[Kzyxtalk] Crazy, man, crazy.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Crazy, man, crazy.

Marco here. Here's the recording of last night's (Friday, 2025-02-21) 
seven-hour-long Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm 
KNYO-LP Fort Bragg (CA) and KNYO.org (and, for the first three hours of 
the show, also 89.3fm KAKX Mendocino) This show features almost all the 
usual local writers and also some big-time science fiction writers, like 
C. Stuart Hardwick, and Gary Shockley. In fact, Gary Shockley mailed me 
a heavy box of his work, and I'll be reading something from that every 
week for years. This time, to kick that off, I read his poignant 
alien-planet war adventure The Coming of the Goonga. It's all here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0632

Coming shows can feature your story or dream or poem or essay or kvetch 
or announcement. Just email it to me. 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:

Crazy, man, crazy. "There ain't no jelly doughnut on the other side of 
that window, only death."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHB4ei5dJJM

Ever wonder what /you/ would have done had you lived in Germany in the 
1930s? You're doing it. "Certain symbols have been blurred to avoid any 
issues."
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2025/02/colourized-1930s-berlin.html

And the way I see it: Somebody threw out some old bearings. One child 
got an idea and it spread. So clever. They don't hurt their little hands 
on the pavement; I'm telling you now so you can enjoy this without 
worrying. There is a crash near the end, when the picture goes black, 
but nobody sounds upset, so. When I was little in both city and rural 
Southern California there were so many children everywhere. We ran in 
unsupervised packs and had whole days like this, especially in summer. 
And we had old broken lawnmowers and skates and caster-carts and other 
things with wheels to take apart and make vehicles to careen down the 
hill on. I ripped my leg open once crashing into a Corvair. Forty 
stitches. I haven't thought about that in quite a while. Let me just 
adjust my pants, here, and see if... Yup, the scar is still visible. 
Shaped like a big number seven or rotated ell, which is appropriate 
because it's my left leg. I kick for power with my right leg, but my 
left leg can kick higher. Where Julie Smalley hit me in the mouth with 
her drink glass only needed two stitches.
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2025/02/cuban-kids-having-fun.html

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