[Kzyxtalk] Étrangers in the nuit.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Étrangers in the nuit.

Marco here. Here's the recording of last night's (9pm PDT, 2025-06-20) 
7-hour-long Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show on 107.7fm KNYO-LP 
Fort Bragg (CA) and also, for the first three hours, on KAKX Mendocino, 
ready for you to re-enjoy in whole or in part:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0649

Coming shows can feature your own 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:

How to skin dive. I used to love his show when I was a little boy. My 
grandmother caught me carrying a knife in my teeth the way Lloyd Bridges 
did in /Sea Hunt/. Spit that out, she said. Never put a knife in your 
mouth. She had other rules about knives: Never hand someone a knife 
blade-first. A butter knife is also a screwdriver, see that? Everything 
can be something else. But use the right knife for the job. When they 
got an /electric reciprocating knife/ I was fascinated by that. My 
grandfather gave me a few little knives that of course I don't have now 
but wish I did. I remember a pen-knife no longer than my thumb, with 
iridescent green-white mother-of-toilet-seat plastic on the sides, the 
tiny fairy-angel of knives. Lloyd Bridges jumped off a boat with his 
hands full of equipment and a foot-long knife in his teeth and that was 
frightening but thrilling. On /The Man From U.N.C.L.E./ spies swam with 
a knife in their teeth so they could use both hands to shoot you with a 
speargun. It could be perfectly safe; you'd just have to be careful to 
turn the knife the right way, sharp side outward, and not hook your lips 
over it. My grandmother didn't want to hear that. Just never, she said. 
And then she said something like, "Come here, you want frozen 
blueberries?" That's how you train anybody or anything.
https://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/hear_how_to_skin_dive

Atabrine, commando of the blood stream. "Take a tablet of Atabrine every 
day. It's the ace in the hole the Japs (sic) forgot." Prevent malaria 
and shorten the war! (I asked ChatGPT what Atabrine tasted like. Here's 
the answer: "Extremely, nauseatingly bitter, worse than quinine. Troops 
were often given coated tablets to make it more palatable, but even so, 
complaints about the taste were common. Some soldiers chewed the tablets 
despite instructions not to, making the experience even worse. The taste 
of the drug was commonly associated with its side effects: yellowing of 
the skin, nausea, vomiting, stomach cramps, diarrhea, 
hallucinations...") But it was effective against malaria, so. You know 
what replaced Atabrine? Chloroquine. Effective against malaria, 
amebiasis of the liver, rheumatoid arthritis, two kinds of lupus, but 
not at all against anything else including covid, in case the name 
perked your ears up.
https://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/atabrine_psas

How Benedict Cumberbatch cries on cue for an acting job, according to 
Tom Holland. I do it by saying the poem on the Statue of Liberty, or the 
line at the end of a story about space exploration that I read when I 
was a little boy: "God! he cries, dying on Mars. God, we made it!" Or 
the story of where Rose and The Doctor are separated forever, stuck in 
separate universes because of her bravery and sacrifice, to save the 
world, in battle with the Daleks in the Torchwood One tower. She shoved 
the lever over to trap all the Daleks and remove them, but she's lost, 
sucked down the transdimensional portal. So after a long lonely time in 
this other world, thinking, missing him, just living, not being whole, 
she's drawn to a bleak flat beach in Norway, and an image of The Doctor 
appears, seemingly standing there facing her. She says, How? He says, It 
takes a tremendous amount of energy. I'm /burning out a star so we can 
talk one last time./ (!!!) Or just about any scene near the end of 
/Never Let Me Go/. Or imagining something bad happening to Juanita that 
I might've been able to prevent if I had only been more present. Or 
watching a real spaceship take off (that's the really up-feeling kind of 
crying). Or thinking about Dolores O'Riordan singing /Zombie/ on stage 
in the 1990s (that's the down-feeling kind; because twenty years after 
that she died alone, drunk and depressed, drowned in the bathtub). Okay. 
Take a breath.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/qw9TzAwyxEc

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