[Kzyxtalk] The girl in the cafe.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: The girl in the cafe.

/"Year by year the monkey's mask reveals the monkey." -Basho"/

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday 2024-02-09) 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-0579

Besides all that, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a 
fresh batch of dozens of links to not-necessarily-radio-useful but 
worthwhile items I set aside for you while gathering the show together, 
such as:

The Iron Giant. This was Brad Bird's first movie. Of course he was 
inspired by Gigantor, one of my favorite teevee shows when I was four or 
five, as I recall, but Wikipedia says it came to the U.S. in 1966, when 
I was seven or eight. Gigantor was about a little boy who had a 
fifty-foot-tall robot that could fly carrying him in its hand or on its 
head. What puzzled me as a child about Gigantor was, the boy controlled 
him with a metal shoebox with a single button or lever on it. Whatever 
he needed Gigantor to do –rescue a sabotaged jet, walk three steps and 
turn right, save a car from a precipice– one motion on the control would 
make the robot do whatever complicated operation was desired, like 
magical telepathy. The little boy in The Iron Giant has no control box; 
the robot came from outer space and is clearly a person you can make 
friends with, no mere machine. (Hand animation and early CGI, 86 
minutes. Voices: Vin Diesel, Jennifer Aniston, Harry Connick, Jr. Cloris 
Leachman.)
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2024/02/the-iron-giant.html

Mechas by size.
https://theawesomer.com/mechas-from-a-human-perspective/729667/

And a trick. Mentalists at work are always a bit frantic, which might be 
because of trying to line up current reality with their last 
who-knows-how-many Groundhog Day runs-through in alternate universes of 
that kind of time travel, displacing and discarding their doppels, 
settling on the time where the details finally match the intent and it 
works. It's a lot to hold in your head at once, especially on stage, 
observed, and you're troubled with guilt at, in one interpretation, 
leaving hundreds of alternate versions of yourself behind  in those 
other worlds, humiliated, as well as anticipation of becoming one of 
them, to serve a future-present loop-through of yourself, who 
technically isn't any more the original you than a Star Trek 
matter-transported person is the one the transporter disintegrated for a 
model to construct a copy at the destination down on the planet. Think 
of it this way, moment-to-moment reality is the result of all possible 
realities collapsing into it. They were real, but they're not anymore. 
It's also a little like the Ship of Theseus problem in reverse, in 
Hilbert's Hotel, in a blender.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=le_QfEpA2ag

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