[Kzyxtalk] Memoirs of a shy pornographer.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Memoirs of a shy pornographer.

/"You spotted snakes with double tongue, thorny hedgehogs be not seen, 
newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, come not near our fairy queen." -W.S./

Here's the recording of last night's (2022-12-02) Memo of the Air: Good 
Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA):
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0517

Thanks to Hank Sims for tech help, as well as for his fine news site: 
https://LostCoastOutpost.com

Thanks to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, which always provides about an 
hour of each of my Friday night shows' most locally relevant material 
without asking for anything in return, going back decades. Further, 
thank tiny bravely struggling KNYO itself (KNYO.org). Find the hidden 
donation heart there and help the station out with a substantial gift 
from your own hidden heart. Or try the new fire-engine-red vibrantly 
healthy KNYO hot sauce, for vim and pep. ("It's toasted!")

This show was particularly exhausting for me, so I quit half an hour 
early. Every week, every show since I started doing MOTA in February of 
1997, I've printed the material out and read it off paper. I'm really 
used to doing it that way. This time enough things went wrong at the 
worst possible times that I had to read about two-thirds of the show off 
one long column on the computer screen. It doesn't sound like much of a 
problem, but I found it disorienting and twitchy, and when 
contradictions arose in the text and story order, that ordinarily I'd 
move the pages this way or that way and solve in an instant, I was 
baffled, confused. And you hear that. So... You know what, this is a 
challenge. I'm going to do it this way on purpose next time and fricking 
master it. Think of all the paper and materials I've been wasting all 
these years, even though I use each page twice by turning the stack over 
and printing on the other side.

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:

People from the somewhat distant past, who had the same basic hopes and 
needs and disappointments as you do, and I do. The ancient Scotswoman is 
about to swear gently at you for forgetting her birthday and then kiss 
you anyway because she knows you didn't really; the present is in the 
satchel. /Och, ye didnae; it weren't needful. But I do love ye, ye great 
omadhaun!/ (via Neatorama)
https://www.livescience.com/gallery-of-reconstructions

The whole spectrum of shyness to boldness, and different levels of 
situation awareness. Some of them don't even notice the camera. Some see 
it, duck their heads and smile painfully cutely... They're all dead a 
long time ago. This was their youth and their time. And it'll happen to 
me and to you, whether we wink at the camera, or startle and fumble, or 
what. And in another five thousand or five million years we're all just 
rocks and molecules again, part of the earth or other creatures and 
things, or floating in the water or air or drifting in space. Actually, 
drifting in space anyway. Everything everywhere is in space.
https://www.mentalfloss.com/posts/gibson-girl-edwardian-historic-film

Here's another thing you've been able to get a job doing for awhile now: 
shouting along with the game for everybody. Baseball, basketball, 
ballball, all the sportsball games; they all need people to do it. It's 
a skill you can develop, and if you're good at it you can fly all over 
the world and shout to millions of people who also, for some reason, 
care about these details, though you have to memorize the intricacies of 
the actual game, too. The offside rule, the designated hitter, you can't 
spit on the ball or catch one in your hat, you can only castle once, a 
fair-catch dropkick has to be from the point of the catch, no hitting 
below the belt, etc. Oh, and with golf, you must not shout but whisper 
as if over a sleeping baby, even if you're a mile away in a teevee truck 
in the parking lot. At KMFB, Lindy Peters used the wired phone to 
commentate Fort Bragg (California) high school ball games. He was so 
good at that, they made him mayor of the whole town for two terms. And 
now that there's a movement to change the name of Fort Bragg from a 
slave-owning Civil War monster to something better, the leading two 
candidates for a new name are The Palms (for the palm trees on Main 
Street) (that we'll put there if the name chosen is The Palms), and 
Lindy Petersville, which has the edge, because it showed up for practice 
and it came to play.
https://boingboing.net/2022/12/02/check-out-this-hilarious-meme-about-obsessive-football-fans.html

And, see, you don't have to scribble all over yourself with psychotic 
tattoos to be boss. I Break Everything, by Speed of Light. As one old 
fart wrote afterward: "There's hope for youth yet."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLw7vzqfapg

*Email me your written work and I'll read it on the very next MOTA. I 
don't care what it's about, just if there are swears I have to wait 
until an hour into the show to read it, because then it's okay..

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