Ingloond axpicts. As do Woolz and Scootlund, laddy-me-boy.
“I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to overlook things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he’s /holding/ her… it’s almost… filthy. I mean, he’s about to kiss her and she’s pulling away. The way the leg’s sort of smashed up against her… Phew… Look how he’s painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it’s sort of touching him about /here/. It’s really… pretty torrid, don’t you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they’re all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally… erect.” [View widens. The painting is revealed to be a solid red rectangle.] –Steve Martin, L.A. Story
Here’s the recording of last night’s (2016-08-12) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to acquire and shake out and aurally adorn your hareem. Or kitchen, or whatever, that’s up to you.
Besides the usual six hours of stories and poems and educational fulfillment, including the saga of con-man/spy/Oriental mystic Ignácz Trebitsch of the Royal Hungarian Academy of Dramatic Art… let’s see– Scott Peterson called to blow the lid off the lucrative Fort Bragg murdered-whale racket. Stuart Cohen dropped by, sang a few songs, lamented the loss of a treasured childhood New Jersey trombone, recited a paean to radio-controlled toys. (You might recall the stirring line, “A paean! A paean!” in Henry Purcell’s /Dido and Aeneas/, whose stage design was the model for Jabba’s sail barge. ) Sean and Naomi came in– Naomi can pay $100 for a deejay with his or her own equipment to play music, that Naomi will provide, for her sister’s wedding in a couple of weeks in the Caspar Community Center. If you can do that job, or you know someone else who can and will, call her and work out the details: (707) 367-7338.
So! Also, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I happened upon while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.
Our sun, the heating system. This kind of thing never gets old for me.
Wrong. The job’s not done till the paperwork’s done.
Our greatest delusion.
“I will never build furniture on acid again.”
“It works. I don’t wanta bark anymore.”
Kanye noises. A compilation.
The marvelous V-12 Blastolene B-702. (Click to the side view.)
She was crippled in an accident, but not so crippled that there wasn’t hope. So she worked and worked to be able to walk up the aisle on her wedding day, and she did it. Wedding photoset.
A little wobble.
Man with camera wanders around at the top of skyscrapers and jumps from ledge to ledge. Thrillingly hard to watch, even though I’m telling you he doesn’t fall.
Super skate girl.
“I told the devil: Here’s your needle back.”
A long, interesting, very visual article about museums and virtual reality.
Sewage truck gently explodes on dashcam. Actually, less of an explosion and more of a sort of hiccupy /pooomph/. Note how the Russian language seems practically designed to talk to oneself about events like this as you drive through the result.
If meat eaters acted like vegans.
And, “Up yours, Coleman Sweeney. You’re not an asshole anymore.”