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    “When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.” -Oscar Wilde

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.


Thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost here’s a page with lots of other MOTA shows going back quite a way. And thanks to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, which always provides about an hour of each of these Friday night shows’ most locally relevant material, going back decades. And tiny bravely struggling KNYO itself. Seek out KNYO’s hidden donation heart and help the station out with some metaphorical blood from your own metaphorical heart. That would be swell.

Here’s a link to my dream journal project that I add to at random every week or so, in case you’d like to look at that. I want to read /your/ dreams on the radio and I always offer to. Just email me. Or include them in a reply to this post. Or send me a link to your dream journal and I’ll make a note to go there and check for updates. Or send me a link to your writing project on any subject. I’m mainly here to read your work on the radio and I don’t care what it’s about nor even if you can’t control yourself from swearing like a sailor; most of the show is during Safe Harbor hours when that’s okay. See About and Contact and do what you do.

That show is more like I’d like the show to be than it’s been in awhile. Lots of longish creative work, including the Gabriel Garcia Marquez story Louis Bedrock translated into English and sent; it’s another one about Ana and her sex adventures on the island. There’s Del, Ezekiel, Amanda, Paul, Douglas, Lorrie, Laura, Louise, Kent… And I see Clifford, Craig, Molly, Sky, Sebastian, W.J., John, Sam, Bill, Norman, Jean, the other Jean, Mark, Nate, Diedra, Carol, Travis, Erik, wow, so many and so much. Thanks! Let’s do it again next week. And Alex Bosworth called on the phone after a self-described comical butt-hurt hiatus of like two years and we parted on an up-note for a change, so, good omen.

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.

First things first: here’s Physics Girl’s entire YouTube channel. Knock yourself out.

And here’s what’s going on with Physics Girl now, told by Simone Giertz because she can’t tell it herself. Get out your hankie; this is gonna wreck you. Get out a large t-shirt for a hankie.

Help her, please.

How we see.

Hopperpop’s epicycle drawer. Play with the various demos and all the controls. (via Cliff Pickover)

Moving while not moving.

March of time. (via Cliff Pickover) (You might like to click the sound on.)

Simple pareidolia. Scroll down and down. (via BoingBoing)

Projection mapping restaurant. For when white gravy isn’t enough to ameliorate questionable meat. (via b3ta)

Far. A cute story about an unusual date. (21 min.)

Caves of Cheese: the story of America’s strategic reserve of Ronnie cheese, the opposite of runny cheese.

Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door. (via NagOnTheLake)

Defining groups.

Blood machines, the cosmic opera. (via b3ta)

La Luz – Mean Dream.

Keep your hat on, Jenny.

Variously accoutred 1960 El Dorados. (via NagOnTheLake)

The bicycle of the future.

Further bike art.

Architecture. (via Fark)

Nature photography winners. Click to view the gallery.

Why ski? This guy can ski better than you ever will. Why do anything? Kurt Vonnegut wrote on this subject, how the small groups people lived in for hundreds of thousands of years made room for everyone to be and feel respected by our fellows for skills and creative performance, but since radio, television and now the internet, we all have to compete, even in our own eyes, with world-class performers, and who can measure up to that? A seven-year-old girl can play the accordion like Jascha Heifetz. The Bellamy Brothers can spring out of the splits like a pogo stick. And so on.

Heart of Glass in Inuktitut. Way sweeter than the original.

Train on the Island. ( is a reliable delight every day.)

Yo. Ridin’ dirty.

Nature portals.

Rock Rock Rock (1956). The whole film. Tuesday Weld. Connie Francis. Alan Freed. Chuck Berry. (via Tacky Raccoons)

Earl Okin. (via Tacky Raccoons)

Mostly rockers and one fine purple pedal car.

Oh, what the heck: Tacky Raccoons’ weekly superlative musical link dump.

Speed dog. Whippet good.

(See above.) The one boy is just sitting there. The camera guy says, “Wait, are you trying to actually fart?” Read his eyes: Wasn’t that the instruction?

How we get plastic cups.

Plastic hand. (via b3ta)

DakhaBrakha live at Koerner Hall. The whole 100 min. show.

Instrument guy makes new pool-ducky bagpipes out of medical valves and PVC plumbing.

The world of fruit reamers. “The biggest boom for reamers came in 1907 when the California Fruit Growers Exchange was formed. This co-op marketed the name Sunkist to sell fruit to the east coast. Sunkist reamers were produced as a promotional item. However, not until 1916 when the /Drink an Orange/ campaign was launched, were reamers marketed to the masses.”

Girls buckled their knickerbockers below the knee, boys above. Which explains Professor Hill’s ominous question/warning to mothers of River City: “When your son leaves the house, does he re-buckle his knickerbockers /below the knee/?” Also, when I was very small and my mother was selling real estate in L.A. for a living –and doing pretty well; she was a shark of a saleslady– she took me with her on jobs, and once, meeting with a client around the pool at the Knickerbocker Hotel, she was engrossed in negotiations when I kicked something barefoot and split my big toe open, sealing the deal with blood. I had forgotten all about that until this moment, sixty years later.

While you wait. (via Fark)

Star Trek TNG (The Next Generation) characters in a dieselpunk alt universe. Arrow through the collection.



For the General-Cho’s-chicken category of finding out the tattoo guy pranked you.

Attack of the giant bubbles. In the next part, it would be cool for immense frantic-happy dachshunds to snap them all out of the sky and save us.

The P yard.

This is the end.

Lose the very.

Bad apples.

Forty Fridas. (via Everlasting Blort)

These boxes are not moving. Though technically no video of anything is moving.

Natural machines.


So smart. So useful.

Tucker Carlson laughing at people.


No capes.


Free-range parenting felonized.


Selling Polaroids in the bars of Amsterdam, 1980.

So… here we go. The future.

Landscape. Fullscreen.

“Hot-cha! That was wonderful! Didn’t that make ya tingle all over?” It kind of did, yeah.

Famous Malinda.

Picturing pregnancy in early modern Europe. (via PerfectForRoquefortCheese)

Another project video that makes you wanta make something, not necessarily a bike-boat. It’s magical to me that a fist-size motor can be eight horsepower now. Put that in a wheelchair and you could go like sixty.

And some mini water-related gif funnies. Speaking of water, and fist-size things, if you’re in a place where it’s raining buckets lately and you have to park in a place where the ground is wet and the relative micro-warmth of the car coats the windows inside with condensation, there might be some fist-size plastic dessicant boxes in your nearby dollar store. Take the tops off and put three or four in the car and just leave them there. The bottom part of them eventually fills up with water and you spill it out and put it back until the pellets inside are used up. Juanita told me about them and I’ve been using them. Something like this.


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One Comment
  1. Lots of fun stuff! Thanks for including my posts. Your reference to The Music Man made me particularly happy!

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