they do in their sky kingdom.”

Star Trek clothes.

Jabba the Hutt is the good guy.

Rubens plane.

Jiwi’s get up machine.

Elly Cooney sent this link. Republican so-called debate touched up by the Bad Lip Reading project:

Michelle Duggar’s Sacred Blessings Motherhood & Marriage 12-Month Nature Calendar.

Cow-centric alien apocalypse scenario. (If you have a problem with not being able to un-see creepy things, Cyriak is not for you.)

Chinese say dam it. (In the real world, or rather the world of /Firefly/, the Chinese word for /God damn it/ is /gorramit/.)

Chinese medicine.

Spiritually detoxing Mother Ocean of harmful GMOs and driving the evil spirits out. With a special stick.

“Religion, that’s where the money is.” –L. Ron Hubbard

Who created God, then?

“The real lesson: Figuring out which ideas are true is hard.”

The hollow Earth.

The good old days. Barber-shizzle.

Pop science.

On the run.

Under weigh.

The flashlight sword scenes.

Fun with liquid.

Paint stripper. A video gimmick. (Some sex and milk parts are revealed, in case that would bug you.)

Stills processed into moving pictures.

Violinist collected ten years of creepy online attention.

Turn down for what. For 300+ million views, that’s what.

The two kinds of popping, and why. It has to do with stress, yes, but also with the speed of sound in the material.

Doesn’t work in Firefox. Works in Chrome. Works best on your phone or tablet, via the free app.

Works on bike thieves. It seems painful and mean, but they are thieves.

Works on bongos.

The cars, they are all alike anymore. Here’s why.

And /Suckablood!/


Yggdrasil (family size tube 10% off at Walgreens)

      “If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you don’t bring forth what is within you, what you don’t bring forth will destroy you.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-10-16) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

This is my 916th weekly Memo of the Air show, my 147th for KNYO Fort Bragg CA, and my first for KMEC Ukiah and Redwood Valley. Here’s the deal: from now on, the show starts at 9pm as usual on KNYO, then at midnight KMEC grabs it in progress and it’s on both stations from then till 3am, and then KMEC lets go and anything after that is only on KNYO again. Simple.

While the areas these two small stations cover is only a tiny portion of vast Mendocino County, that portion includes where seven or eight out of ten people in in the county live: Fort Bragg (KNYO-LP) and Ukiah/Redwood Valley (KMEC). This brings the numbers I can draw written work from back up to nearly what they were when there was KMFB (R.I.P.). So I’m grateful to not only Bob Young of KNYO but to Sid Cooperider and Ed Nieves of KMEC for saying, /Sure, why not?/ instead of the other thing, and inside my head I’m hopping around in a goofy little happy-dance. I’m sure that will wear off in a few days when something unforeseen flies into the soup, but for now I want you to picture Dom DeLuise in Mel Brooks’ /The Twelve Chairs/, where he’s on top of a tower of rocks with what he thinks is the chair with the treasure inside, and he waves his arms and belly around and gleefully shouts to God, and to the men below who have been unable to keep the chair for themselves, “YA YA YA! YA YA /YA/!”

In a moment he’s going to rip the chair cushion open and find out that it’s not the right chair after all. But for now:


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

Same great look, same great flavor, for 500 million years.

Sea level rise. Animated graphics.

The Original God is back.

Pope as lily.

Pope in the wind, in general.

Exactly, Bill Nye. Thank you.

Ad for gum.


The song of the dancing googly-eyed tampons, to teach children about periods.


Squeaky clothes.

Yeah. Hugh Hefner. About that…

The untold story of the Ermahgerd Girl.

Preserving dead things by feeding them to bugs.

The circus in the old days.

Jimmy Stewart’s bad dream about a bunch of Stanley Kubrick movies.

I like the combination of overdriven electronics and slow motion jumping children.

Tiny shiny things. That’s life.

The wheels.



“Destroy them! Kill them all!”

Fashion isn’t just only funny anymore, it’s slid entirely into stupid.

/Florida man/ news stories made into delightful comic strips.

How to delete Google’s tracking info on you.

Don’t be fooled.

Okay, this looks like mostly ground-effect, but it’s so cool I’m gonna call it flying.

And a copiously captioned exploded view of the Saturn 5 rocket that took members of our upstart species to another place beyond the sky. We’ll make other rockets, but we don’t have the ability to make this kind of rocket ever again. We’ve lost the technology.

The good sense God gave a goose.

      “I cannot stress enough the importance of your security lanyard.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-10-09) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.

A Columbus Day* sale of just a huge mishmosh of everything under the sun. Doug McKenty called and talked about the current episode in the ongoing KZYX comic debacle of paranoid management. The poetry of Pushkin. Michael Hughes on Woody Guthrie. Exciting news from the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. Oaky Joe Munsen in his own words. Todd Walton. Jim Bakker’s Dream. The Black Death. Blackie in wax…

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

Going like sixty.

Going like 130.

The six horsepower Stanley steam engine. (Just the engine; the boiler and firebox arrangement was much bigger.),_6_horsepower.JPG

Here’s a steam-powered passenger car’s boiler.

Timelapse paper mush dragon, from newspaper to finished product.

Defender of Edward Snowden notices that news anchor/interviewer person is rather reading questions from a script and not listening to him at all, so he starts talking about Edward Scissorhands instead and of course the interviewer doesn’t notice and carries on. Can this be real? Yes.

Expertise with a drum kit made of trash.

You want some more? Well, here’s some more.

Cool math put very simply.


Jobs French women might be able to dress up as having in the future.

Historic art women of meh.


History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.

Latest high-rez photos of Pluto’s moon Charon (say KEHR-uhn).

Celebrating an exoplanet-discovery milestone with lovely exoplanetary space porn.

What sorcery is this!

Jim Bakker’s frightening dream.

Colbert is right– skin port sounds a lot better than pizza drain.

Gadgets play Doors.

Apparently there’s a large subculture of kids who modify their video games to do purely interesting things, given the never perfect congruency between real life physics and game physics, and then they share these mods. Here’s just one.–MeKE_OUNU

Understanding the Saturn finger.

Caught like a rat in a (Havahart) trap.

“The modern lumberjack is a fearsome beast, indeed.”

Man, master of fire, demonstrates survival lighter.

Facts about jellyfish, with photos that would make great desktop images.

The free Windows scanning, photo editing and resizing software I recommend.


John Oliver on mental illness.

First and final frames of hundreds of movies, side by side, with quiet piano music. Part one and part two.

The Inquisition (from History of the World by Mel Brooks) (incl. two dozen synchronized-swimming nuns to pull the old Jews under the water and drown them then rise smiling from the dungeon pool, on a giant hydraulic menorah, with burning fireworks in their hats).

Cop: “Mind your own fucking business, lady!” Later, same cop: [PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!]

The one true religion.

In The Know panel discussion about reducing the violence in our dreams.

The important thing about projection.

I remember showing this to you before, but here it is again. The music teacher to hire and keep on.

Security theater.

It’s a job. This guy stands there doing this all day. His hands are made of the same materials the chickens are made of. And that thin line is a continuous bandsaw blade pulled by a six-horsepower electric motor.

One 1944 comic book cover, with everything, please.

Music video with Morris dancing.

Types of Spanish accents.

Chinese checkpoint jam from drone.

Rather, we don’t have the medicine for it /yet/.

Marilyn Monroe muerta.

Clever use of animated text in an explanation of the past exonerative tense.

As a little boy he saw a UFO (far away, overhead) and was inspired. “My art shows spiritual technology, something beautiful and beyond human imagination, that comes from another galaxy. So, in relative way, this is like the God.”

“Started in China –don’t know how, but the Mongols used biological warfare, at Kaffa hurled plague corpses at the Genoese. The Italians fled back to Sicily and 1347 Black Death said hello to Europe in the form of infected fleas.”

Not hippie tie-dye at all, but rather pressed jellyfish.

Sexy costumes.

Fads of the future.

And a comic strip about how digestion works, complete with talking feces.


*Happy Columbus Day.


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