[Kzyxtalk] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGggU-Cxhv0

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Night shift in the puzzle factory.

Here's the recording of last night's (Friday 2024-09-13) 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-0609

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 worthwhile items I set aside for you 
while gathering the show together, such as:

Rerun: Requiem for a Dream. I saw it when it came out, and not since 
then, but just now I was thinking about it, burst into tears and said, 
"Oh, the poor little people. Oh, no." Back when I was in high school in 
the early 1970s they’d show us 16mm movies in the gym on rainy days. 
They showed movies of car wrecks with slides of before-and-after 
face-reconstruction surgery of kids our age who thought they were too 
cool to wear their seatbelt, and that worked. But they showed movies of 
people talking about how drugs would ruin your brain and your life, and 
they weren’t very effective. When I saw Requiem For A Dream, I thought, 
This is what they should show kids to scare them from trying drugs, 
because it would fucking work.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Requiem_for_a_Dream

And your skin, a conveyor belt of death. Every hour you shed 200,000,000 
dead skin cells, and good riddance. But under the skin, the grievous 
insult of a tattoo. A man who worked in the hardware store forty years 
ago had crashed his bicycle when he was a boy and somehow asphalt had 
got under the skin of his nose and cheek and stayed there forever. It 
didn’t look too bad, but you had to consciously look him in the eye to 
keep from focusing on the blotches, while you were describing the part 
or tool or product you needed, or handing him your key to duplicate. 
When kids have acne problems I feel so sorry for them. You don’t have to 
just imagine how they feel; they look haunted, the expression in their 
eyes. It’s misery. And there was a graceful, tall, seriously smart, 
pretty woman who used to work in the library forty years ago, and she 
ran a reading program for the school district; she had the crinkled scar 
of severe burns on the side of her face and down her neck. She dressed 
in well-fitted, thin-flowing-cotton dresses like sharp magazine ad women 
in the 1950s, and she looked sad, even when smiling. I always wanted to 
say something about how pretty she was, but, Christ, Marco, she’ll think 
you’re a creep, and you are, so I never did. (via Kottke.org)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGggU-Cxhv0

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