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Rhinoceros II.


     “Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.” –Frank Beddor

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-01-17) 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 awhile. And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and hear older shows yet, though the farther back in time you try to go, the less likely it is to work right, just like real life.

This particular eight-hour show ends with a solid fifty-minute interview from Snap Sessions last year between Doug Nunn and Tracy Burns about Tracy’s fabulous career in performing and teaching improv comedy. And I just want to mention now, because I forgot to on the air until deep into it: /Next/ week’s MOTA show (9pm, Jan. 24), the first hour-and-a-half or so will showcase Kylie Felicich’s cast of dozens of theater-show-veteran kids, from three feet high to maybe five feet high, in /The Thief Lord/, true live radio drama in KNYO’s storefront performance space at 325 N. Franklin in Fort Bragg. Come early and there might be a chair for you to be in the very /studio audience/. Come late and gawk through the display window at what real local community radio is all about. And I want you hear me just now, in your head, announcing that in the tone-of-voice of Dom DeLouise in /The Twelve Chairs/ exulting, “Ya ya YA! Ya ya YA!”

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:

Something sphinx around here.

Too many attachments.


Ziegfield. Ziegfield! /BAM! BAM! BAM!/ Ziegfield, I know she’s in there! /I know she’s in there!/ BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

This is what being here now looks like. There’s no other thing going on for these creatures, no rehashing of decisions, no regrets, no plans, no past or future, just the object, the most fabulous object in the world. Just for a flash. Then it all starts up again, the sniffing, the worrying, the looking around for opportunity or a place to lie down.

Who’s a g’boy? /You/ are. /You’re/ a good boy.

Rerun: Wonderful old woman and her Mini-Me.

The ten kinds of movies.

Latwnya the naughty horse, learns to say no to drugs.

Emily Yacina – Stephanie. (via

How we get ice-cream cones. Surpisingly, it involves x-rays. Sugar cones are harder than waffle cones, so they’re a better choice for harder ice-cream. And there are “cake cones”. I didn’t even know they had that.

I’m enjoying imagining people smart enough to figure out a thing like this, going about their normal day, moving amongst us, buying groceries and saying hi and bye, and so on, as though we’re we’re the same species, to be polite to us.

Praise The Eye. How religion works, part [some big number; I’ve lost count].

Model citizen.

Rerun: How the Mellotron works.

William Tell Overture.

I looked at the picture and started reading, and my whole body tensed up and I choke-squeaked /NO!/

Can’t-Clog-It industrial-strength toilet.

How people sound.

African artists’ movie posters.

How to make them land. Change your carbon vibration.

Cartoons. I’m not sure I quite understand all of them, and I like that.

“I don’t know which one is telling the truth.”


Lovely brand-new sewers. How nice they are when they’re new. (Click through the gallery at top.)

Top ten Tom the Dancing Bug comics of the last decade.

Physics Girl on dark matter. But, speaking of Fermi, maybe dark matter is where everybody is. You know, “Where is everybody?” Maybe that’s where they all are, past their techno-singularity, compressed half-out of spacetime somehow. Maybe dark matter is the Heaven of the Rapture of the alien Nerds. Or the detritus of wars where fantastic weapons push the enemy and his ships and entire star systems out reality, and there’s mutually assured destruction, so nobody’s left around to tell about it, and it’s an inevitable war technology that galaxy-spanning civilizations all acquire at some point… I used to think that dark matter was just the mass of all the light between the stars, that the stars have been giving off all this time, but that’s not it, it turns out. I was really disappointed, because I felt so smart. That’s okay, I’m smart in other ways. I can juggle five bananas if they’re hard enough. Um, sorry, here’s Physics Girl:

A new kind of dancing where you act like the alien baby in the movie /Alien/ is about to come burst out, I think. The comments are rather unfair. If they don’t like it they don’t have to watch. Nobody’s forcing them to. It doesn’t look like fun, though. It looks like some kind of 1980s German performance art.

Art. (via Everlasting Blort)

Rerun: Russian ice karting.

And /Dancin’ Queen/ played on the magnificent 100-year-old Hooghuys (rhymes with Louise) paper-strip-controlled pneumatic Gramont.

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