The sad trombone, the tiny violin, the razzmatazz, the rain.
“Love, like an inheritance due, that we had to wrangle about with angry relatives in order to get our share.” –Doc, in Bus Stop
Here is the recording of last night’s (2014-02-14) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.
And here are some links to other things to listen to and/or look at and/or think about, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:
I haven’t in a long while, but I used regularly to dream of climbing in buildings at night. This isn’t that, but it’s a little like that, and it’s real, so there’s that going for it.
In most places the rich like to be far away from the poor, and they employ people to go out and piss on them. But here the rich like to be up high where they can piss down on you, themselves.
A story about an interesting Italian man.
Her unashamed photography of her cancer scars.
Inner and outer beauty. Also, kosher meat.
So. A Frobenioid, eh?
Big Bang Big Boom.
They don’t actually drive them around until eight minutes in. I watched this with the sound off, so I don’t know what the vehicle sounds like, but –remember the last few times I showed you the most beautiful vehicle ever? This is better. And shiny, in the /Firefly/ sense of desirable.
How scientists tell shit from Shinola.