[Kzyxtalk] Nagasaki day, August 9, 1945.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Nagasaki day, August 9, 1945.

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday 2024-08-09) 8-hour Memo of 
the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and 
KNYO.org (and, for the first hour, also 89.3fm KAKX Mendocino):
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0604

Coming shows can feature your story or dream or poem or essay or kvetch 
or whatever. Just email it to me. Or include it in a reply to this post. 
Or send me a link to your writing project and I'll take it from there 
and read it on the air. That's what I'm here for.

Besides all that, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a 
fresh batch of dozens of links to worthwhile items I set aside for you 
while gathering the show together, such as:

The Mark on the Wall. The thoughtful young lady is pretty and delicate, 
so I particularly hate it that she’s smoking. I’ve been around awhile, 
and I’ve seen plenty of people like this get brittle, creaky, fragile, 
and /sound/ like they’re sixty or seventy by the time they’re only forty 
or fifty, because of smoking cigarets. I hate it. I mean, I like this 
story a lot, but don’t start smoking. Some people have no trouble 
stopping, but most people who manage to quit never stop wanting a 
cigaret and they just start again. They see someone smoking, or they 
smell smoke, or their fingers are nervous and lighting a cigaret flashes 
across their memory, and their permanently addicted brain goes, “Hey, 
yeah, that would be nice,” and it’s like in the play /The Underpants/ by 
Steve Martin, where the young woman is trying to talk herself out of 
cheating on her dull husband with the rich, exciting Count character who 
has fallen in love with her because the wind blew her skirts up once, 
out in the street, and he caught a glimpse of her behind, and her jaded 
older friend from upstairs, played by Ruby Bell in the 2006 Mendocino 
Theater Company production, says archly, ruefully, deliciously, from 
experience, “It’s too late, dear, you’re already thinking about it.“
https://theawesomer.com/the-mark-on-the-wall-short-film/747209/

A black-eyed tree frog being awoken from his slumber. Those lips, those 
eyes. Lid-to-lid and side-to-side all-black eyes like that have always 
fascinated me. When I was a little boy I dreamed about people like that, 
and sometimes you see people like that in a movie or teevee show, and 
they’re always evil demons but why? I find it attractive. Very soon 
you’ll be able to buy costume light-powered soft hemispheric video 
screens that fit over your eyes and play anything. Fire, say, so it 
looks like your eyes are windows to the fire inside. A teenage boy can 
switch them on and say to a girl who he wants to impress, “My people are 
made of fire.” And she’ll be like /swoon/. (Or she’ll turn /her/ eyes on 
and they’ll play Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons or something. Or teevee 
static. Teevee static eyes!) But simple all-black would work fine. And 
you can just take them out when you’re finished, not like those lunatics 
who inject dye into their own precious eyes and end up blinding 
themselves; that’s even worse than cigarets.
https://boingboing.net/2024/08/05/see-the-freaky-and-cool-way-that-a-black-eyed-tree-frogs-eyes-wake-up-from-a-nap.html

And in the future people like this will be passed directly to the front 
of the line for space fighter pilot training. Or their brains will be 
directly connected to control multiple combat ships, reading and feeling 
all their conditions and changing vectors and acceleration, and to them 
it’ll feel like running and dancing and diving off cliffs into rushing 
water, all at once.
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2024/08/greatness.html

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