[Kzyxtalk] Oh, Afghanistan (you can leave your hat on).

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Oh, Afghanistan (you can leave your hat on).

/"And I asked the Lord: Lord, why is there only one set of footprints in 
the sand here? And the Lord answered, That is when your friend died of 
an easily preventable disease."/

The recording of last night's (2021-08-20) Memo of the Air: Good Night 
Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0450

BESIDES ALL THAT, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a 
fresh batch of dozens of links to not necessarily radio-useful but 
nonetheless worthwhile items I set aside for you while gathering that 
show together. Such as, for instance:

Interpretive pressure dance.
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2021/08/hydraulic-press-interpretive-dance.html

Tour Josephine Baker's famous entirely imaginary French house.
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2021/08/inside-bizarre-lost-house-for-josephine.html

"Everything is so vivid that it's a kind of nothing. That’s why you just 
laugh." Oooh-kay. It reminds me of the project of a man I knew who was 
peaceful and mild and slow to the point of seeming mentally retarded 
(that's what enlightenment looks like) –I remember he wouldn't look 
directly at you but smile aimed slightly off to the side, like at your 
ear. One day in Headlands Coffeehouse, in the early oh-ohs, he gave me a 
battery powered electric fan with a speed control on it, that he'd taped 
long black cardboard blades on. "Here's what to do," he said. "Look at 
the sun with your eyes closed, hold this up in the way, so it's a shadow 
on your eyelids, and speed it up and slow it down, kind of /tune/ it, 
until…"  I said, "Until what."  He smiled even wider and said, "/You’ll/ 
see."
https://boingboing.net/2021/08/17/would-you-be-willing-to-neuro-hack-your-way-to-enlightenment.html

And when a demon from Hell comes in your mouth, and you take the problem 
to a professional to get that seen, here is what you can expect. 
Apparently it burns like fire for the exorcist to shpritz your jeans 
with magic water. When he demands your name, you drool and faint. And 
when he bops you on the head he's not really hitting you all that hard; 
he makes the cartoon sound of the hit by yelling BOOM! or BAM! into his 
microphone. You go to the bathroom, the white stuff comes out, and 
you're cured. That wasn't so bad, was it? /Next./
https://boingboing.net/2021/08/19/oral-sex-demon-banished.html

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