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Punch the sun.


     “Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry of wonderful times to come.” -Berthold Brecht

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2018-09-14) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to enjoy. (Left-click for instant-play. Right-click to download.) And here’s a page with that one and also other shows going back about a couple of years. And you can always go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and shuffle among the desiccated remains of even earlier shows, daintily clutching the hem of your ceremonial robes up out of the dust and ash and fantastic beetles.

Besides all that, here are links to a few maybe not radio-useful but worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

How the world works.

How to make cinnamon roll cheesecake.


Yes. Wonderful.

Also wonderful.

If you fall.

Stairways in Budapest.

The pattern library.

Sustained terror. I don’t understand how they don’t go deaf from this. How do their eardrums not pop in? Also people drown just practicing for this. But I get the attraction. When I was a boy I used to swim in the lake alone underwater for distance, testing myself, trying tricks to extend the time, like hyperventilating first, and experimenting with different ways of moving (best: simultaneous great wide stroke of arms and legs, bullet forward, arms at sides, streamlined, for five or six seconds until near-stop, then stroke again) but that was all just like three to ten feet beneath the surface, moving horizontally; you could always just turn upward and be instantly okay. This woman goes well /farther than a football field straight down/ before turning upward. Brrr.

The tragedy of the seas.

Clams got legs!


Rescue. Or, perhaps, dinner.

Where do we go when we read?

Luca Stricagnoli again. Sounds great. I think he also invented that instrument.

So sweet, so cold, so fair.

Why women live longer than men.



Circus, by Tom Waits, read by Ken Nordine.

An abandoned Soviet circus in Moldova.

Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons.




Lessons for other news channels. (Among the comments: “Good thing she was standing right there.” “Fucking water benders.”)

If you’re all /What’s a water bender?/

The old bursting through the paper gimmick.

Another mirrored Tokyo train ride. (Slower than usual. Peaceful.)

17-year-old student pilot, landing gear falls off the plane. The way she sounds at the beginning of the ordeal, when they tell her she lost a wheel. It turns out fine.

Trombohemian Rhapsody.

Trombone routine like an ancient town clock.

“He is head and shoulders! His little legs going underneath!” As much better than regular car races as corgi or dachshund or basset races are better than regular dog races, and for the same reason: they have to /really try/. A motorcar racer just has to sit in the chair.

Sand marble races.

Lily Havesh, world dominotrix.

The definitive half-hour explanation of the first space shuttle disaster, with circles and arrows and everything you need to fully understand what happened and why.

Time-lapse night skies.

History of religion in one page.

Red Light. (10 min.)

Burning steel wool.

Man makes knives out of odd materials, then measures them for hardness. Most of this particular video shows how to make a useful kitchen knife out of birthday candle soot and leather chew twists.

An anonymous op-ed from the World War Two French resistance.

Slytherins good?

If not you, who? If not now, Venn?

Boobs for everyone.

A similar principle.

In the laundry room: “Definitely a change in energy. Do you feel that?” “Yes, I feel like chills are going down my spine now.” “Is it a ghost?” “Nah.” Also, the bedroom in the other house is bad. It’s the center the entity is operating from. “It’s like when I was choked in Switzerland.” But it’s okay. Brother Carlos drives the incubus from the premises with a magical bible spell. Also hemorrhoids are exorcised by this method, as well as the demons causing Realtor Sue’s back pain.

How to do real psychic surgery “energy work”.

I just noticed that apparently Burning Man is all about L.E.D.s anymore.

‘Neath that great triumphal arch.

Why not? We have the park till Monday.

Giant model A-10 Warthog for $50 in ten hours.

Paper in the Star Trek universe.

For fans of sexy sponges. You have to use good real headphones to get the full benefit of the treatment.

A soft murmur.

The fabulous Montigny mitrailleuse, the 1860 secret weapon of the Franco-Prussian war. (Watch the 3D demo.)

A couple of weeks ago there was a fancy rich-people’s wedding in an event tent a few doors down from what I went to town for. Lines of expensive new cars parked all over the place. P.A. system booming something very like the following, so you could hear it all for miles, for literally hours. And I thought, when a single homeless man is having an argument with a trash can, that you can barely hear from across the street, somebody calls the cops to come and remove him. Now, I understand calling the cops because you’re worried about someone’s health, like they’re banging their fists or their head against a dumpster or a wall, but the arbitrary noise criterion for complaints, that’s a puzzler. Also, of course, the vast class difference and the money. Don’t get me started on giant stupid motorcycles that sound like a Montigny mitrailleuse just idling at a stop sign. Oh, right, sorry, this:

Beautiful old motorbikes that probably are loud but I don’t care; they are that beautiful.

Tough Vespas.

Funny late-stage Elvis. Dressed for a wedding, as always.

“Nobody wants to fight. I don’t want to fight you.” *SLAP* “All righty, then.” I get the feeling that the white little girl in war paint has fought before. She’s impressively viciously workmanlike about it. And I wonder what pissed off the black little girl in the first place. For sure there’s a back-story there.

A guide to yellow stripey things.


Diana Damrau – Queen of the Night – Mozart, The Magic Flute. Thanks, Kay!

Another great version of the Diva Song from The Fifth Element.

Weird real-world landscape.

“Bang bang bang, skeet skeet skeet, she do that thing for three retweets.”


Falling down.

And how to open a lock with two heavy paper clips. I just tried this; you can definitely do it, and every time you do it afterward it goes faster. When Sherlock or Joan does it in /Elementary/ I think the actors might be really doing it in real time and it’s not a fake. Fun.

Furthermore, it didn’t occur to me that there might be a musical band called Punch The Sun. (A sample of their work.) I had been using the term in the sense the former superhero Mega Girl does in the webcomic Strong Female Protagonist.


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