[Kzyxtalk] MOTA: Good Night Radio all night long!

[Marco McClean]

Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio tonight!

Tonight, Friday, October 11, from 9pm to 5am I'm reading Memo of the Air 
by live remote from Juanita's apartment, /not/ from the back room of the 
KNYO performance space at 325 N. Franklin, next door to the Tip Top bar, 
so consider showing-and-telling in person at KNYO /next/ week, Friday 
the 18th, when I'll be there for you. You might meet Max the Piano 
Player, or Al Nunez or, you know, anybody.

Deadline to get your writing on tonight's show is about 7pm. If that 
comes and goes, email it whenever you're ready and I'll read it on next 
week's show.

Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio: Every Friday, 9pm to 5am on 107.7fm 
KNYO-LP Fort Bragg, and 105.1fm KMEC-LP Ukiah. Also there and anywhere 
else via http://knyo.org and click on Listen.

And you can always go to https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com and hear 
last week's show, and shows before that, and play all sorts of games and 
learn about this and that at your own speed. By Saturday night, the 
recording of tonight's MOTA will also be there, in the latest post, 
right on top.

Also there as usual are freshly fascinating educational wonders to 
sharpen your claws on while you wait for tonight, such as:

Miyazaki's airships.
https://nerdcore.de/2019/10/04/hayao-myazakis-luftschiffe/

Why we will lose:
https://27thstreet.me/2019/10/09/attack-to-build/

Eat it. This is the vaudeville version of One Meatball, but without even 
fifteen cents for a meatball. Just napkins.
https://www.neatorama.com/2019/10/06/Avner-the-Eccentric-A-Master-Clown/

And an article about an attractive new stainless steel rocket meant for 
Mars. It reminds me of the little shaved-ice maker they had in the dark 
liquor bar of my grandparents' Italian restaurant when I was little. I 
was allowed to play with it, because the on-switch was the top being 
pushed closed, so safe for fingers. Not like the meat grinder, nor the 
industrial dough mixer, nor the ironing mangle which began to turn by 
pushing a lever with your knee, leaving both arms free to be grabbed, 
flattened and yanked out of their sockets, should you desire, which of 
course I didn't. But I was never allowed inside any refrigerator or 
oven, nor the flour cellar, nor to look at the sun after they found out 
I was doing that, and that's probably wise.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AcE7hBhpYU

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