[Kzyxtalk] In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday, 2024-11-01) 7-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-0616

Coming shows can feature your story or dream or poem or essay or kvetch 
or announcement 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.

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 Chicken God said I could come back, but if I were to eat chicken 
again I would be permanently banned."
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2024/10/george-peterland.html

OH! I've designed and built a few mixing boards, and I've known and 
handled dozens of them. This here is mixing board porn, or pron, as they 
spell it now. Prepare to adjust your pants. This is the smoky-voiced 
Julie London of mixing boards.
https://boingboing.net/2024/10/31/the-original-beatles-recording-console-is-on-sale-for-3-million.html

When I was little and my mother was taking me around with her on her job 
selling real estate in L.A. (and winning the salesman of the month 
trophy month after month at the office full of men), she had a Polaroid 
camera, the original kind that you pressed flat to put it away. You'd 
take it out of the bag, click the catch, and it accordioned open /POP/ 
on a spring. like George Jetson's car unfolding into existence out of 
his briefcase. She'd take pictures of a house from outside, and in all 
the rooms, each time pulling the picture out; you'd count to sixty, peel 
the layers off and toss them and, for some reason, shake it, maybe to 
dry it faster. The process smelled like beauty parlor chemicals and 
urine. That camera was one facet of an amazing promised future. Regular 
cameras and film were cheaper, but for those you'd have to wait until 
you used up an entire roll of film, drive to a store, drop off the film, 
and come back in three days to a week to pay and see whether you'd cut 
the bride's head off or not, or forgot to wind it and double-exposed 
every other shot. But, and this is about the way people were then, the 
man in the store would only charge you for the pictures you liked, plus 
you could keep the ghosts of cars and pets and whatever. And if your 
shoes wore out in two or three years, you could take them back to the 
shoe store and they'd apologize and give you a new pair for free, 
because they stood behind their goods. And you could take old shoes to 
your choice of four or five shoe repair shops downtown and have them 
resoled and patched and refinished like new for like a dollar-fifty. 
When's the last time you were in a shoe repair shop? Remember what it 
smelled like in there. A shoe repair man could have a nice life, live in 
a house, support his family, even take a vacation in the mountains, and 
take pictures of the lake, and tape the pictures to the cash register.
https://boingboing.net/2024/10/28/enjoy-two-different-looks-at-the-impossibly-instant-polaroid-camera.html

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