[Kzyxtalk] Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya; she likes to give it away.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Princess Poopooly has plenty papaya; she likes to give it away.

/"You'll find the secret plans in Professor Lymon's safe. And take these 
purple gas bombs with you. They'll be silent but effective weapons if 
anyone interferes." -The Scarab/

Here's the recording of last night's (2023-05-05) eight-hour-long Memo 
of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and 
KNYO.org:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0539

Email /your/ written work and I'll read it on the very next Memo of the 
Air on KNYO.

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:

"These pretty girls have been trained to manufacture transistors to 
fight the Communist Menace. Working hunched over the magnifying glass 
with nimble fingers and specialized tools each girl can turn out three 
transistors in a single ten-hour shift, even with five five-minute 
cigaret breaks." For a sweatshop of a hundred girls that's thirty 
transistors an hour. It could be more if they were allowed to smoke at 
their stations. It seems like someone should have thought to get 
together on this point between management and the union. Maybe they did 
but problems developed. I don't know.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9xUQWo4vN0

Typewriter, mechanical marvel. I've had a number of typewriters in my 
life, but the one I wish I had back was an army-surplus all-metal Corona 
electric. It had a solid feel to it and a magical compulsion, like 
Gwilan's Harp made Gwilan play. For some unfathomable reason I loaned it 
to Oliver Elfhost, and man and machine symbiotically used each other to 
write dozens of articles connecting singer Roy Orbison and a famous 
old-time Western pulp novelist whose name escapes me (Zane Grey? Louis 
L'Amour?) and Sir Edward de Vere who, according to Oliver, wrote the 
plays that many still attribute to William Shakespeare. But the 
typewriter left Oliver when it found another person to use, the way it 
left me after we wrote /Who Bombed Bill Bixby/ and /Folding Yourself In 
Half, Son/ and /Two Dozen Million-Dollar Ideas/ for the newspaper 
version of Memo thirty years ago.
https://theawesomer.com/how-a-mechanical-typewriter-works/704847/

And here's a little girl's secret of focus and precision: She's not 
screaming to energize herself and punctuate the fight dance, she's 
screaming /for/ each attacker she imagines she's stabbing. I think that 
in her mind they're the ones screaming. Their blood agony drives her 
performance. Result: in a real fight, she will not hesitate; she'll do 
what needs to be done. A few short years after this, in high school, 
piss her off at your peril, awkwardly rapey teenage boy or smarmy Dean 
of Girls. Because that sword will be hidden strapped to her 
ramrod-straight back with the hilt peeking up from her collar, ready to 
hand and always on her mind. When the amulet her strange grandmother 
bequeathed her reveals that she's the reincarnation of the assassin who 
put down the Demon Azathoth in the Before Age and her timeless mission 
on Earth resumes, even that won't surprise her.
https://twitter.com/Figensport/status/1652066407885180930

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