[Kzyxtalk] The Delicious.

[Marco McClean]

The Delicious.

The recording of last night's (2019-01-25) KNYO Fort Bragg and KMEC 
Ukiah world-class 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-0317

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

The Delicious. (2002, 15 min.) I'd forgotten about this and just found 
it again with its parts stitched together so it plays from beginning to 
end without interruption, and it's delightful. I especially like how, 
when he tries to explain and can't, it's clear there's something 
wonderful to explain but it's just /really hard to/. You don’t get the 
impression that he's only a broken machine. Everyone else, though.
https://tinyurl.com/TheDeliciousComplete

The rear view from a toy camera drone flying past and through all the 
Utah Natural History Museum's dinosaur skeletons in one long 
Touch-Of-Evil/Russian-Ark take. Or the front view but played backward.
https://theawesomer.com/saur/510834/

Fabricated.
https://theawesomer.com/fabricated/490487/

And Vaseline for your hair. This reminds me of when I was cooking in 
Brannon's Restaurant in the early 1980s, and one of the waiters had hair 
that was like the kid's in this ad. It was literally dripping with some 
kind of hair product. He came back into the kitchen once and complained 
bitterly that some customers, an old couple, had told him to go wash his 
hair and get them another waiter because they came here to eat and his 
hair was, you know, disgusting; they were afraid it would flick drops of 
whatever that was onto their food. It hurt his feelings that someone 
could be so cruel. About 15 years earlier than that, in 1967, my mother 
married Roland, who had two boys of his own, and suddenly we all had to 
put Brylcreem in our hair all the time to go to church and that was 
weird. The singing ads on the radio all went on and on about how not 
greasy it was, and the teevee ads showed women throwing themselves at 
men who use it, in an effort to run their fingers through their hair and 
grab them and kiss them silly, but I think they might've been paying 
them to sing and do that, because it was greasy and disgusting, and they 
still sell it. Maybe they've changed the formula. I associate hair 
grease with needlessly complicated fountain pens and thin four-buttoned 
gray sweaters useless against the freezing fog of winter Fresno in the 
grim yard of St. Helen’s Catholic school. It was like adjusting to 
another planet, and we all do what we have to do, I guess, until we 
either stick that way and forget or develop our own Delicious to have to 
try to explain.
http://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/follies_of_the_madmen_408

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