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Whatever Lola wants (or) Body ritual among the Nacirema.


     “The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” -Lord Henry Wotton

Here’s the recording of last night’s Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA), ready for you to re-enjoy:


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BESIDES ALL THAT, here are some not-necessarily-radio-useful but worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering MOTA together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.

Whatever Lola wants.

The Sarah Vaughan version.

Beany & Cecil theme.

Fountains. (via Juanita)

/This is fine./

Time-lapse 133 days on the sun in an hour.

An hour of Louis Prima and Keely Smith. At around 16 minutes into it the sound goes screwy for one song, but all the rest is solid, Jack.

Peak kimono.

Nasty boys.

Tomorrow always comes. In the future the miracle-fabric underslips have fancy faggoting that leading corsetieres, experts in corsetology, favor, so you can throw away those pins with confidence, and leave the duct tape and all your worries in the screwdriver drawer.

It is as I suspected. We have all dreamed that.

“We’re just married. We’d like a suite, please.” “Bridal?” “No, I’ll just hang onto his ears until I get used to it.”

How we get elements.

In memoriam, 2022.

The Clarinet Polka on hammered dulcimer.

Feather art.

What. (via Tacky Raccoons)

He bit her. (via Tacky Raccoons)

Miss Electrical Wonderland and her radioactive key.

Futurmmercials. (That’s the way they spell it in 2177 AD.) My favorite is the one with the French guinea pigs. It’s like the chess-piece scene in Darren Nichols bloodless conception of /Romeo and Juliet/ in /Slings and Arrows/.


Twenty-five minutes in one eerie literally otherworldly second: The view from lander Philae on the surface of Comet 67P. Read the info.

That reminds me so much of /The Borderland/ episode of the original /Outer Limits/ (Xmas of 1963). I’d just turned five, and this show, among other episodes of /Outer Limits/ in that and the next year, made a huge impression on me. (You might have to click to unmute it.)

Rerun: sea monster solid diorama. “In fact I’m working on many small pieces at the same time.”

Mathwow. Where would a sq rt 7 line go? (via Clifford Pickover)

All the Cats Join In (1946).


“My dear sir, there are individuals roaming the streets of fallen London at this very moment with the faces of squid! Squid! Do you ask them their gender? And yet you waste our time asking me trifling and impertinent questions about mine. It is my own business, sir, and I bid you good day. Good day, sir, or madame, I couldn’t care less.”


Those are some very long sleeves. Also this coat looks like the kind of coat that could get up and go dancing on its own. (via Fark)

Office dance.

Hair-on-fire dance. There must have been some flammable product involved; natural hair doesn’t flame like that. Also, for future use, smother it. Flapping at fire makes it worse.

Debbie and the Muppets.

“This is the greatest athletic achievement I have seen in my life, bro. This is better than Kobe’s 81-point game, Usain bolts 100-meter dash, breaking all sorts of physics.” (Not to mention, he got all of the ladies in the stadium pregnant by looking at them.) (Which reminds me of the HipHopAPotamus song line: “My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment/ I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant/ Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist/ But you lovely bitches and ho’s should know
I’m trying to correct this.”)

A talent like this springs full-blown from the brow of Zeus.

“You’re just going to keep smiling, aren’t you.”

…This horse has a similar power to the little red-haired girl.

Woods birds.

With love.

This creature, to a space alien, might be indistinguishable from a human being. We’re more closely like it than anything we’re likely to encounter out among the stars. (via Everlasting Blort)

Creatures. (via Everlasting Blort)

From which the word fruit was removed for being offensive. (via Tacky Raccoons)

Nanjing in 1901.

Shadow puppet art.

Bathroom jam for horse and electric violin. (via Rick Small)

“All right, clean yourself up before you come down the stairs.”

I am vengeance, I am the night, I live on the moon.

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

Duke of Connaught and Strathairn sets the fashion, 1874.

Harpya. A weird short film by Raoul Servais. (via Tacky Raccoons)

Fort Bragg (CA) librarian Sylvia Kozak Budd (RIP) was married for a short while in her youth to an actual Italian count who owned an Adriatic island. Years later he came to Mendocino to visit her and I met him. I asked The Count about the different Italian contempt gestures and what exactly they meant; he graciously explained everything and showed me how to do them right, for maximum intended effect. With that in mind, enjoy the Italian chicken dance:

Cameras in a more civilized world.

/Man With a Movie Camera/. Innovative 1929 Soviet film.

The Golem: How He Came Into the World. (The full 1920 film, 105 min.)

Fashion is danger.

Black Canary. Her power is to blast you with her Sonic Scream, which can knock even Supergirl down. This came from comic book writers acquainted with pet birds, not necessarily canaries, that make a /painfully loud/ screech when pissed off.) Depending on the era, Black Canary can be a villain or a hero or something of both. She wears a black rubber one-piece bathing suit with sleeves and gold piping, fishnet pantyhose and fingerless gloves.) (Don’t confuse her for Black Widow, who technically has no superpowers but almost does. Black Widow is an acrobat/martial artist, “master in espionage, infiltration and subterfuge,” and she can talk Dr. Bannon down from being The Hulk.) (Black Canary has never aimed her Sonic Scream at The Hulk, being from a different comic book universe– DC nor Marvel. I don’t think it would work on him. Loki is a god, and The Hulk grabbed him by his feet and slammed him around like a sock full of bloody pennies. They shot an atomic missile at him once. The Sonic Scream is an inconsistent power, though, like Jessica Jones’ powers, wed to her need and will and current level of brokenness.)

A.I. art of the different countries as villains. (via Fark)

A.I. randomly anime-izes famous dance scenes from films.

Flight of the Conchords – Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor.

Flight of the Bumblebee on theremin.

Justin Johnson – Wish You Were Here.

O brave new world that has such dogs of space in it. (via Fark)*OgIIzrMo39u_FjiE.jpg

Imagine you couldn’t sleep. You took a walk from your little apartment, and you went inside one of these place, sat down and said in Japanese (because you speak Japanese), “Are you closed?” “No, no,” the guy says, “Noodles?” “That sounds good,” you say, and take out your book. Put the book away. Look out the window at the rain.

The Star Trek community underappreciates /Enterprise/, the series. Here’s Trip and T’Pol the morning after they finally got together in the sack. In space.

No friction. (via Clifford Pickover)

Pub-friend ladies’ day out.

Allison Russell.

I saw this and assumed it’s a goof, a parody piece. But it’s real. This is the real world.

“You wanta fight? You wanna go, bud?”

An ornithopter. There are flying machines very like this in some Studio Ghibli films– I’m thinking of /Howl’s Moving Castle/ and /Laputa: Castle in the Sky/. When I read /Dune/ in high school in the 1970s I had picture in my head of the ornithopers being like this, but enclosed and sleek.

Rerun: Bad Lip Reading, Dune. “Sorry about your feelings.” “I appreciate that, Peanut.”

And an A.I.-generated video of the entire Dark Side Of The Moon Album.


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  1. I am obsessed with that song, and have probably listened to the Sarah Vaughan version 10,000 times! Thanks for including my links!

    • Donna, often I wake up from sleep with a song playing in my head (a song that usually has nothing to do with whatever I was dreaming about. During my years at lost/lamented KMFB –1997-2011– it was most often something from the 1960s (KMFB’s automation fallback between live shows and baseball games was nostalgia pop). This happened last week with /Whatever Lola Wants/; my brain offered it up and I googled it, thinking it was Eartha Kitt, found that it was Sarah Vaughan, and near it on the list was that jaw-dropping clip from the movie version of /Damn Yankees/, which I knew zero about. Now that I’ve read the plot of it in Wikipedia I don’t understand why I never saw it; a baseball-fan/standup-comedy friend of mine mentioned it in passing years ago and that was my brush with it. And, equally weirdly, only just now has the connection occurred to me between /Whatever Lola Wants/ and The Kinks’ /Lola/. But now that it has: Popeye’s Olive Oyl, Vala Maldoran from Stargate, Mrs. Robinson (Ricci Dedola in the Mendocino Theater Company production of /The Graduate/)…

      • I also tend to wake up with a snippet of a song on a loop in my head. Usually playing the whole song makes it stop, but the Kinks’ Lola is one of those that takes days to leave.

        Whatever Lola Wants was my signature song for a long time. Haven’t sung it in years, but I still play it all the time. I like the Broadway version, but Sarah’s is the one for me. Those horns! Love everything about it.

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