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Tactical syzygy.


    “Yeah, in the city young guys would hit on me by floatin’ f’kin’ quarters. And I wouldn’t tell ’em I was teekay but I would keep their quarters down. This one guy busted a blood vessel in his eye tryna get it up.” -Emily Blunt as Sara in Looper

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.


This particular show featured Derek, Frank, the death of Stan, Nicole, three kinds of Louis (loo-iss, loo-wee, loo-weess) and two Louises (say loo-weez-ez), Tom, Douglas, Bruce, Justine, Parker Posey, Notty, four Daves, two Bobs, Jack, Sharon, the other Sharon, Andrew called to read a story from his news website about the decades-ongoing nightmare of  poverty, drugs, alcohol, gun violence and health-and-law-service neglect of Covelo; Del, Eleanor, Mitch, Ezekiel (and associated dachshund siblings Flaco and Lucky), Melody, Paul, Kent, Debra, Claire, Kathryn, Arie, Larry, Brian, Kaushik, Rupa, Dupa, Laney, yadda yadda, and so on. It could have been a big mess, but it kind of worked. Among the musical breaks, a few familiar revealing and stirring songs about lies and lying and liars. And the eight-hour show is rounded with a couple of short recorded pieces from the Offal project.

Meanwhile, 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 donation heart and help the station out. Gee, that would be swell.

Here’s a link to my dream journal project that I add to at random every week or so.. I want to read /your/ dreams on the radio and I always offer to. I don’t know what the matter is with yez but you hardly ever do. Just email me. Or include the dreams 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. In fact, 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. Sweary things get read after ten, when that’s offically okay. See About and Contact.

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.

Invaion of Astro-Monster. (95 min.) “What is that for?” “Suction, to recover the hydrogen oxide. Gold is far less valuable to us than water.”

A bargain.

A triumph. Expensive to replicate, but real art. And hundreds of feet away from the spectators, so hustling everyone away for safety is ridiculous. Though the safety-theater aspect of it is also valid art, as is the surprisingly appropriate deafening banjo music. Imagine /Song of the South/ with a million-dollar five-story-tall animatronic dragon going up in agonizing flames, the way real dragons sometimes did in the old days, when they lost control of the mineral mix in their gizzards.

Art. A tropical abbatoir. (via Everlasting Blort)

Art? Mental hospital art, maybe.


“Ha ha ha ha! Two million years in the future and dames haven’t changed…”

…or perhaps they have. An A.I.-generated woman laughing alone with salad. And another one. And another.

A.I.-generated stereoscopic (3D) art. Scroll down and down. These are mainly right-eye-view-on-the-right and left-eye-view-on-the-left, so crossing your eyes to see the effect results in near planes of an image appearing farther away than far planes. Here’s what to do: change the view zoom to make the left and right images’ centers be slightly closer together than the pupils of your eyes (measure with your fingers for this), then stare straight ahead /through/ the screen until focus occurs. Once you get the trick it’s easy.

Dame Edna is dead. Here she is twenty years ago. (via Everlasting Blort)

Pachelbel, nice. This doesn’t hurt him, though. He’s still a dick. And soon he’ll be both running NewsMax and running for President of the United States, with a good chance. Speaking of nightmares.

Sigret, Missy? Sigret?

“Liar, liar, pants on fire, your nose is longer than a telephone wire.” When I was a little boy and I first heard that, I thought it was the funniest thing in the world– that line in falsetto in a song on the radio. And the guitar gimmick twang was like a fishhook catching its tang in your brain.

“In the context of the anti-LGBTQ culture wars, allow me to recommend the film Predestination, with Ethan Hawke and Sarah Snook. It’s made from a story Robert Heinlein wrote, one of his earliest published stories, from the 1940s, called All You Zombies. It’s not about zombies.” I wrote that, and right after I wrote that, I saw this, which, after you’ve seen Predestination, you’ll appreciate even more:

(Looper goes with Predestination. Like other pairs of movies that should be seen together: The Illusionist and The Prestige, Lucy and Limitless, Mr. Nobody and Benjamin Button, and, to a lesser degree, but still, Repo Man and Strange Days, and those two Mars movies, and those two Reagan-era nuclear war movies, and those two submarine movies…)

An hour-long special about Groucho Marx. Melinda used to play fiddle in an Irish band once or twice a week out in front when I worked in Brannons in the early 1980s. A little after that she got in a car wreck, I heard, and that was why she didn’t play fiddle anymore– it hurt her neck to play it. So she played mandolin in the little orchestra for all the Gloriana Opera Company musical theater shows, where Jack Leung played piano. I haven’t seen her for years. I hope she’s okay. I have a short scene printed on my memory in technicolor, of looking out from the kitchen in Brannan’s, and they’re playing Irish music in a circle in the dining room, hurdy-gurdy, accordions, long Chinese-Celtic ouds, flutes and tin whistles, etc., and there’s Melinda Marx, an animated elf on fire, the focus of the scene, playing this leaping, screaming violin reel, stamping one high-heel shoe, smiling her head off, her long waterfall of jet-black hair flipping this way and that in a windstorm from the other world.

A real dream of books. It reminds me of a cartoon I saw almost forty years ago, where the plot was, the people in a kingdom discovered that their world and all their lives only existed in the dream of a peacefully sleeping man. So they used science to reach out into the real world, they found the man (!), and stuffed him around with soft pillows, and played quiet music, and shooed bugs away, and disconnected his phone and turned off his alarm clock, to keep him asleep. But the inevitable end of the dream became chaotic, and all the books in their library turned into /flamingoes/. Millions of flamingos flapping around in a crazy cloud of them, the narrator repeating “Flamingoes! Flamingoes!” and the people and their world vanished, all washed white, as the man woke up and yawned. Now, what was that cartoon called? It was part of an animation festival of the 1980s. Help me out, here. (via Everlasting Blort)

The final ultimate glitterbomb project. And a general essay of comtemporary theft methods and morals. (via Everlasting Blort)

Scoot. (via Fark)

How we get jelly beans.

How we get nebulae. No, sorry, it’s not. Rather, it’s a /flight through/ a nebula. Pretty, though.

A clever mechanical integrator

Business boys’ business, boys.

Scroll /up/.

Further vibrating magnet projects.

Rerun: the voices of Rocky and Bullwinkle.

“Come on, Barbie, let’s go party!” “Oo-waa, oo-waa!”


“Pepperoni Hug Spot. It’s like family, but with more cheese.”


Wilson and Kepple – The Sand Dance.

“Readings suggest the core is in fact noo-kya-ler.” “How about that, hey?”

Fun with Borbie. (via NagOnTheLake)

Closeup of just one small region of Jupiter’s cloud surface, so small it could only swallow a few dozen Earths. Or /swaller/, as they say in both the U.S. South and Australia: Jupiter, Jupiter, swaller these Earths.

Tell me that the camera person didn’t see this coming and let it happen anyway because of course.

All the species of pasta. (via TackyRaccoons)

Kiffness – Alugalug Cat 2.0.

Carriage made entirely of staples and two Q-tips, everything fastened by geometry and simple friction. (via TackyRaccoons)

1890s glass hand-colored lantern slide photographs of fancy teepees.

And the sound of Offal. A collaboration between carbon life and silicon life.


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