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     “The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried… What are the Christian ideals? Charity. Hope. Faith. The poor. The mourning. The meek. Those who hunger and thirst. The merciful. The pure. Peacemakers. The persecuted. To lay your life down for another. These are all extremely tough. It will take a miraculous transformation of my desires. I will have to lose even the smallest desire left in me to save my life.” -G.K. Chesterton

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-06-19) 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.

For various fiddly I.T. reasons KMEC’s automation switched away from this particular show an hour in, at 10pm, and there was nothing I could do to fix it from my remote location, even if I weren’t busy doing the show. KNYO was consistent. There are just extra steps and extra links in the chain to have MOTA on KMEC, and so there’s more that can go wrong. I contacted Sid; he offered to do what he can to get this set right by next week, though he’s not really responsible for operations at KMEC anymore; he’s just a dedicated radioman. And then things will go fine for a few weeks or months and something will break or get sabotaged again, or merely absentmindedly unplugged by someone sweeping or who wants to plug in a phone charger there or something, and we’ll deal with it again, and that’s okay. That’s the way the world is. My back is, I’d say, about 95 percent now and that’s cause for good spirits. You’ll remember my declaration that I’m never picking up a heavy thing again, that heaviness is God and Isaac Newton saying that’s where that belongs. We’ll see how long /I/ remember, this time.

And here are links to worthwhile educational because sensational, sad, sick, triumphant, despairing, and/or merely gratuitously prurient 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:

Andra Day sings Strange Fruit.

Nina Simone sings Pirate Jenny. (My internal Pirate Jenny story is a combination of the particularly well-realized one in /The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen/ graphic novel and a sort of kaleidoscopic montage of Sandy Glickfeld’s stage career, including her Audrey in Gloriana Opera Company’s production of /Little Shop of Horrors/, and of course her Pirate Jenny.) Nina Simone first appeared on a big stage at twelve years old. Her parents were there, in the front row. They moved her parents farther back /so some white people could sit there/, and Nina Simone said she wasn’t playing another damn note until her mother and father were back in their damn seats in the damn front row, and there was immediate compliance. Some performers spring full-blown from the brow of Zeus; they’re who they are from the beginning. Nina Simone sometimes joked that she was a queen, but she really was. Every performance was a brave adventure, a flight into the unknown. She’d trail off in the middle of a song, in front of thousands of people, and have a conversation with someone in the audience who caught her eye, about something that just occurred to her to wonder about, or she’d get tired of a song and just start making things up, puzzling over whether this was working or not. Her eyebrow would twitch and she’d abruptly change direction and be singing /about/ the song from before, which all sounds like Biff Rose, too, doesn’t it, except the queen part. I’m tired of talking about Nina Simone. Where was I? Oh, yes, thanks:

Regarding the Confederate flag, the American swastika.


That will teach you.

An animated graph to show to your friend who started out thinking there was no pandemic, then thought there was a pandemic but it was no big deal, and now thinks the pandemic is over and there’s nothing to worry about and masks are stupid. Your idiot friend.

The modern romance novel. Just like the old kind, but now with vampires and werewolves and space aliens, as well as the traditional firemen and billionaire playboys who need to pay someone to pretend to be their wife to close an international business deal, and hot, steamy cowboy twins who share a love for a special librarian who doesn’t yet know she’s a real-estate-fortune heiress and a dragon shifter (that’s a weredragon). Or a mermaid.

I love this. Man invites people to look at the moon.

Some other places in the sky whose timing and position have no secret message for you about being careful in dealing with a friend or about why you’re a neatness freak or you’re too jealous to be allowed to have a gun or anything heavy or sharp. In other news, I just noticed that most things in the sky look like magnified food. Fancy cheese or something, with or without crumbles. Just like color-touched-up nebulas look like color-touched-up smoke, and a river delta looks like veins in a leaf.

2020, the movie trailer.



Rerun: Germs.

I know you’ve already seen this. I just want to express that the way the white woman and her white husband (it turned out they’re married) talk, all poisonously nauseatingly scrupulously polite, while they /drip concentrated evil/ is exactly the behavior of everyone on every nonprofit corporation’s board I ever had to speak with for any purpose. I think it’s a special class they’re given; I don’t think it’s genetic.

Art. (via Everlasting Blort)

Art. Art. (via Everlasting Blort)

“Tommy, is that really you in there?” “RAAAWR.” “Oh, Tommy, what’ve they done to you?”

Burn-Em-Up Barnes– King of the Dirt Track!

Emulsional rescue. (20 min.) (via NagOnTheLake)

A bottomless page of thousands of unproduced film ideas. (via NagOnTheLake)


Erik Gales live.

Ze Frank – True facts about the cat’s senses. I hadn’t known the bit about goats’ self-leveling eyes.

What is time. A history.

/I’d/ like to see the movie that this is a trailer of.

Another one in the series. They always yell at them to put their hands where they can see them /after/ they’ve shot and kicked them to death; isn’t that strange. And why does the only bodycam that matters always get mysteriously shut off or dropped in the gutter for the money shots? Never mind. Move along. Move along. Nothing to see here. Oh, wait, the restaurant’s camera got it all. Oops.


Art. Odd and beautiful photography.

A doll’s house.

Supernova machine. Article and video.

What are the astronauts doing right now? Well. Wouldn’t /you/ like to know.

Symptom. (via NagOnTheLake)

/Attack of the Clones/ re-cut as buddy-cop film: The Nice Jedi. (via Neatorama)

The accent expert.

The coolest fashion in swim syoots at this yeah’s nylon trade fair.


Black allies matter.

You know the story, but the pictures of the place make it real.

This is how people are.

And it’s like this with everything except puppies and chocolate.

A town with a sweet name: Pie Town, NM. Look around in Shorp for more of these; they have a thing for Pie Town.

The truth is out there.

“All my rockets that didn’t work.”

I like photo #10 the most. Everywhere around the little girl are creatures whose brains are on idle. Just the one little girl and her focus on the poor pig is an island of consciousness in a sea of subtly but obviously less than that. Also I like photo #19 for the same reason.

“Dude, be careful ’cause shit might come flyin’.” Mark Frauenfelder calls what the guy over there in that car is doing, the perfect analogy to not wearing a mask to protect others from COVID-19.

Learn about artificial gravity for space travel. (30 min.)

Firefly characters gender-swapped.

One man’s papercraft popup art demo reel.

An amazing DIY 4K video projector project, from start to finish, but leaving out the pesky metal-cutting chore. (30 min.)

The squares are square. The squares made of squares are square. And nothing is moving.

Dizzy. (via NagOnTheLake)

In time-lapse, flames wash over the mountain and obliterate the fire station.

Art. (via Everlasting Blort)

Weasels [turtles, javelinas, snakes, monkeys, etc.] ripped my flesh!

Les klaxophone.

Tiny travel scenes made of food. (More in Instagram link.)

Photo booth. (via Everlasting Blort)

Chain of falls. (via Everlasting Blort)

A plug for Lydia Lunch’s podcast. Keep it Lydia, Lydia Lunch. (1 hour)

And Dave Chapelle: Eight minutes and forty six seconds. (30 min.)

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