That great new-transmitter smell.
“I hooked up the accelerator pedal in my car to the brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I’m gone.” –Steven Wright
Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it this other way, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads.
The Comcast tech guy came Friday afternoon and solved the problem of erratic internet service at Juanita’s apartment. You know what it was? A thumb-size filter was still in the cable outside, left over from the old days when they limited your available teevee channels by blocking a wide swath of the frequency spectrum, like plugging a toilet with a wad of paper towels. “There’s your problem,” he said, and took it out.
Also he cut off and replaced all the old cable ends and connectors, inside and out, with new ones, and he showed me how to avoid the problem of wireless connections getting in an arm-wrestle and causing hiccups: you shut off the legacy lower band in the router setup. There’s a map to it, and one button to push, and then save.
The show went swimmingly. Not a single signal dropout over the web or on the air, the streaming server’s connection graph is flat as a tabletop for the whole seven hours, and when I use Ookla speed test my internet service is running consistently at the top speed I’m paying for both downstream and up.
If you’re having problems and your house had cable teevee for years before you got your (cable) internet service, ask the company about that old filter. It might be all that’s wrong and it’s easily fixed.
But besides all that, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:
Chaud Lapin (say SHO-la-pa).
Shake that thing. That’s it. Yeah. That’s the way I like it.
(Rerun.) Reg Kehoe and his Marimba Queens.
What’s wrong with this picture?
24 hours of Radio Four in 4 minutes.
The Everything Report.
Shaping big metal things.
I had an experience something like this but with a toner cartridge.
Isn’t she magnificent?
Shigero Miyamoto tells how he did it. “…Being able to feel like it’s a world you’re immersed in, that you’ve become a hero, that you’ve become brave, even if you’re actually crying.”
It’s a mystery.
Abandoned cooling towers.
Russolo – LA PIOGGIA – for soprano, piano and intonarumori.
Wonderful young people. I played this piece on the radio, but it’s just so great to /see/ them playing it.
The hula. Everything old is new again.
How they did it.
How we get cats. (Or) Well, there’s your problem, ma’m. You’ve got cats.
Tarsus of a diving beetle. (This is the part that the male fastens to the female’s back to facilitate mating; it’s a sort of grappling-foot.)
…And further striking science images.
Why not to drink and drive. Warning. Do not look. Really.
Jesus, be careful, man. You get sucked into that, you end up on that planet Gemma was trapped on with Hydra’s horror god.
The art of the heist.
Scarface as kiddy play. “Can you stop saying /fudge/ all the time, you son of a bee, it’s boring. I’m leaving you, motherfudger.” Remember Bugsy Malone? This is pretty good, but if you like this, you need to see Bugsy Malone.
The original bandersnatch processed in wiggle-3D.
Our friend, the electric eel.
“In ugly situations the child does not receive any chance to return to the good, and may become stuck.”
1958 teevee show that predicted Trump.
How we get tweed.
Turkish delight ad made into a cute techno thing.
How the world became obese.
A comic strip about voting rights.
Clearly, from the illustration just beneath the heading /Fragments of Ancient Life/, we see that he played bass lute, ping-pong, he was a fry cook and a golfer, he studied Jenga and/or collected French fries, and he wore his sunglasses on a lanyard buttoned to his collar. He slept on a sled. And then there’s the to-go cup lid with the indentation to indicate either decaf or diet, /but no cup/. Hmm.
“You seem to have envigorated the activity.”
Instant paving (not counting the roadbed prep).
So it’s like matching socks, then; you go by thickness.
From John Campbell’s tragically defunct site Pictures for Sad Children.
“For a dying pimp who finds himself the owner of a remarkable library card… in the Twilight Zone.”
The six fingers of time.
And farewell, sucker Earthlings.