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Scaramucci, Scaramucci, will you do the fandango.


     “The best thing I’ve figured out is to just let things get really awful and wait for the joke. There’s always a joke lurking in the darkest shit.” –Steve Almond

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2017-07-28) KNYO (and, three hours in, also KMEC) Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and enjoy.

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.

And, 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:

First contact.

Watch this short video of detected earthquakes in Oklahoma since 2004 and take a guess when fracking really started up in earnest. Then see The Two Jakes (sequel to Chinatown).

Now that the Barnum & Baily Circus is no more, here are some pictures of it.

The Florida Trio rag doll act.

Its a fact.

You don’t have to love your body.

A slow-food movement.

Bec Hill visually translates Edith Piaf.


Paul Whiteman’s TV Teen Club.

Pride of place.

Energy-absorbing baseball tech.

Optimistic nihilism.


How to make friends.

Jane Zhang sings the Plava Laguna song from The Fifth Element without any sound processing.

Here’s a charming Ukrainian young lady doing the same thing. It sounds /rounder/.

Mr. Fish. Reaction.

In Strong Language, a weblog about swearing.

Schlager, a medley of which. This is a rare example of video actually /benefiting/ from aspect ratio distortion, though it would be even further improved by random fluctuation in the aspect ratio. I think I’ll do that and show you next week.

Counting to ten then tearing out your unprotected throat. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Battle simulations. Jedi knights against Medieval foot soldiers in different configurations.

8-part animation.

My favorite out of all these posters is: 20,000 Leagues (Of Their Own) Under the Sea.


Turtles all the way down.

Stairs all the way up.

“The Heart of Man; Either a Temple of God, or a Habitation of Satan; Represented in Ten Emblematical Figures (1851).”

Molten metal squirtgun.

And that’s it. Think of this when your friends try to drag you onto some obviously crazy ride. “Come on! You’ll have fun! Don’t be a chicken!” I’d rather live on my feet than die chopped in half and flying through air scented with diesel generator soot, teenage deodorant and fair-food vomit. I’ll be in the exhibit hall appreciating the competitive macrame and the giant six-foot-wide surrealistic San Francisco made of toothpicks and bread dough. And Star Wars airplanes made of Legos. And paintings of a cat sleeping on a horse.

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