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Tell me, where is fancy bread?


Tell me, where is fancy bread?
On the shelf or in the shed?
Is it sliced or is it whole?
Tell me while I’m on a roll.

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2019-02-08) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to enjoy. (Left-click for instant-play. Right-click to download.) And thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost here’s a page with the latest show and also other ones going back about a couple of years. And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and hum to yourself while you tug experimentally at this or that and develop a theory about where and when it all went so wrong.

Besides all that, here are links to further worthwhile educational and evocative items that I set aside for you while gathering last night’s show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

A few gorgeous photorealistic colored-pencil drawings of night in Japan… that cost as much as a car, but you can look at them for free.

The world’s watersheds.

The world’s treasuresheds. Scroll down to derivatives. Financial derivatives are a house of cards built on a boat that’s an upside-down paper Napoleon hat.

The Bureau, part 12. “Less talking, more paddling.”

Motorcycles. Just like with cars, the old ones are achingly beautiful and the new ones are ugly and weird. Who cares if new ones can go 160 miles an hour? No-one with a brain in his head –that he wanted to keep in there– would ever go even half that on a motorbike, and they all could go fast enough make an organ donor out of you by the 1920s, plenty of time to develop the surgical techniques required.

Break on through.

Archive of blotter acid images.


The real villain.

This is like that.

Take the tone-deafness test.

Sinatra-ish big band swing version of Jonathan Coulton’s /Still Alive/, end theme of /Portal/.

Lies of packaging.

My favorite is the Guardian Penguin galaxy. Though the Gyrating Sperm Cell galaxy is also nice. And the PacMan galaxy.

Fly around in an old movie theater.

Pizza skills.

Little boy jams on bass with Richard Bona. This just gets better and better.


Erotic caricatures of 1815.

Sony world photography awards.

Rocket igniters in slow motion.

So, Asteroids on steroids, then.

The madlib boilerplate for it.


Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland in Gregg shorthand.

A kind of prayer practice. A meditation on the dipness of existence.

Advances in generating people for the eventual nested simulation beneath ours.

Another bonanza of art released into public domain, free to remix, collage, melange, whatever.

The voluptuous horror of Karen Black. Not the /Charlie’s Angels/ one. Or maybe it is. Hmm.

Rerun: Giant icon of human hubris sinks in real time, with interesting creepy sounds and occasional captions. For the short of attention span, skip ahead to 2:38:30.

One breath. Short film.

Honestly, are these things any more weird than a suit and tie, or bloomers, or a corset, or a church hat? Or makeup and earrings and tattoos? Or a cigaret and sunglasses?

“What.” Well, I’ll tell you what: remember when furniture was made of real wood?

Who knew they were good for this? Now everyone will want one.

Rerun: The Expert.

“Find out by clicking here.”

And another world. This makes me think of Ken Nordine’s /The Sound Museum/. I’m not sure why.



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