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     “They had this light with a caricature of Eddie Cantor that would go on, so the rule was, when you see Eddie Cantor, get off the stage.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-10-02) KNYO 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 little bit. (That page sometimes needs an extra refresh to get the latest show to appear on top. Look at the date next to the title. It’ll be the date of the end of the show, Saturday morning.)

Besides all that, here are some links to worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your immediate right:

Kinetic sculpture. It’s all balanced and close to frictionless. No motors or electricity or magnets involved, nor witchcraft.


How could you practice for this?

Oh! Wonderful!

But that was then. This is now.

There was a big black-and-white photo in the cafe corner of the old Caspar Inn roadhouse bar, of Falling Eagle (his real name, from before his tree career) falling out of a tree he was topping in some year in the 1960s– shot at the exact moment of things going wrong. Falling Eagle lived to fall out of many more trees. (via EverlastingBlort) (click the sound on)

“Stimulates and invigorates. A mechanical tonic for all the organs.” A medicine chair.

Also this.

“We want Muffin the Mule.”


LS/MFT. “So round. So firm. So fully packed.” And it reminds me: remember how the whole world used to smell like an ashtray? Everyone smoked everywhere. At the table in restaurants, in buses and airplanes, in the car, in the toilets, walking down the street, at the gym, on stage getting an award, in a waiting room…

Martin Roberts’ invisible piano. (via b3ta)

An easy explanation of how and why solar electric power cells actually work.

Do as do in a cat. Do as do. As you believe, so do as do.

Pull my string. (This is a short clip from the video of /Give Me Immortality or Give Me Death/ by the Firesign Theater.)

Funny Vietnam stories.

Nowness. Colin Jones (via NagOnTheLake)

Animal eyeballs. They see you. (via NagOnTheLake)

Mask effectiveness.

My favorite Saturday Night Live sketch ever, of my favorite Saturday Night Live cast member ever. This reminds me of Tracy Burns of the old Hit and Run Theater, where they’d be doing a routine and she’d fly away with it into the sky, with everyone else just trying to hang on.

All the two-second-long sax riffs from the /Lethal Weapon/ franchise, which I never saw, but it looks fun. Apparently it’s cops. (via EverlastingBlort)


Light dancing. One of the light sticks gets loose on one end and the kid improvises: “I’m peeing! I’m peeing!”


Time. (via NagOnTheLake)

“I hate everything but I’m not going to do anything about it.”

They’re only suggestions.


Where did I leave my tools? Oh, right, yeah. Thanks for helping me look. Never mind.

This is more like how life feels than just about every other piece of art I’ve seen in the last week. Probably more for girls, in this case. When I find one for boys, I’ll let you know.

Speaking of which, if I were judge, this is the winning dog, right here.

A Night in the Show.

“Says you.”

Baby octopockles, so cute.

Leo Morracchioli covers WAP in metal.

Grandpa guzzled a gallon of good gasoline.

Who you can blame everything wrong in the world on:

So smart. There’s an Aesop’s fable  from 2,600 years ago about something very close to this very trick. (via NagOnTheLake)

How ten competing brassiere styles in the same size actually fit. Apparently, if your concern is /comfort/ then the trade-off is either saggy, boob muffin top or, surprisingly, ’50s rocket nose effect. I’m not sure why but this article reminds me of the angry old crippled man in /My Life As A Dog/ whose only pleasure in life, besides fantasizing about shooting the neighbor who’s constantly hammering on the roof, is closing his eyes while the little boy reads aloud to him from an underwear catalog.

Neural Network natural history. (via NagOnTheLake)

Release the Quacken!

It says /emotional/ but I think it’s just that his hands hurt to do this.

Mentally subtract the chair-drum guy. It doesn’t need it at all.

“I run away to stop the high speed camera.”

How we get a concrete Strat.

How we get a giant nixie tube that almost works.

How we get [fill in blank].

How we get divorced. (via BoingBoing)

A day at the races. It says R.C. models, but there’s no radio control. There’s just the control cables that make the toy climb or fall and keep it from smashing the teeth in of onlookers and the pit crews inside the fence. I’d like to see a compilation of disasters of this sport. I count about 1.5 seconds for a full pirouette, and if the cable length is 40 feet, that’s like 120 miles per hour. If the plane (with motor) weighs as much as a baseball, then it wouldn’t be a trivial mishap; it could kill you. Maybe nothing has ever gone wrong. Nobody has a helmet on, or any protection at all. The arm-mounted fueling system is impressive. It’s as though they just wave at the plane and it’s filled up.

Drone photo awards. Categories in separate galleries. (The fish market, in the Urban category, reminds me of Eavesdown Docks on Persephone, in /Firefly/.)

Honest Trailer for Firefly. That does it, I’ll be watching them all all over again.


One cab’s family. (via NagOnTheLake)


Our friend the atom.

Our friend the blue marble.

The upside-down pyramid of conspiracy theories.

This instant! You wicked child.

Art chart. (via NagOnTheLake)

And happy dogs, especially the little poodly one spinning the chair.

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