[Kzyxtalk] Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

The recording of last night's (2020-08-28) Memo of the Air: Good Night 
Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0399

The my-fault-one-week-belated San Francisco Mime Troupe Tales of the 
Resistance Episode 4 is half an hour into this show, so all is forgiven, 
I hasten to insist. There's Chapter 16 of Jay Frankston's book El 
Sereno, the biblical poetry of dice-throwing algorithms, Harper's Weekly 
Review, Major Mark Scaramella of the Anderson Valley Advertiser on local 
Measure B developments, Scott M. Peterson on the subject of the 
Newcomb-Benford law applied to nonprofit corporate bookkeeping 
crookedness, a one-armed schizophrenic UK rollerskater's spring-powered 
superhuman stabbing spree, murder, mayhem, sundry petitions to reach in 
and save the world from its cruel and bizarre self at various crucial 
access points of its anatomy (such as the elephant-abusing Monterey Zoo) 
and a Steve Heilig rundown of a single week of slightly 
pre-Reichstag-fire Trumpian shenanigans. John Sakowicz on the sabotage 
of Jackie's historic rose garden. QAnon for, if possible, even dummier 
dummies. Prototype microscopic semiconductor doctor robots that, when 
activated by lasers, march through flesh to do their tiny but essential 
surgical work. One solution to the ethical problem of Dark Batman. 
Numinous childhood half-memories of family road trips. Paul Modic's 
apple-picking three-way unprotected sex adventure. Sports strikes, 
dreams, delusions, a tourist guide to the very real and ever-enlarging 
Shrieking Black Portal of Ashtabula, and finally Greg and Sharon Ross' 
Futility Closet Podcast, this time about Saint Nicholas Winton and the 
Czech Kindertransport that saved thousands of children from the 
inevitable result of /last/ century's time of putting unlimited power in 
the hands of a racist, narcissistic madman in a man-girdle and lift shoes.

Besides all that, here are some links to worthwhile items that I set 
aside for you while gathering last night's MOTA show together, found 
mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your immediate right:

Furthermore, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll 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 soft, sad story of John Wanda and his Wandaland.
https://theawesomer.com/wandaland/586123/

"It's like being blasted in the face with a firehose all the time."
https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2020/8/24/1971448/-Cartoon-Breaking-the-news

I'm thinking of starting a campaign to get one of these instruments for 
Carl Shoen. He could blow the fricking /flup/ out of something like this:
https://theawesomer.com/ewi-solo-electronic-wind-instrument/587152/

I know it's just a tree on fire, but what it looks like is a giant right 
hand made of hot lava karate-stabbing up out of the earth like Uma 
Thurman in /Kill Bill/.
https://d.newsweek.com/en/full/1625361/california-wildfires.jpg

Apropos of little, just today I was thrilled to learn that Firesign 
Theater once made a movie of their album /Everything You Know is Wrong/. 
Their cinematographer, Allen Daviau, went on to cinematograph E.T., 
which, like Everything You Know Is Wrong, involves a visit by space 
aliens; he made Empire of the Sun, The Color Purple, and many other fine 
films. But, as thrilled as I was to find all that out, I'm even more 
saddened to learn that, like 180,000 other Americans, Allen Daviau just 
died of COVID-19. Watch the film of /Everything You Know Is Wrong/ on 
Youtube. Note: They left some parts out, and somehow the link deposits 
you in the middle so you have to drag the line back to start at the 
beginning. That said, here it is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVGxuul6tC0

And the kid should see this. All these things.
https://thekidshouldseethis.com/

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