[Kzyxtalk] MOTA: Good Night Radio live from Franklin St. all night tonight!

[Marco McClean]

Subject: MOTA: Good Night Radio live from Franklin St. all night tonight!

Deadline to email your writing for tonight's (Friday night's) MOTA show 
is about 5:30pm. Or send it whenever it's done and I'll read it on the 
radio next week.

Plus you can phone during the show and read your work in your own voice. 
I'll be in the clean, well-lighted back room of KNYO's storefront studio 
at 325 N. Franklin, where the number is 1-(707) 962-3022. If you can't 
control yourself from swearing, wait until after 10pm, so not to agitate 
the weasels.

Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio is every Friday, 9pm to 5am on 107.7fm 
KNYO-LP Fort Bragg as well as anywhere else via 
http://airtime.knyo.org:8040/128 (That's the regular link to listen to 
KNYO in real time.) (Or just go to KNYO.org and click /Listen/. And the 
schedule is there for KNYO's many other terrific shows.)

Any day or night you can go to https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com and 
hear last week's MOTA show. By Saturday night the recording of tonight's 
show will also be there.

Besides all that, there you'll find a bulging pinata of all the 
educational candies of the rainbow to bat at with your muscular fingers 
until showtime, or anytime, such as:

Och, aye, it's the end of the world, for sure, when men pretend to play 
the fiddle so you'll give their wives a penny for the bucket. Film at 
eleven.
http://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/fake_violin_scam

Beautiful hand-drawn animation. It reminds me of Ray Rice's work.
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2022/08/conversations-with-whale.html

And it was the Nash's nose that really sold it. Manly and confident, it 
penetrated the air with unabashed power, grace, and oomph. I wanted to 
say /clove/ the air, but amazingly no dictionary shows clove as past 
tense for cleave anymore. Now it's just a kind of cigaret for hip 
skateboarders, and an ingredient of ill-advised herbal abortion, and a 
seasonal seasoning for meat, pie, and drinks. The Nash evolved into the 
Rambler. I had two of those in my time. One was a dog and the other was 
a gem-- an aqua, hot-oil-smelling, wide-bench-seated, three-on-the-tree gem.
https://www.vintag.es/2022/07/nash-ads-1930s.html

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