[Kzyxtalk] Gpjira, don't you weep, don't you moan.

[David Gurney]

Could there be anything more revolting than the thought of Alicia Bales and
John McCowen entwined?

...

On Sat, Jul 18, 2020 at 10:10 PM John Sakowicz <sako4 at comcast.net> wrote:

> Hi Marco,
>
> Do not spin your wheels. In the past year or two, the MEC and KMEC went
> from dysfunctional to moribund. Now they're dead.
>
> The rent hasn't been paid at the MEC and KMEC for more than a year.
> Mendocino County 2nd District Supervisor (and political hack) John McCowen
> carries the property as a tax write-off.
>
> Currently, the MEC has no Board. No volunteers. No money. No utilities. No
> website. No webstream. Nothing. Zip. Nada.
>
> There is no there, there.
>
> A year or two ago, Alicia Bales, arrived in Ukiah from Berkeley. It was a
> nightmare, although I didn't know it at the time. I'm naïve. Bales saw a
> vacuum at the MEC and filled it. She got Lara Anderson, her predecessor as
> Board President of the MEC, to appoint Bales as the next Board President.
> Then Bales proceeded to fire the old Board, install a new Board stacked
> with Bales's cronies, and execute a coup d’état of the MEC that makes
> Hitler's arson of the Reichstag building look like child's play.
>
> Bales then shamelessly used the MEC and KMEC as her platform for a job.
> She wanted the $96,000 program managers job at the Mendocino County Climate
> Action Committee. But the Board of Supervisors voted it down as an obvious
> and illegal attempt at patronage job that McCowen was trying to create for
> Bales.
>
> Bales was McCowen's tenant at the MEC. And the two seemed intimate -- too
> intimate. It's almost too creepy to describe the relationship. But I have
> photos of Bales and McCowen swooning in each other's arms during a break at
> a Board of Supervisors meeting.
>
> Remember, Bales needed the job. Desperately. Although college-educated,
> she had never had a professional job in her life. Being a Antifa-styled
> activist is not a job. Bales says she's a voice coach and an actress, but
> that didn't pay the rent.
>
> Bales had worked at Orr Hot Springs and the Ukiah Brewery in menial jobs
> -- but never anything professional.
>
> In a stroke of dumb luck, KZYX Program Manager Alice Woelfle left the KZYX
> to begin a news internship at KALW in San Francisco, and Alice Bales fell
> right into Woelfle's old job at KZYX.
>
> KZYX's Board being as weak as it, and largely kept uninformed by KZYX
> management, never questioned either Bales's lack of journalism credentials
> or her ruthless, take-no-prisoners style.
>
> No doubt Bales will try bending others to her will at KZYX, too. Do not
> underestimate Bales's Machiavellianism. If past is prologue, she'll be the
> next GM at KZYX.
>
> God knows Bales needs the job. No place besides KZYX would hire her.
>
> Meanwhile, good luck getting answers at the MEC and KMEC. You have a great
> show, Marco. By rights, you should be "featured" on KZYX. But it won't
> happen, of course. KZYX has a blacklist that the insiders at the station
> guard with their lives. Any programmer or person who questions or
> challenges station management is banned from the airwaves for life. Some,
> like you, are shipped off to the Siberian gulag that the KMEC has now
> become.
>
> You should have a show on the KZYX schedule, Marco, along with Doug
> McKenty, Norman de Vall, Beth Bosk, Mitch Clogg, Bruce Anderson, Mark
> Scaramella, and K.C. Meadows. That would be my dream team.
>
> Good luck, brother.
>
> -- John
>
>
> Meanwhile, the MEC and KMEC is a sad memory.
> > On 07/18/2020 7:26 PM Marco McClean <memo at mcn.org> wrote:
> >
> >
> > Subject: Gojira, don't you weep, don't you moan.
> >
> >      /"Well, one of these nights 'round twev [twelve] o’clock, this old
> > town's gonna really rock. Didn't Pharaoh’s army get drownded [sic]?
> > Gojira [Godzilla], don't you weep." -Trad./
> >
> > The recording of last night's (2020-07-17) Memo of the Air: Good Night
> > Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg and KMEC-LP Ukiah* is right here:
> > https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0393
> >
> > *Sorry, but not KMEC tonight, again. Just only on KNYO, the 87-watt
> > Little Lion in Fort Bragg. Available info: KMEC's website's been down
> > for three weeks, their web stream is off, their phone line is dead, and
> > the only people who've replied to my scattershot texts, phone calls and
> > emails are people who have no idea what's going on or have an idea and
> > are clamming up about it because they know what side their bread is
> > buttered on. If you know the story, or know somebody who does, let me
> > know so I can blab it and get everyone on the same page through the
> > magic of communication. What I know so far: zip. Except for: the
> > Mendocino Environmental Center's current with rent to County Supervisor
> > McCowen, but approximately $500 in arrears on payment to Pacific
> > Internet. KMEC fits in a closet in the back of the MEC and costs about
> > as much as a cup of coffee at Schat’s per day to operate, but /somebody
> > in the hierarchy of the Environmental Center has to make sure that
> > piffling amount gets paid./ Who is that person? Speak up; don’t be shy.
> > I just wanta help. I'm not going to hurt you. I will not touch you in
> > any wrong way or at all. If you stutter I will not make fun of you. Once
> > upon a time I myself had a speech impediment. I had a lisp so thick it
> > sounded like tearing sections out of a phone book. I know what it feels
> > like. Even if it's hard –especially if it's hard– spill the dang beans.
> >
> > But that’s not what last night's show's about. It's pretty fancy, as
> > usual. Frightening amounts of both useful and frivolous information.
> > Musical thrills; I mean literal thrills. Half an hour into this there's
> > Lorrie LePaule’s Mendocino Theater Company radio adaptation of the play
> > /Trifles/ by Susan Glaspell, an early feminist drama from 1909 about
> > small town murder, oblivious official men and a sewing kit with a dead
> > bird in it. There's this week's installment of Jay Frankston's
> > historical, romantic and numinous novel El Sereno about sixty tumultuous
> > years of 20th-century Spain from the point of view of the man with all
> > the keys. John Sakowicz' poem /Vespers/. David Herstle Jones' meditation
> > on a lusciously predatory bar prostitute. Jerry Philbrick's latest
> > festival of gun-totin' elderly racist right-wing belligerent ignorance.
> > There’s disease, pestilence, innovation in sport, vehicles, taxonomy,
> > creeping fascism, an unusual take on cancel culture, a commemoration of
> > the 75th anniversary of the first of hundreds of times the U.S.
> > deliberately punched itself in the nose (in the desert, actually) with a
> > sloppy atom bomb, and the advent of a new weekly feature of MOTA that
> > will be variously titled: Looks at Fox, Focus on Fox, What the Fox, Fox
> > in Sox, etc. I'm trying to keep the kvetching about President Ass-clown
> > to a minimum, but when it starts taking more effort to avoid looking
> > there than to look there, I look there for a minute or two again, and so
> > what. Also there’s a long bit exploring Charlie Engel's trials and
> > tribulations regarding Sherwood Oaks that really is very fair, I think,
> > to all sides in the tragedy that we’re all heading for if we live long
> > enough. And that's just some of it. I'm knocking myself out for you,
> > here, every time, everything on the table, as disgraced genius Louis
> > C.K. and the sainted Alex Bosworth, from whom I seem to be estranged,
> > each once said, and if you like it and can use it, great. If something
> > pisses you off so you write to complain or to show off how you can do
> > better, that's even more perfect. I repeat, spill the beans.
> >
> > 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:
> >
> > What is intelligence?
> > https://theawesomer.com/what-is-intelligence/580299/
> >
> > The closer you look, the busier it gets. Look intently enough and you
> > can see Kenneth Patchen's butterflies bigger than the Earth, not to
> > mention leopards made of golden wire not merely circling the sun but
> > right down there wading around in it up to their eyeballs.
> > https://newatlas.com/space/images-sun-campfires-nasa-esa
> >
> > And "Damage has been set at half-a-million dollars." That's all? Money
> > was different in those days. People didn't sue you because they were
> > painting their fingernails and tripped on the doorjamb. If a train
> > crashed, a train crashed. Trains crash. Also, you could buy a whole
> > block of houses in San Francisco for what it costs to get your Prius
> > fender fixed today, and screwdrivers and toothbrushes and shotglasses
> > (and car headlights) didn't have supercomputers in them. They just
> > screwed things in or out and cleaned graham crackers out of your teeth
> > and briefly held flammable toxic liquid and showed the road ahead. And
> > when you graduated from high school you knew calculus or at least
> > trigonometry, Spanish, German and/or French, the major dates and locales
> > of history, animal husbandry (you could spay your own cat and assist in
> > the birth of a calf). You could paint a portrait of someone and they'd
> > be pleased with how it came out. Everyone could plumb and wire and roof
> > and cook and sew and type and survey and make change at a register and
> > do any job that needed doing in a new town. They could make tenses agree
> > in casual speech and knew where to put the apostrophe in a sign, knew
> > how to dance gracefully, who to hold the door for, to take a slap and
> > like it and learn from it and not get fresh with that one again. You
> > knew the names of at least a hundred colors and a hundred nuanced
> > emotions. You could play the piano and recite from memory at least one
> > epic poem and possibly even a whole Shakespeare play. It was rare if a
> > person couldn't sing or tell a joke. Also, every spigot everywhere could
> > be fixed in a minute with a washer that was so cheap they gave them away
> > from a bowl next to the free rulers and paint stirring sticks and free
> > golf pencils, and if you were white you could enter any diner, sit at
> > the counter, spread out the newspaper (morning edition or evening
> > edition of any of a dozen different newspapers just for your city),
> > relight your pocket-cigar and settle in for a lunch hour that lasted an
> > hour. And the coffee was terrible everywhere, so bad that it’s a wonder
> > people drank it at all. So it wasn’t just money that was different.
> >
> http://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/the_wreck_of_the_city_of_san_francisco
> >
> > --
> > Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org,
> > https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com
> >
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