[Kzyxtalk] Crisse de câlice de tabarnak d’esti de sacrament.

[Marco McClean]

/"Spud spoke sharply. He had been scared, he was mad, and he aimed to be 
madder. He began swearing, soft and mild at first, as his custom was, 
then as his wrath stood up in him, he got into the swing of his language 
and the air before his face changed color. He used the deep cussing of 
seamen, the low, venomous cussing of cattlemen, the freighters' whiplike 
oaths, and what he heard from the Mississippi roustabouts when he was a 
kid at home. He cussed the cussing of Mexican muleteers when they're 
feeling fine and want to tell the world, and when, at the end of a long 
desert day, a mule falls and spills its pack, and another mule steps on 
their feet. He used the dreadful, whining cussing with which Finn 
sailors can stop or start a storm, and his father's terrible Irish 
wrath, and Navajo and Apache and Ute words of shriveling strength, and 
coureur de bois talk, and Kit Carson's main oath on top of the lot, and 
all along through it he wove in and out the ideas that came to him, the 
voice of his anger pouring itself out full. The warriors ducked, raised 
their shields and touched their medicine bags. Cochise put his fan 
before his face, and twice he half raised his hand to ask Spud to stop. 
As the cowpuncher's voice died away at last, there was a thump on the 
ground between them, and the buzzard which had been sailing high above 
fell to earth, scorched clean of feathers." -Oliver LaFarge, Spud and 
Cochise/

The recording of last night's (2019-01-04) KNYO Fort Bragg and KMEC 
Ukiah Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show is available by one or two 
clicks, depending on whether you want to listen to it now or download it 
and keep it for later and, speaking of which, it's right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0314

Something went wrong with the connection to KMEC for about a half-hour 
or so circa 3am, suspiciously during the time I read a long article 
explaining the psychological and linguistic former mysteries of 
swearing, including the clinically dissected swears, but no problems 
with KNYO, and the recording is of course complete.

Also, at http://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you can find a Costco-size 
fresh batch of links to not necessarily radio-useful but nonetheless 
worthwhile educational items I set aside for you while gathering the 
show together. Such as:

Charity and Andre. These amazing young Mormons grew up less than twenty 
miles apart. They're both children of dance studio operators so have 
been dancing since they were toddlers. In one of the dances here, 
Charity had a broken foot (!), but the show must go on, even hampered by 
only-slightly-modified garmies (the magic stiff anti-Satan underwear 
Mormons all wear everywhere, including in the shower).
https://tinyurl.com/CharityAndreDemoReel

Seeing this sort of training always fascinates and horrifies and amuses 
me to an equal degree. There are all kinds of things to think about 
here. Memories of dogs set on black people and protestors and workers on 
strike, etc. How happy a dog is to know what it's supposed to do. The 
fact that that's the arm-suit guy's day job, there. "How was work today, 
honey?" "Yeh, you know. Fine, I guess. I lost another button." "What 
happened to your nose?" "Nothing. Just a scratch. Anyway, why the third 
degree, Barbara?" "I'm sorry, I just get bored here at home all day with 
nothing to do but sweep, and wash clothes, and drink vodka, and watch 
teevee." "Oh. Well, why don't you come to work with me tomorrow? We'll 
be together, and you can take a turn in the arm suit, and after that we 
can go to Taco Bell. Make a date of it." "Yes. Yes, I'd like that, Bill. 
Just a minute; I'll get my sewing kit and do something about that 
button. Tch, tch, now where did I put it?"
https://tinyurl.com/LostCoastDogRawr

And you can take the beaver out of the river but you can't take the 
river out of the beaver.
https://tinyurl.com/PetBeaverDamsDen

--
Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org, https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com