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.
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.