[Kzyxtalk] Aliens in the prime of their lives.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Aliens in the prime of their lives.

Here's the recording of last night's (2022-09-09) Memo of the Air: Good 
Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA):
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0505

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

Thanks to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, which provided a significant 
portion of the above 8-hour show's most locally relevant material, as 
usual, without asking for anything in return. Just $25 a year for full 
access to all articles and features (TheAVA.com). And consider wee 
bravely struggling KNYO itself. Long may it wave. Even longer if you 
were to help out via the big red donation heart, or merely buy a bottle 
of Bob's fresh KNYO hot sauce and enjoy its proven health benefits deep 
in the furnace of the meat robot you've been driving around and abusing 
and taking for granted all your life. Cleans the whole system out, they 
say. I'm reminded of the motto of a VW-repair comic book we all had in 
the old days, which was, "Be good to your ass, for it bears you," a 
phrase originally from the Bible. It's a fact.
https://KNYO.org

Speaking of which, when I got to the station, musical prophet Douglas 
Wayne Coulter's camp-equipment-laden bicycle and matching guitar trailer 
were parked in the storefront alcove, so you know what that means: about 
an hour of Douglas Wayne Coulter, starting about ten minutes into the 
show. And then the usual everything, not least of which a takedown of 
nonprofit corporate crooks at midnight by Scott M. Peterson, and a 
couple more chapters of the book No More My Echoing Song, by Clifford 
Allen Sanders at 1:10am (4-hours-10-minutes into the show). And starting 
a little after 3am, the annual read of the numinous masterwork /Aliens 
in the Prime of Their Lives/ (Kindle version available for 99 cents, as 
of press time) by Brad Watson, just one of many of his numinous masterworks.

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:

This kind is my favorite ride. That time in 2010 I was sick from food 
poisoning and Juanita made me go with her to the Sonoma County Fair and 
ride all the goddamn rides anyway, a ride very like this was the only 
one that didn't upset my stomach further but even soothed it. Just 
(safely) falling is so pleasant, like the moment of falling asleep. The 
ride I threw up on myself on was a black upside-down spider-shaped thing 
that they got from the parted-out Michael Jackson estate. I managed to 
catch it all in my jacket... But this particular present-day drop ride 
had something wrong with it that the inspectors didn't spot, if it was 
inspected at all, and after the disaster the operators fled the wrath of 
the patrons' families, and hid. In the teevee show /Carnivale/, about a 
sweaty, dusty, miserable but often magical traveling carnival in Texas 
in the Great Depression, there's an episode where one of the crew 
assembling the Ferris wheel can't find the last steel pin to bear the 
load of an important joint and he substitutes a stick of wood from a 
broom handle (!), resulting in two small children falling and being 
severely injured. Curly, head of the crew, is blamed, caught by angry 
townsfolk and dragged away to be /tarred-and-feathered/ and dumped in 
the desert, which would have killed him, had not Ben found him and used 
his power to heal the sick or bring back the dead at the cost of the 
life energy of someone or something else nearby. It's like the power of 
Ned in /Pushing Daisies/. So, ahem, a ride disaster in the news this week:
https://boingboing.net/2022/09/06/video-drop-tower-ride-violently-falls-fortunately-riders-will-be-ok.html

There exists a movement to improve and innovate, when prosthetics are 
required. Here they aren't required, but this project gives you some 
ideas about what you might ask for if you ever need a replacement hand. 
Why /not/ get one with an octave-and-a-half range? Or one with a cigaret 
lighter in the index finger. Or programmable pen-spinning tricks. Or a 
vibrating thumb. Or a working eyeball in the palm, like in /Pan's 
Labyrinth/.
https://theawesomer.com/wooden-claw-finger-extensions/680343/

And you just wanta scream at this kid to pull over and quit doing this. 
When I was in school I knew a kid who died doing stuff like this. He was 
one of identical twins, tall and good-looking; they were always 
competing with each other for dangerous dares. One of them inevitably 
lost the competition, crashed his motorbike into the rear of a car on 
Auburn Folsom Road and was flung high into the air. You know what they 
say, flying is perfectly safe, it's the landing that gets you. I 
remember they used to leap and dive the wrong way off the high-dive 
platform in a lake where we all went swimming. The wrong way being /not/ 
off the end over the water, but the end with the ladder up it, where 
there was six or eight feet of concrete platform sticking out below that 
you had to clear. And they used to jump their motorcycles up a side 
trail and land in the middle of the highway, where you couldn't see if a 
car was coming or not (that wasn't where the boy died, but it wasn't far 
from there). And one winter the lake lightly froze over. They went out 
into the middle and were laughing their heads off, jumping up and down 
to hear the ice crack and squeak. They have the Darwin Awards now; these 
boys would've been the all-time poster boys for that. And I've forgotten 
their names. Last name started with a P... Not Paoli... I think it had a 
Z in it near the end. (via YWKIWDBI)
https://www.reddit.com/r/nextfuckinglevel/comments/wo7b5y/insane_tricks_without_a_helmet_and_on_a_busy_road/

*Email me your work on any subject and I'll read it on the radio next 
Friday night.

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