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   “It was true prison working under that suicidal Steffie and Ed.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2019-09-06) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to re-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 a couple of years. And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and hear older shows yet.

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

A real-time meditation on Wikipedia edits.

Fentanyl for size.

Rerun: Rabbit.

Kung fu from space.

Fire drops.


Melanie Faye and Heavy Mellow.

Plumbing piracy.

An interactive Enigma Machine graphic showing how the thing really
works. It’s way simpler and less magical than the one Zane cracked in
/Eureka/. Send secret messages to your friends, like /Drink your Ovaltine./

He’s just a wildly unlikable guy. You’re fine.

Further interesting aeroplanes.

Latest Burning Man photo collection. The whole stack, not just the voted top 20 or so.

A bit supervillainy, agreed.

Dark patterns.

A bipolar 16-year-old’s art.

Straight Pride Parade marchers /gingerly/ present the flag of their movement. Maybe because it’s all sticky. If I were the cameraman, to make them smile I’d say, “That reminds me: What’s brown and sticky?” They’d say, “I don’t know, what’s brown and sticky?” And I’d say, “A stick!” Then I’d imagine hitting them with a stick, but I wouldn’t really do it.

Dansons la capucine.

Bird photograph of the year awards.

Jew’s harps. Also called mouth harps, gewgaws, guimbards, jew’s trumps, trumps, Ozark harps, Galician harps, even /murchungas/. So here are all of them at once.

“Also the Japanese word for baseball is basaburu.” It’s not. That’s racist.

“I’m not racist! My father’s black, my little nephew’s Italian, Mexican and Aloha. Don’t tell me I’m racist, motherfucker! Who are you? Yes, I need a cop here right away. The address is the Glendora Walmart. Get someone here right away before he’s gone. Now he’s taking my picture. Hi! I’m gonna block this motherfucker’s truck so he can’t get away. He looks illegal and needs to go back to Mexico! Hurry! There’s a guy behind him who might snap my neck.” Etc.

Like this.

Last week the theme of the show was /The coat and the pants do all of the work/ from the song by the Hoosier Hotshots, but Kay Rudin sent me these examples of the literal coat and pants literally doing all of the work:

Real live mermaids.

Rerun: “I think I’m pretnet with my 14th child? The test was ghetto what is your opione?”

Sweet French people. But I’m worried: where are the rest of the kittens? They might be right there in the shrubs and no-one would know until these people go away, and then /they’ll/ go into the road.

The Mandelbrot set. (20 min.)

Adventures of FedEx Guy.



Just a great design for a car. This one is $30 million, but any kit-car company could put this shape on a modern chassis (or on an old VW) and they would sell like bagels at Bagel King.

Here, look at this one, and imagine that the front is the /back/, and it goes the other way. Even better, right?

Melanie Faye.

Rainbow chemfalls.

It isn’t a common phrase anymore, so you might not be familiar with it. But when you hear someone say, “Oh, for fuck sake,” they might be reading an article like this.

Whereas this makes me think of the first five minutes of the pilot episode of /Firefly/. Similar terrain and fireworks.

Similar effect recreated with lasers.

And with alcohol-soaked rag-balls.

Soviet soldiers dancing. Turn the clips’ sound on, each individually anymore, which seems to be the way now, and actually works out better.

“Everyone you see these days are talking on cell phones, driving off the road and bumping into doors.” -Greg Brown. “And that is how you can be walking and falling at the same time.” -Laurie Anderson.

Your amulet.

Sweet teaching skills.

/Discovery/ was last year’s flavor of Star Trek. It was about an interdimensional network of fungi, navigated by tardigrades the size of a refrigerator. I liked it for a little while, but then sort of wandered away before it even finished. My favorite character was Tilly (red hair, Asperger’s). Now there’s a new flavor of Star Trek, about old Picard, and I’m really looking forward to it.

See? Like this:

And I /really/ like this webcomic strip. Left and right carat-arrows page you forward and back through the vast archive.

Swerve. This is actually the way the big world works. This cartoonist has seen into the heart and guts and cogwheels of history.

Woodblocks in Wonderland.

Shit Southern women say in a hurricane.


Click on several quickly, at random, for maximum affirmation. (I know a woman who in the early/middle 1980s made Dymo-label self affirmations and stuck them all over the inside of her car, around the windshield, on the dashboard, everywhere, and now I wish I’d taken pictures.

“Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?”

“Less inner stillness, more mental illness.” “Do the poor ickle people feel a lickle bit saddy waddy?”

A rude map. You can zoom in.

What any lion would do: remember the name of that guy who did the whozziwhat.

Leopard vs. porcupine. It’s kind of a chess game. And also like old-fashioned dating.



This toy train set gets more fantastic every year. What would be even more impressive to me: if it /never existed at all but was just a CGI parody of such an impossible project./ It’s still pretty cool.

Balls within balls. Way up in the middle of the room.

Just the photo. “I gotta tellya, I don’t get no respect, no respect at all. I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender. My wife is always trying to get rid of me. The other day she told me to put the garbage out. I said I already did. She said go keep an eye on it.”

Street scenes in Manila.

Hongkonger than thou.

Nonetheless, a beautiful world.

Harry Nilsson – The Most Beautiful World in the World. “So when you grow older/ and over your shoulder/ you look back to see if it’s real,/ tell her she’s beautiful,/ roll the world over,/ and give her a kiss *ping!* and a feel.”

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