[Kzyxtalk] The clown joke.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: The clown joke.

/"Good enough, you're hired, son, and you start right now. Here's your 
cap and your name-tag. Keys are there. Everybody signs in, no exceptions 
except for cops and Mister Jimmy's boys. If there's trouble, the bat is 
clipped under here -- see? You pull it down and toward you. Try it. 
Yeah, yeah, good. Good grip. And remember, don't sweat it: what we lose 
on the rooms we make on the sandwiches. I'll be at Taka's, here's the 
number; don't call me unless the whole place is on fire. Got it? Great. 
Bye."/

The recording of last night's (2021-11-19) Memo of the Air: Good Night 
Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0463

Email me your writing on any subject and I'll read it on the radio next 
week. That's what I'm here for. If it's more than plain text, please 
provide a link to the media you want me to see or hear, rather than 
attach it.

This show has poetry by Notty Bumbo, Naty Osa, Suzi Long and others; the 
first draft of the first chapter of a new book-in-progress by David 
Herstle Jones; part two of Scott M. Peterson's /Mendocino Art Bust/; and 
so on, until it closes with the latest episode (Ep. 38) of Doug Nunn's 
Snap Sessions podcast, which includes a wide-ranging conversation 
between Doug and tech-savvy musician-repairperson-carpenter-teacher 
Francis Rutherford. Not to mention, writer Kent Wallace called early in 
the show from the next future calendar date in Viet Nam, via the magic 
of the International Date Line that has confused more than one 
$400,000,000 F-35's flight computer into requiring a frantic emergency 
reboot rather than crash into the sea; and various personal historical 
items between us, Kent and me, previously muddled in my understanding, 
were made clear over the course of about half an hour, as you'll hear 
(see above). Sebastian Iturralde read his story /Stone Creature/. Also 
Dave Frishberg died, so the break music is mostly a smattering of his 
piano tunes and, for some reason, the French-whisper-sung music of 
Nataly Dawn (Pomplamoose). Nataly is continuing to record while battling 
cancer, and I hope to Christ she wins. I hope she and her doctor kick 
its ass all the way to Tibet.

FURTHERMORE, 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:

The actual dictionary definition of happiness. Put this on repeat, and 
repeat and repeat. If there's a clog in the pipes of your own happiness, 
maybe this will jog it loose and get things flowing again.
https://www.bitsandpieces.us/2021/11/13/9-year-old-bassist-ellen-alaverdyan/

This is like that song in /Oklahoma/ about Kansas City, where they gone 
about as fur as they c'n go. I love it that the performer had the 
thoughtful courtesy to remind her fan to take the camera off his head to 
not ruin it with the performance urine, though cameras are really okay 
with that anymore because they have to be.
https://boingboing.net/2021/11/13/band-apologizes-for-singer-after-she-pees-on-fans-face-during-concert.html

Dorothy Parker once said, "If you want to know what God thinks of money, 
just look at the people he gave it to." You'll notice all these tacky 
piles of crap (the homes, I mean) have a sex altar, it's spelled wrong 
every time (alter), and it looks like River Tam's cryo box in the pilot 
episode of /Firefly/. Which is extra creepy for a sex altar because she 
was not only technically temporarily dead but cold enough for her flesh 
to condense water vapor out of nearby air, as well as her being only 15 
years old. "You rich people. What'd you do, kill your folks for the 
family fortune?" Somebody else's folks, too. Lots of somebody elses and 
their folks; that's where the fortune came from in the first place. 
Behind every fortune is a great crime, or several. (Speaking of which 
the Skunk Train-ride company just won its court case and is poised to 
eminent-domain-winkle a few gazillion dollars of prime real estate out 
of Fort Bragg CA. More about that next week.)
https://mcmansionhell.com/

And our sun, the heating system. They used to worship this thing, and 
cut people's hearts out to please it. Imagine if they could have seen it 
like this. They'd plotz, but in a good way.
https://laughingsquid.com/one-month-of-sun/

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