[Kzyxtalk] Subject: ARRRH! Talk Like A Pirate Day MOTA special.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: ARRRH! Talk Like A Pirate Day MOTA special.

/"Lay down your weapons and prepare to be boarded. Your cooperation, 
though mandatory, is appreciated. No-one will be harmed if this goes 
smoothly. Be smart... Tch. Now, see, that one wasn’t smart. Don’t be 
like him."/

The recording of last night's (2021-09-17) annual Talk Like A Pirate Day 
Special Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg 
(CA) is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0454

Speaking of ARRRH! with a little oy-yoy-yoy added: At 9:30, half an hour 
into the show, I put on the final episode of the San Francisco Mime 
Troupe's summer radio series /Tales of the Resistance: Persistence/, set 
an alarm for 28 minutes, took my headphones off and took a nap. At least 
I thought I put it on. It was only when I resumed the position before 
the mic that I realized I'd started the wrong one, a much earlier 
episode, because of a folder mixup I made when preparing things. That's 
why, in the recording, you hear the Mime Troupe intro start, then a 
moment of silence to drive home the seriousness of my blunder, then the 
end of the Mime Troupe outro. I cut my half-hour mistake out of the 
recording. I'll play the right episode of that next week. I've already 
written to the Mime Troupe lady to apologize.

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:

The Codex Seraphinianus, a video survey.
https://boingboing.net/2021/09/12/a-look-inside-the-codex-seraphinianus.html

Cultural appropriation. Just kidding. They’re only kimonos. I used to 
have a kimono when I was little; I thought everybody did. Though in our 
family it was pronounced kuh-MOH-na and they were made of printed 
towel-cloth. Good thing there are no pictures of me in that or I could 
never even be elected dog catcher nowadays, because of the scandal of my 
racist gender-tone-deaf religio-cultural offense against decency. I'd 
try to campaign anyway, and try to explain, "It's a bathrobe, and I was 
three years old," but that would only make it worse. Also I remember 
once pulling the sides of my face back to pretend to be Werner Oland 
(say VEHR-nuh OH-lunt) as Charlie Chan. He was the best and most 
Germanic of all the Charlie Chans, just as David Tennant, an exotic 
Scot, was the best Galifreyan Doctor in /Doctor Who/. I saw all the 
Charlie Chan movies on the Mexican UHF station that stayed on after the 
other three teevee stations in L.A. shut off for the night. I'd get out 
of bed and warm up the Zenith and learn how to fight imaginary crime. 
Then nearly sixty years later someone stole the catalytic converter 
right out from under my car and clever Chinese quips don't really help 
you in real life. Sure, it's cute when Charlie Chan's son runs after him 
through the hotel lobby, shouting, "Pop! ...Pop! ...Pop!" and Charlie 
says, "Pop-pop-pop. Honorable number one son sound rike motaboat! Well? 
Speak up. What is so important?" but in the real world the /police/ 
don't even pretend to do anything about crime. You call them and, "Yeah, 
we've been getting a lot of that lately." They don't even come around 
and look at the hole where your car parts used to be. They have more 
important things to do. I don't mean to sound dismissive; I'm sure they 
have. They must, right? There are sirens going off all the time here; 
surely they're not just playing with the switch.
https://thekimonogallery.tumblr.com/archive

How they made the Gateway Arch, which was later featured in the teevee 
series /Defiance/ with a little radio station at the very top run by the 
son of a space alien crimelord (the albino aliens), who had a sort of 
Romeo and Juliet romance with the daughter of the wealthy (human) 
operator of the town’s gulanite mine. It’s a near-future western. The 
town has a prostitute and a sheriff and everything you need. The 
sheriff's raising another kind of alien teenage girl (redheaded 
tiger/lizard people) as his own daughter, who he rescued from a crazy 
alien-mind-control-tech cult. Pretty good show; real science fiction, 
not space elf fantasy crap. Anyway: Gateway Arch (pre-space war that 
ruins the planet because of crashed out-of-control alien terraforming tech):
https://www.bitsandpieces.us/2021/09/14/how-the-gateway-arch-was-made/

And the open-secret law about hospital bills. This could save your life. 
But if you /ride to the hospital in an ambulance/ because you'd die 
otherwise, you're still on the hook for that, and it can run up into 
tens of thousands of dollars just to go across town; even more if the 
ambulance is a helicopter. Prop your thumb up in the air on a fence or 
something to hitchhike before you pass out from loss of blood, that's 
what to do. And if you wake up, don't sign anything until you talk with 
your uncle Tony.
https://twitter.com/darienmeshell/status/1350511629977452547

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