[Kzyxtalk] Buitengebieden.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Buitengebieden.

/"That's the trouble with cops. You're all set to hate their guts and 
then you meet one that goes human on you." -Raymond Chandler/

Here's the recording of last night's (2022-04-01) Memo of the Air: Good 
Night Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA):
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0482

Thanks a lot to Hank Sims for all kinds of tech help over the years, as 
well as for his fine news site: https://LostCoastOutpost.com

And thanks to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, which provided at least an 
hour of the above eight-hour show's most locally relevant material, as 
usual, without asking for anything in return. Though I do pay $25 
annually for full access to all articles and features, and you can too. 
As well as go to KNYO.org, click on the big red heart and give what you 
can. Also email me your work on any subject and I will read it on the 
radio this coming Friday night.

It's been bugging me: In the above show, when I was talking about Keith 
Laumer's /Retief/ books, and Retief's boss, Mr. Magnan, and the Corps 
Diplomatique Terrestrienne, and I mentioned Earth's chief rival race in 
the cosmos, slimy upright-starfish-like creatures with eyes on stalks, 
who were grasping, tricky cheats and in all ways dishonorable, I left 
out the main thing I was driving toward: those creatures were the 
Groaci, but the racist name everyone called them behind their back, in 
whatever language was used on whatever planet where the Groaci went, was 
/Five-Eyed Sticky-Fingers/. There, closure, whew.

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 the 
show together. Such as:

"How about an old man whose wrinkled smile represents the wisdom of the 
poor?" (When I was in fourth grade in Fresno, my stepbrother Craig and I 
used to ride our bikes to a Norman Rockwell-ish gas station out in miles 
and miles of empty fields that are now, I see by Google Maps, encancered 
with metastatic commerce and a braided lanyard of intersecting freeways 
and apartments and big box monstrosities, like everywhere else anymore. 
We'd go there to get soda pop in thick bottles from the gas station 
vending machine. There were several houses being built near where we 
lived, so there were slugs, coin-size knockouts from electrical boxes, 
all over the place, and I scientifically discovered that the pop machine 
would accept slugs as nickels and quarters, so, free pop as long as we 
didn't get greedy. One day there was a bracket on the soda pop machine, 
with pamphlets titled /The Orange Crush Story/. It was like a little 
history book. It was serious yet light. Orange Crush had founding 
fathers, and troubles and triumphs along the way, and somebody in the 
company thought to spend a little money educating the public about 
something they were proud of, and paid someone to write that pamphlet, 
and paid someone to print it, and someone to drive around and hang them 
on pop machines, and I was left with a fond feeling about not only 
Orange Crush but whimsical publishing in general, that lasted all my 
life. In contrast: if you kept the Skunk Train's recent full-color 
folksy mailer about the wonders of the future development of the former 
GP mill site, pull that out and look at it again, because a lot of 
people around here were hoping the Koch Bros. would clean up the poison 
ponds and we'd get a park there, not a Disneyland-like casino complex. 
Developers only need to look good long enough to get their hand in your 
pants. Then their hand is in your pants, and your pants are their pants 
now.)
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2014/03/generic-brand-video.html

Desert = Moistland.
https://catandgirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/2022-03-22-cgrealreal.gif

Some days the bear will eat you, some days you eject the bear.
https://pictojam.com/p/that-time-when-the-us-air-force-ejected-yogi-the-bear-at-supersonic-speed

And "Uh-oh, boss, you're not gonna believe this, but there's a broad on 
a skateboard comin' after us. And she's gainin'!" The term /broad/, 
while not appreciated by ladies of the time, even Wonder Ladies, applies 
here, as the video aspect ratio is incorrect and makes all characters 
appear rather broad in the beam, a term that, like the term light in the 
loafers, you don't hear used much these days. Loafers were a kind of 
shoe that you didn't need to lace up and tie. Loafing was being lazy. 
Loafers implied that wearing shoes you didn't have to tie was laziness, 
as was writing with a ball-point pen and not a proper fountain pen that 
you had to learn to fill and clean and maintain for Jesus; but mainly it 
was that Catholic schools got money for the nuns by selling fountain 
pens. They were a mess. Ink everywhere, and all over the side of your 
hand if you wrote left-handed, another practice the nuns frowned on. 
Light in the loafers also somehow implied homosexuality.
https://www.vintag.es/2022/03/wonder-woman-on-skateboard.html

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