Milkshake, yard, image. Milkshake, oil business, image. Milkshake, Jupiter, image. Etc.
“Words don’t have to mean anything to be funny. Pre-eclampsia. Say it.”
Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-03-18) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep. (Recently MediaFire changed things so you can’t any longer just click on Listen and start listening immediately. You can still click on Download and download the file and listen to it then. It’s actually been better all along to do it that way. I’m just letting you know so you don’t get there and go /What? Differerent! Aaaaugh!/ and flee without the great free thing you came for, that you deserve to have and enjoy, because you are a good person, and you don’t ever have to worry that you aren’t appreciated, because people appreciate you.) (I remember I had a new neighbor once, back when I lived in Caspar, who had little notes that sounded just like that, except without the part about MediaFire, made with an old-style Dymo label-maker in all the different colors of thick plastic strips they used to come in, and stuck all over the inside of her car, and one day in the shared driveway I noticed it aloud and she looked daggers at me, jumped in, peeled out and sped away.) (When I was little my favorite toy –besides books, and my sit-in car-house, and Supsups the rat-size raggedy bear-sheep-thing– was a Dymo labelmaker. But you never have time to explain things like that when someone’s already mad at you. Meaning me; you’re the one people appreciate.)
Molly B and John, newlyweds freshly back from their triumphant honeymoon theatrical tour of Costa Rica, hobnobbing with the great and the near-great and performing before the crowned heads of the Central American Riviera, showed up at the station and we sat around and talked for two hours, and Molly read her stories and poetry. John’s a fine-arts photographer and you might know Molly from her poetic announcements on the MCN Announce listserv. She has a calm, natural presence and I think she’s going have a show of her own soon on KNYO. Meanwhile, John has a show of his photography just a couple of storefronts north. Stop by.
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.
Ernst Chladni’s eponymous figures.
The new economy.
Name of the year competition. Voting starts soon.
Life eats life. That’s how it works.
Ylvis – The Language of Love.
Donald Trump says China.
Here’s how a simple eclipse –and there is very little simpler than a solar eclipse– affects a man who knows what it is and what’s happening, and who’s going 600 miles an hour five miles up in the sky, sitting in a comfy room with about 200 other people, recording the event with a thing in his hand that also shares it nearly instantly with anyone in the world who wants to see. A sophisticated modern man. And he can barely contain himself, he’s so awed and delighted. I think that’s good.
“As you can see. Ha ha ha! Only the long beautiful legs have survived the –ha ha!– mayhem.”
Chainsaw. Ladder against branch he’s cutting. What could go wrong?
There. All better.
The rocket. Solid and liquid propellent motors. Very simple machine.
An even simpler machine.
What the different stupid piercings says about you.
This house has people in it.
The first ever I Love Lucy episode, lost, found and repaired.
“Bow to Him. Bow to your God of Yarn and Sticks.”
(Be sure to scroll down to The View-Master.) (And somehow avoid the one about unwanted thoughts. Ugh.)
Don’t you wish you were as fascinated and happy with /anything/ as this man is pleased with this are-you-kidding-me-expensive toy he bought.
Stunning new view of the Milky Way.
And a Deadpool visual effects breakdown. /I’m/ ready for the sequels.