"A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians & satirists." (Says the wikipedia.)
Examples!
Will Rogers: "I belong to no organized party. I am a Democrat."
Winston Churchill: “If you are going through hell, keep going.”
Groucho Marx: "I've had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
Dorothy Parker: "If all the girls at Vassar were laid end to end, I wouldn't be surprised."
Mitch Hedberg: "I haven't slept for ten days. Because that would be too long."
Jimmy Carr: "When someone close to you dies, move seats."
Vance Chamberlain: "She told me the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. She was the worst cardiologist I ever knew."
Bring your own!
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Used To Be? Is!
Yep, the Self Help Radio show that used to have the theme "used to" may no longer exist in the present, as is right & proper, but it does now exist in the past, in archived form, at selfhelpradio.net, where everyone used to go to listen to Self Help Radio shows before they realized that they weren't very good. But no matter! You can get used to the lower quality of the shows because there are so many of them!
A case in point: also in the same place (selfhelpradio.net) you can find the first episode of Huntington's only (as far as can be determined) electronica show, called Dickenbock Electronics. Oh wow! Oh gee! Oh crap, it's only about as good as Self Help Radio. Well, you can't win them all.
But go listen anyway! It's not like you have anything better to do.
A case in point: also in the same place (selfhelpradio.net) you can find the first episode of Huntington's only (as far as can be determined) electronica show, called Dickenbock Electronics. Oh wow! Oh gee! Oh crap, it's only about as good as Self Help Radio. Well, you can't win them all.
But go listen anyway! It's not like you have anything better to do.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
You Used To Enjoy Listening To Self Help Radio...
Maybe one day you will again? If you think you can be rehabilitated - if you think you can get used to listening to Self Help Radio again - please remember, it's now on at 7:30 in the a.m. on 88.1 fm, WMUL, in lovely & chilly Huntington, West Virginia. Since WMUL doesn't stream its music programming live, you can listen to a recording of the show probably later in the day over in the usual place, selfhelpradio.net.
If you're an early riser, you may also want to listen to the premiere of Dickenbock Electronics, which will begin its biweekly rotation at 6am on 88.1 fm. It'll share the space with Sugar Substitute, which will air on alternate weeks. Six o'clock in the morning is just as good as time for bleeps & bloops as it is for pop pop pop. You know it.
Self Help Radio tomorrow explores that odd linguistic phrase "used to," in both its main senses: talking about things you used to do, & getting used to things. So if you used to enjoy listening to Self Help Radio, now is the time to get used to listening to it again. Please do!
If you're an early riser, you may also want to listen to the premiere of Dickenbock Electronics, which will begin its biweekly rotation at 6am on 88.1 fm. It'll share the space with Sugar Substitute, which will air on alternate weeks. Six o'clock in the morning is just as good as time for bleeps & bloops as it is for pop pop pop. You know it.
Self Help Radio tomorrow explores that odd linguistic phrase "used to," in both its main senses: talking about things you used to do, & getting used to things. So if you used to enjoy listening to Self Help Radio, now is the time to get used to listening to it again. Please do!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Whither Used To?
Ah, the fertile fluff of sentiment! How it wows us on! Was it perhaps Norman Vincent Perp or was it Vincent Van Gorp who once stuttered, "The past, she or he ain't what we used to think it ought to be!"? At odds, as always, with current thinking in nostalgia, brave souls suffering from a lack of maudlin tendencies challenge their mawkish peers with cold, rational eyeglasses shined on the blurry charts of history. Yet are they doomed to fail? Or shall they instill rigorous & removed standards on the industries that make the most of human rue, regret & recrimination? Irony of ironies! Only time will tell.
Confined as they are to dismissing the human desire to ponder & misconstrue, these scholars perhaps downplay the point of remembrance: a double chance at redemption: first, in the possible misremembering - especially if no one from "those days" is around to gainsay one; & second, in vows & promises, to oneself & others, to have "learned" from the events now embarrassingly etched into one's psyche. Opinion polls strongly suggest the former to be the most successful, as it requires the least amount of work.
Who, then, shall step up to employ & therefore subvert these techniques? Perhaps the mission might begin with the abandonment of the competition paradigm - surely how one views what once was in attempts to recast it as what could never have been is not an either/or proposition. Dr. Lenny Caldicott of the imaginary Flutter Institute has begun such a project, identifying nearly fourteen ways a human can wrangle with wistfulness. But even he admits his meager & tentative forays into this new scholarly wilderness are barely the beginning - "I'm not terribly inventive," he confides. "Also, I'm a little dumb." He urges graduate students & coffee shop baristas to enter the field en masse, to transform it utterly in the same way a previous generations invented such things as "the humanities" & "American studies." "It can't go on the way it used to," he says, "& even that sentence deserves at the very least a write-up in the 'news' box of your average academic journal."
Whatever the future, it shall one day be the past, & how it shall be perceived is being grumbled over by a small but sturdy group of new thinkers. One day, then, we can look back & interpret how they chose to look back & interpret, & even then perhaps we can argue about their perceptions, & therefore shall none in this promising field ever be without work, then or now or in the futures that shall be.
Confined as they are to dismissing the human desire to ponder & misconstrue, these scholars perhaps downplay the point of remembrance: a double chance at redemption: first, in the possible misremembering - especially if no one from "those days" is around to gainsay one; & second, in vows & promises, to oneself & others, to have "learned" from the events now embarrassingly etched into one's psyche. Opinion polls strongly suggest the former to be the most successful, as it requires the least amount of work.
Who, then, shall step up to employ & therefore subvert these techniques? Perhaps the mission might begin with the abandonment of the competition paradigm - surely how one views what once was in attempts to recast it as what could never have been is not an either/or proposition. Dr. Lenny Caldicott of the imaginary Flutter Institute has begun such a project, identifying nearly fourteen ways a human can wrangle with wistfulness. But even he admits his meager & tentative forays into this new scholarly wilderness are barely the beginning - "I'm not terribly inventive," he confides. "Also, I'm a little dumb." He urges graduate students & coffee shop baristas to enter the field en masse, to transform it utterly in the same way a previous generations invented such things as "the humanities" & "American studies." "It can't go on the way it used to," he says, "& even that sentence deserves at the very least a write-up in the 'news' box of your average academic journal."
Whatever the future, it shall one day be the past, & how it shall be perceived is being grumbled over by a small but sturdy group of new thinkers. One day, then, we can look back & interpret how they chose to look back & interpret, & even then perhaps we can argue about their perceptions, & therefore shall none in this promising field ever be without work, then or now or in the futures that shall be.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Preface To Used To: I Used To Celebrate Every 100th Post I Created, But Now, Not So Much
It's true. This is the 700th blog entry for the Self Help Radio blog. & here are some factoids about Self Help Radio which you can use at no cost to you the next time you play Obscurity Jeopardy:
Self Help Radio began officially Wednesday, October 9, 2002 at 2pm CST. It lasted sixty minutes. (There had been two or three shows on a different time before the name had gelled, but as soon as it seemed like Wednesday would be the day, the website was built & the clock started.)
The first theme was "The War Show," & the idea was to call all the shows "the [theme] show," but that was abandoned relatively quickly. The show that was scheduled to be on before Self Help Radio was called "The Pilot Show," which was a training hour for new volunteers at the radio station, & that day I subbed it, since no one was scheduled, & that theme was "Hello!" However, no one around here counts that as the first Self Help Radio. Nope.
The show that followed at the time was nice punk rock show which showcased showily bands both local & touring that were in Austin that week. It was called "Live Bait."
I wish I knew what the first archived show was - I recorded the show from the get-go & possess recordings of virtually every Self Help Radio (there are a few gaps, which historians many moons from now will bewail) but I didn't think of making them available on a website till either 2004 or 2005.
& finally, I created this blog almost four years after Self Help Radio began, on September 12, 2006. I generally wrote in it five days a week, although I forgot sometimes, & most often I discussed the themes of the upcoming shows around three days before the show, one post a "preface," the other a "whither [theme]?" It's amazing that I did that from the get-go, although the "whither [theme]?" posts predated the "preface" post by one post. At this point, as well, Self Help Radio was on Friday afternoons.
The 100th post happened on March 7, 2007.
The 200th post happened on August 13, 2007. (158 days later.)
The 300th post happened on January 9, 2008. (149 days after the 200th post.)
The 400th post happened on May 26, 2008. (138 days after the 300th post.) (Also, at this point, Self Help Radio had become a show without a radio station.)
The 500th post happened on October 14, 2008. (141 days after the 400th post.)
The 600th post happened on March 25, 2009. (162 days after the 500th post.)
& now, 186 days since the 600th post, we're at 700. Due to my month off this year, it's slowed down a little - or a lot. But now that SHR is thriving on WMUL I think things will perk up.
In any event, I used to celebrate these things in some way, shape or form. You know, by doing something notable, or noting something I did. I don't do that anymore. & the past laughs in mockery!
Self Help Radio began officially Wednesday, October 9, 2002 at 2pm CST. It lasted sixty minutes. (There had been two or three shows on a different time before the name had gelled, but as soon as it seemed like Wednesday would be the day, the website was built & the clock started.)
The first theme was "The War Show," & the idea was to call all the shows "the [theme] show," but that was abandoned relatively quickly. The show that was scheduled to be on before Self Help Radio was called "The Pilot Show," which was a training hour for new volunteers at the radio station, & that day I subbed it, since no one was scheduled, & that theme was "Hello!" However, no one around here counts that as the first Self Help Radio. Nope.
The show that followed at the time was nice punk rock show which showcased showily bands both local & touring that were in Austin that week. It was called "Live Bait."
I wish I knew what the first archived show was - I recorded the show from the get-go & possess recordings of virtually every Self Help Radio (there are a few gaps, which historians many moons from now will bewail) but I didn't think of making them available on a website till either 2004 or 2005.
& finally, I created this blog almost four years after Self Help Radio began, on September 12, 2006. I generally wrote in it five days a week, although I forgot sometimes, & most often I discussed the themes of the upcoming shows around three days before the show, one post a "preface," the other a "whither [theme]?" It's amazing that I did that from the get-go, although the "whither [theme]?" posts predated the "preface" post by one post. At this point, as well, Self Help Radio was on Friday afternoons.
The 100th post happened on March 7, 2007.
The 200th post happened on August 13, 2007. (158 days later.)
The 300th post happened on January 9, 2008. (149 days after the 200th post.)
The 400th post happened on May 26, 2008. (138 days after the 300th post.) (Also, at this point, Self Help Radio had become a show without a radio station.)
The 500th post happened on October 14, 2008. (141 days after the 400th post.)
The 600th post happened on March 25, 2009. (162 days after the 500th post.)
& now, 186 days since the 600th post, we're at 700. Due to my month off this year, it's slowed down a little - or a lot. But now that SHR is thriving on WMUL I think things will perk up.
In any event, I used to celebrate these things in some way, shape or form. You know, by doing something notable, or noting something I did. I don't do that anymore. & the past laughs in mockery!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Provender
The word of the day is "provender." It's pronounced prov-en-der, with the o in "prov" being short, like saying "prof" (for "professor") with a v instead of an f. The "ender" is two syllables & is pronounced like it rhymes with bender or sender. Provender. Use it at least once today, incorrectly. Might I suggest this sentence? "She's a real provender, man."
It means both the food you give to your livestock or domestic animals, & any supply of food. I seem to remember learning the word while reading "All Quiet On The Western Front," but it could also have been Stephen Crane. Or one of those "Little House On The Prairie" books. There was no real need in my life to use the word, so of course I used it incorrectly. Just to fuck with people. Like you should.
It's an old word, as it should be - those of us who use English are descended from people who kept stores for their livestock. It comes from the French word provende, where we also get "provisions," & that word comes from the Latin praebenda, which meant one's daily allowance of provisions. Its meaning hasn't changed much. It hasn't really had to. It's not really all that exciting a word.
Which makes it a little disappointing, as the Self Help Radio blog only has a "word of the day" on days that begin or end on September 26, 2009. It's in the contract. Might I suggest other "word of the day" sites on the internet? No? All right then.
It means both the food you give to your livestock or domestic animals, & any supply of food. I seem to remember learning the word while reading "All Quiet On The Western Front," but it could also have been Stephen Crane. Or one of those "Little House On The Prairie" books. There was no real need in my life to use the word, so of course I used it incorrectly. Just to fuck with people. Like you should.
It's an old word, as it should be - those of us who use English are descended from people who kept stores for their livestock. It comes from the French word provende, where we also get "provisions," & that word comes from the Latin praebenda, which meant one's daily allowance of provisions. Its meaning hasn't changed much. It hasn't really had to. It's not really all that exciting a word.
Which makes it a little disappointing, as the Self Help Radio blog only has a "word of the day" on days that begin or end on September 26, 2009. It's in the contract. Might I suggest other "word of the day" sites on the internet? No? All right then.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Introducing... Dickenbock Electronics!
You all know Richard "Dick" Dickenbock, the entrepreneur, the raconteur, the saboteur, the voyeur, the wit, the witless, the eyewitness. It's no secret his many dollars & little sense are the financial backbone of the Self Help Radio media empire. But what many people don't know about him is that, besides being almost certainly fictional, he's a priest. Also, he absolutely adores electronic music. (Electronic religious music, though, not so much.)
That's why the same people who bring you both Self Help Radio & the pop show Sugar Substitute are proud to announce (mainly to Dick Dickenbock) the creation of a third radio show called Dickenbock Electronics, named in honor of (or in spite of) Mr. Dickenbock himself. The show will alternate with Sugar Substitute (since no one wants to give more radio time to yours truly) (& Mr Dickenbock is only supportive enough to buy the name of the show) on Wednesdays at 6am. The first show will be this coming Wednesday, September 30, & then the week after that is Sugar Substitute on Wednesday, October 7, & then the next week - well, you get the idea. It's basically the definition of alternating. Didn't mean to be condescending or anything.
You can certainly contact us in the usual manner (writing here or here, for example, or writing something on a stone & throwing it through the office window) if you have suggestions, requests, threats, subpoenas, recovered memories, etc., although every idea (sigh) will need to be pre-approved by Mr. Dickenbock. I'm sure you understand. The dude has serious cash. & not-so-serious cash, which he calls "funny money."
Aren't you excited? This Wednesday, the premiere of Dickenbock Electronics!
That's why the same people who bring you both Self Help Radio & the pop show Sugar Substitute are proud to announce (mainly to Dick Dickenbock) the creation of a third radio show called Dickenbock Electronics, named in honor of (or in spite of) Mr. Dickenbock himself. The show will alternate with Sugar Substitute (since no one wants to give more radio time to yours truly) (& Mr Dickenbock is only supportive enough to buy the name of the show) on Wednesdays at 6am. The first show will be this coming Wednesday, September 30, & then the week after that is Sugar Substitute on Wednesday, October 7, & then the next week - well, you get the idea. It's basically the definition of alternating. Didn't mean to be condescending or anything.
You can certainly contact us in the usual manner (writing here or here, for example, or writing something on a stone & throwing it through the office window) if you have suggestions, requests, threats, subpoenas, recovered memories, etc., although every idea (sigh) will need to be pre-approved by Mr. Dickenbock. I'm sure you understand. The dude has serious cash. & not-so-serious cash, which he calls "funny money."
Aren't you excited? This Wednesday, the premiere of Dickenbock Electronics!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
This Show, Like The Last Show
Wednesdays, which is now when Self Help Radio airs, will probably be a little rough for me. Not because of any work-week cliche like it's "hump-day," nor because of co-workers who feel perfectly all right humping me whatever day it is, nor because of anything at all related to employment - no, I don't have a job, therefore I can go right home after my three hours on the radio & snooze.
Or can I? Ask my dogs! I stayed up late Tuesday because I am an anxious sort, & returned after my show around half past nine & fed the menagerie, then retired to my boudoir, where I clutched a lumpy pillow to my head & dozed to dream about whatever sorts of awards they give people with amazing radio shows, & the ceremonies those awards would compel me to attend.
But this is a house with three dogs & a probably equal number of cats. They are cute fellows but they are selfish & mean. I was asleep not two hours - barely time to get interviewed on the red carpet by some entertainment news show! - when they were asking to go out, asking to be loved, asking to borrow the car keys to go get some lunch - you know, the shit pets do.
After explaining that they didn't know how to drive, & giving them a little loving, as they are cute as hell, I got up & put the selfsame shows I did that morning on the interweb. (I did a Sugar Substitute along with a Self Help Radio.) I then zombied my way through the rest of the day, retiring at the unheard-of time of 10pm (!) even before I watched the Daily Show. I should've said something yesterday, but it would've looked & read a lot like remarks in drool. & maybe this will be how my Wednesdays are from now on.
The shows are at selfhelpradio.net of course. Remember, if you're named Emily, the Self Help Radio show might be very interesting for you.
Or can I? Ask my dogs! I stayed up late Tuesday because I am an anxious sort, & returned after my show around half past nine & fed the menagerie, then retired to my boudoir, where I clutched a lumpy pillow to my head & dozed to dream about whatever sorts of awards they give people with amazing radio shows, & the ceremonies those awards would compel me to attend.
But this is a house with three dogs & a probably equal number of cats. They are cute fellows but they are selfish & mean. I was asleep not two hours - barely time to get interviewed on the red carpet by some entertainment news show! - when they were asking to go out, asking to be loved, asking to borrow the car keys to go get some lunch - you know, the shit pets do.
After explaining that they didn't know how to drive, & giving them a little loving, as they are cute as hell, I got up & put the selfsame shows I did that morning on the interweb. (I did a Sugar Substitute along with a Self Help Radio.) I then zombied my way through the rest of the day, retiring at the unheard-of time of 10pm (!) even before I watched the Daily Show. I should've said something yesterday, but it would've looked & read a lot like remarks in drool. & maybe this will be how my Wednesdays are from now on.
The shows are at selfhelpradio.net of course. Remember, if you're named Emily, the Self Help Radio show might be very interesting for you.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Whither Emily?
I am currently without an Emily in my life. I have a niece named Emily, & I saw her last week, although I didn't say anything to her & she didn't say anything to me. She's maybe nine or ten? She's my little brother's kid, & he & I aren't close, so there's no reason or expectation that I'd be close with his kids.
I worked with an Emily in Austin, but she didn't even come say goodbye to me when I left - we weren't more than co-workers.
I kissed an Emily once, but we lost touch a long time ago. I think she tried to get in touch with me a few years back, but I waited too long to respond & it fell through the cracks. In any event, neither of us seems to need each other in our respective lives, so most probably at some point we'll connect through Facebook & continue not speaking to each other.
None of these Emilys are the reason for tomorrow's Self Help Radio. It's just fun to make a show with songs about a certain someone, & at some point I noticed a lot of songs about an Emily in a lot of musicians' lives. I am actually grateful I don't have an Emily buzzing around me - if I did, she'd probably think the show was for her specifically. It isn't. It's for every Emily in the world equally.
Are you an Emily? If you are, & you'd like a CD of the songs I'll play on the show, write me & I'll send you one. Like I did for the Bills of the world summer before last. I'm good like that - & it's my way of saying thanks for letting me celebrate your name.
I worked with an Emily in Austin, but she didn't even come say goodbye to me when I left - we weren't more than co-workers.
I kissed an Emily once, but we lost touch a long time ago. I think she tried to get in touch with me a few years back, but I waited too long to respond & it fell through the cracks. In any event, neither of us seems to need each other in our respective lives, so most probably at some point we'll connect through Facebook & continue not speaking to each other.
None of these Emilys are the reason for tomorrow's Self Help Radio. It's just fun to make a show with songs about a certain someone, & at some point I noticed a lot of songs about an Emily in a lot of musicians' lives. I am actually grateful I don't have an Emily buzzing around me - if I did, she'd probably think the show was for her specifically. It isn't. It's for every Emily in the world equally.
Are you an Emily? If you are, & you'd like a CD of the songs I'll play on the show, write me & I'll send you one. Like I did for the Bills of the world summer before last. I'm good like that - & it's my way of saying thanks for letting me celebrate your name.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Preface To Emily's Show: What's All This About Emily Dickinson & "The Yellow Rose Of Texas"?
According to Wikipedia (on this page) the song "The Yellow Rose Of Texas" is "a traditional folk song which has long been popular in the United States & is considered an unofficial state song of Texas. The actual author is unknown; the original publisher (Firth, Pond & Co.) only stated that it was composed & arranged expressly for Charles H. Brown by 'J.K.' [...] The soundtrack to the TV miniseries James A. Michener's Texas dates a version of the song to 1927 & co-credits the authorship thereof to Gene Autry. However, Don George ('I'm Beginning to See the Light') reworked the original version of the song, which Mitch Miller made into a popular recording 1955."
Emily Dickinson was of course the reclusive 19th century New England poet whose morbid sing-song poems are the easiest thing to memorize in high school English class. But did you know that most if not all of her poems (which were mainly written in what is called "common meter" by snobby poets) can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose Of Texas"? I learned that in high school just like you did, & this page has a midi file to compare, while this page explains that this is possible because of oh so common meter. Emily Dickinson & television! The nerve!
If you don't know "The Yellow Rose Of Texas," don't worry - most folks know the melody more than the words, & that includes most Texans. A lot of them would be shocked by the minstrel lyrics, which begin "There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see/No other darkey knows her, no darkey only me."
Something I had never heard of is added on the Wikipedia page: "A twentieth century myth has turned the Yellow Rose into one Emily D. West, a housekeeper in a hotel in New Washington, Texas, during the Texas Revolution." It's of course unlikely, but what a coincidence for this week's show!
Emily Dickinson was of course the reclusive 19th century New England poet whose morbid sing-song poems are the easiest thing to memorize in high school English class. But did you know that most if not all of her poems (which were mainly written in what is called "common meter" by snobby poets) can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose Of Texas"? I learned that in high school just like you did, & this page has a midi file to compare, while this page explains that this is possible because of oh so common meter. Emily Dickinson & television! The nerve!
If you don't know "The Yellow Rose Of Texas," don't worry - most folks know the melody more than the words, & that includes most Texans. A lot of them would be shocked by the minstrel lyrics, which begin "There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see/No other darkey knows her, no darkey only me."
Something I had never heard of is added on the Wikipedia page: "A twentieth century myth has turned the Yellow Rose into one Emily D. West, a housekeeper in a hotel in New Washington, Texas, during the Texas Revolution." It's of course unlikely, but what a coincidence for this week's show!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
When Is A Vacation Not A Vacation?
I can't tell you, but I can show you. Just look back over the last five or six days of my life...
I am back in Huntington, not terribly rested & smelling like airport disinfectant. It turns out - did I tell you this already? - I will be premiering Self Help Radio (& its current sister-show Sugar Substitute) as three hours of morning offerings starting this Wednesday at 6am on 88.1 WMUL. Of course, you have to be in the tri-state area to hear the shows live, but I will post them to selfhelpradio.net as soon as I catch up on the sleep I miss getting up at 6am (!) to do a show. For the time being, Sugar Substitute will start off at 6am & Self Help Radio will stumble along ninety minutes later.
I am thinking - maybe you have some input - of doing another show on alternate weeks with Sugar Substitute that plays electronica. What do you think? I don't know what to think. I don't think I know what to think. You think?
Regular blog posting begins again tomorrow. I've missed you. If only you told me where you lived, I could have sent you postcards. Or text messages. Or little hearts with arrows through them on crinkly candy wrappers.
I am back in Huntington, not terribly rested & smelling like airport disinfectant. It turns out - did I tell you this already? - I will be premiering Self Help Radio (& its current sister-show Sugar Substitute) as three hours of morning offerings starting this Wednesday at 6am on 88.1 WMUL. Of course, you have to be in the tri-state area to hear the shows live, but I will post them to selfhelpradio.net as soon as I catch up on the sleep I miss getting up at 6am (!) to do a show. For the time being, Sugar Substitute will start off at 6am & Self Help Radio will stumble along ninety minutes later.
I am thinking - maybe you have some input - of doing another show on alternate weeks with Sugar Substitute that plays electronica. What do you think? I don't know what to think. I don't think I know what to think. You think?
Regular blog posting begins again tomorrow. I've missed you. If only you told me where you lived, I could have sent you postcards. Or text messages. Or little hearts with arrows through them on crinkly candy wrappers.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Some Things To Do Before The Vacation
It's true, I don't know where Self Help Radio will end up on the WMUL schedule in a couple of weeks. But I can't worry about that. I gotta get back to Texas to help my mother celebrate her 80th birthday! & knowing her, I'm going to designated driver all weekend long.
I'll let you know about the show's fate when I do, but until then, surely you can enjoy yesterday's show (theme: "Run!") available now at selfhelpradio.net, as well as the sixth episode of the pop show Sugar Substitute (theme: deliciousness) also available there.
If I see you in Dallas & Austin, I'll see you there. Expect a little radio silence for ten days or so - not from the radio, just from me. I may pop in every once in a while to say hey - & to tell you where Self Help Radio lands on the 88.1 schedule.
Now go, listen to those shows. I have to pack.
I'll let you know about the show's fate when I do, but until then, surely you can enjoy yesterday's show (theme: "Run!") available now at selfhelpradio.net, as well as the sixth episode of the pop show Sugar Substitute (theme: deliciousness) also available there.
If I see you in Dallas & Austin, I'll see you there. Expect a little radio silence for ten days or so - not from the radio, just from me. I may pop in every once in a while to say hey - & to tell you where Self Help Radio lands on the 88.1 schedule.
Now go, listen to those shows. I have to pack.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
On Your Markers...
Hey! Yeah, you! Do you live in Huntington, West Virginia? Do you or anyone you know have access to a radio? Do you know how to turn it on? To adjust the volume to a level at which your ears are comfortable? Do you know how to tune it to a particular frequency? Yeah? Hey! Can you tell time? It doesn't matter if it's digital or uses an hour hand & a minute hand - any type of clock will do. You can? Swell! When it's three o'clock (big hand pointing to the top of the clock, little hand at a right angle pointing to the right) (or 3:00 on a digital clock) (if it's military time, it'll be 1500 hours), you can tune your radio to 88.1 fm. That's WMUL Huntington. You can listen to today's episode of Self Help Radio. That's right! The theme is "run!" Wait - I didn't mean for you to... Nertz.
Okay, you - do you live in Huntington, West Virginia? No? Do you have a computer? Is it connected to the internet? Yes? Do you know how to use a web browser? Yes? Super! Some time tomorrow - you can check back here if you like - you can listen to today's show at selfhelpradio.net! Isn't that great? It'll be the same theme because it's the same show. Just recorded. It's like science fiction of the nineteen-thirties only it's eighty years later & it's real!
This'll be the last Self Help Radio for a couple of weeks, so do tune in if you can, or listen online when you can. It not only makes you a better citizen, it entertains you in a grand old style. It's true!
Okay, you - do you live in Huntington, West Virginia? No? Do you have a computer? Is it connected to the internet? Yes? Do you know how to use a web browser? Yes? Super! Some time tomorrow - you can check back here if you like - you can listen to today's show at selfhelpradio.net! Isn't that great? It'll be the same theme because it's the same show. Just recorded. It's like science fiction of the nineteen-thirties only it's eighty years later & it's real!
This'll be the last Self Help Radio for a couple of weeks, so do tune in if you can, or listen online when you can. It not only makes you a better citizen, it entertains you in a grand old style. It's true!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Whither Run!?
in the auld database, where there are data saved, information about a musical collection gathered over many years, consisting of many media, vinyl, digital, compressed & uncompressed, scattered & strewn, the clever music maven begins to note similarities of title & theme, tiered & alphabetized handily, not coincidental, but in convenient blocks, lines of repeated words which signify not cover songs but originals.
"Run" is a song title. There are dozens!
"Run Run" is another song title. Only a few of these. Why?
"Run Run Run" is yet another song title. Many more of these.
Something like a spark ignites the tinder-quality gray matter in the deejay's song-soaked head. "A show!" thinks he, "A show with songs only titled "Run!" & "Run Run!" & "Run, Run Run!"
The gauntlet is thrown. The disparate, yet homogeneously named, tracks are gathered, listened to, arranged.
Another Self Help Radio is thus born!
"Run" is a song title. There are dozens!
"Run Run" is another song title. Only a few of these. Why?
"Run Run Run" is yet another song title. Many more of these.
Something like a spark ignites the tinder-quality gray matter in the deejay's song-soaked head. "A show!" thinks he, "A show with songs only titled "Run!" & "Run Run!" & "Run, Run Run!"
The gauntlet is thrown. The disparate, yet homogeneously named, tracks are gathered, listened to, arranged.
Another Self Help Radio is thus born!
Monday, September 07, 2009
Preface To Run!: A Wide History Of Flat Feet
I never knew I had flat feet until the girlfriend/wife (sometime either before or after the marriage, but I don't remember when, so I err on the side of calling her both although she cannot for whatever reason be both) pointed it out to me on some occasion with some surprise. I suppose she had never really looked at my feet before. She seemed startled. I was a little embarrassed.
She's an anatomist, so I take her observation as fact.
I hoped I had flat feet when I was a lad because I had heard that flat feet disqualifies you for military service. I didn't want to serve the military. I wouldn't have liked the killing or, on another level, the showering with other men. I wondered how one could fake flat feet, but decided instead on being a conscientious objector, although later research showed that you really, really had to prove you hated war. No spending the entire conflict with the Quakers for me!
However, since 20 to 30 percent of the population have flat feet, it would be moronic for the military to refuse those afflicted with this condition. They've even done studies about it, probably more to assuage old officers who believe in old officers' wives' tales, than to find proof of disqualification. However, it must be said, I have more or less well flat feet, while some folks with flat feet are in a lot of pain. Damn you fallen arches! How can you be so cruel?
Yet I run. I run free! My flat feet, my flat right foot, my flat left foot, & me.
She's an anatomist, so I take her observation as fact.
I hoped I had flat feet when I was a lad because I had heard that flat feet disqualifies you for military service. I didn't want to serve the military. I wouldn't have liked the killing or, on another level, the showering with other men. I wondered how one could fake flat feet, but decided instead on being a conscientious objector, although later research showed that you really, really had to prove you hated war. No spending the entire conflict with the Quakers for me!
However, since 20 to 30 percent of the population have flat feet, it would be moronic for the military to refuse those afflicted with this condition. They've even done studies about it, probably more to assuage old officers who believe in old officers' wives' tales, than to find proof of disqualification. However, it must be said, I have more or less well flat feet, while some folks with flat feet are in a lot of pain. Damn you fallen arches! How can you be so cruel?
Yet I run. I run free! My flat feet, my flat right foot, my flat left foot, & me.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Lyrics To Songs That May Or May Not Exist
I grew up in a medium-sized suburb called Garland, Texas. Here is the city's homepage. I knew that people paid a lot of attention to football, but myself lost interest as I grew older. I went to only a couple of games for my middle school team, since I was on the yearbook staff & had to take pictures. I never went to any of my high school's games. Actually, I might have gone to one. Yeah, I went to one. In my senior year. I remember everyone I knew being surprised to see me there. & it was chilly. & afterwards, I deejayed for the first time at the after-game dance, & I did an astonishingly bad job. The shape of things to come!
College football is another thing entirely, of course, & I never went to a single game at the University of Texas, when I was a student or later as staff. (Here is Austin's web site.) In fact, the games were very inconvenient for me since I used to spend Saturdays at KVRX, & of course campus was clogged when there were games. One time, I was walking to the station, which was away from the game, & some already drunk dudes passed me & said, "Hey, you're going to wrong way!" I said, somewhat snottily, "No, I think I'm going exactly the right way." I didn't smile or turn around or anything, but one of them said, "He's lookin' to get his ass kicked!" But I didn't get my ass kicked.
But even though Austin slowed down during UT football games, & it was generally quieter at supermarkets & the like during such times, the city never shut down the way Huntington was this afternoon. Granted, Huntington (whose web page is right here) is about a tenth the size of Austin, & less than a quarter the size of Garland, but wow! The city was quiet as if there had been an invasion this afternoon because of the football game. What football game? Er. I didn't ask. Let me check.
Ah! It was the season opener, & Marshall University beat Southern Illinois 31-28. I beat there's a lot of happy folks tonight. Good for them! I think I'm going to watch Green Acres instead. Speaking of, have I ever shown you my Green Acres fan fiction? I really should.
College football is another thing entirely, of course, & I never went to a single game at the University of Texas, when I was a student or later as staff. (Here is Austin's web site.) In fact, the games were very inconvenient for me since I used to spend Saturdays at KVRX, & of course campus was clogged when there were games. One time, I was walking to the station, which was away from the game, & some already drunk dudes passed me & said, "Hey, you're going to wrong way!" I said, somewhat snottily, "No, I think I'm going exactly the right way." I didn't smile or turn around or anything, but one of them said, "He's lookin' to get his ass kicked!" But I didn't get my ass kicked.
But even though Austin slowed down during UT football games, & it was generally quieter at supermarkets & the like during such times, the city never shut down the way Huntington was this afternoon. Granted, Huntington (whose web page is right here) is about a tenth the size of Austin, & less than a quarter the size of Garland, but wow! The city was quiet as if there had been an invasion this afternoon because of the football game. What football game? Er. I didn't ask. Let me check.
Ah! It was the season opener, & Marshall University beat Southern Illinois 31-28. I beat there's a lot of happy folks tonight. Good for them! I think I'm going to watch Green Acres instead. Speaking of, have I ever shown you my Green Acres fan fiction? I really should.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Manna Mania
From the Wikipedia:
As a natural food substance, manna would produce waste products; but in classical rabbinical literature, as a supernatural substance, it was held that manna produced no waste, resulting in no defecation among the Israelites until several decades later, when the manna had ceased to fall. Modern medical science suggests the lack of defecation over such a long period of time would cause severe bowel problems, especially when other food later began to be consumed again. Classical rabbinical writers say that the Israelites complained about the lack of defecation, and were concerned about potential bowel problems.
They used every part of the manna, no shit.
That's manna mania!
As a natural food substance, manna would produce waste products; but in classical rabbinical literature, as a supernatural substance, it was held that manna produced no waste, resulting in no defecation among the Israelites until several decades later, when the manna had ceased to fall. Modern medical science suggests the lack of defecation over such a long period of time would cause severe bowel problems, especially when other food later began to be consumed again. Classical rabbinical writers say that the Israelites complained about the lack of defecation, and were concerned about potential bowel problems.
They used every part of the manna, no shit.
That's manna mania!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
The Other End Of The Loop
Huzzah & hurrah! Yesterday's Self Help Radio show is up for those of you foolish enough to have missed its initial airing at selfhelpradio.net! Alert the authorities! Countermand the captain's orders! Belay that! Belie that! Bellow from the rooftips! Cut the blond from your hairtips! Cut the bland with your fingertips! & by all means tip your caddy!
Also huzzah & as well hurrah! In the same place, with a slightly more poppy feel, is the fifth non-fattening episode of Sugar Substitute. Loaded with confection, you can play it in public & it'll slightly increase your intrinsic self-worth. Psychologist-apprised & well worth its own sweet time!
Please be a dear & go listen to them. Daddy needs to have a nap now.
Also huzzah & as well hurrah! In the same place, with a slightly more poppy feel, is the fifth non-fattening episode of Sugar Substitute. Loaded with confection, you can play it in public & it'll slightly increase your intrinsic self-worth. Psychologist-apprised & well worth its own sweet time!
Please be a dear & go listen to them. Daddy needs to have a nap now.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Game Duh
I'm on the air in about an hour on 88.1 fm WMUL Huntington. If you're not able to listen to it, I'll be archiving the show tomorrow at selfhelpradio.net. I have to go clean my shoes & shine my spats - must look spiffy for the radio crowd! Hope to hear that your heard!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Stay Of Elocution
Yeah, it turns out that there was scheduling issue today at WMUL, so I didn't get to do Self Help Radio. It'll air tomorrow on 88.1 at 3pm, & maybe again next Wednesday at that time. The new schedule will begin the week after next, so my timeslot (if I get one I hope I get one!) should be stable for a while after that. Tune in!
I probably didn't coin the pun "stay of elocution," but I did use it in a poem I wrote a million years ago. It was called "Stripper Girlfriend" & went like this:
what is light after all but the end of the denial & the rest
of the afternoon spent secretly dreaming of management games
& chests pressed sternly against sidewalk & self or did they
in half of one six dozen of the other somehow tell everybody
that subdued sadness or repressed depression manages to lift
out of sex & affection when least is likely & knowing naught
is not the right response but what i mean or what i'm trying
to say whether love or whether apple core clues or whether a
stay of elocution pumps honesty or not like i care to get at
the meat of the matter or the jism of the gist or the broken
heart of the moment need sweaty bloody teary-eyed courageous
& all i ever manage is hold on hold back hold it right there
ha eyelids make smashing sounds & perspective is a curse but
end of the tunnel faster than the thankfully schoolyard bang
bang or did i mention marriage because the shadow cross play
& play house too closely for me to pharmacy & farm community
in isolation is another dreamy dream like losing nothingness
your best friend the only one who understands you sacrifices
inlove for breakfast eugene v debs for places to go peephole
to see the never never ain't forever what with bookends here
& over here so excuse me tough time opening this jar of meat
loaf should be pandora's box it's surely not happening is it
I probably didn't coin the pun "stay of elocution," but I did use it in a poem I wrote a million years ago. It was called "Stripper Girlfriend" & went like this:
what is light after all but the end of the denial & the rest
of the afternoon spent secretly dreaming of management games
& chests pressed sternly against sidewalk & self or did they
in half of one six dozen of the other somehow tell everybody
that subdued sadness or repressed depression manages to lift
out of sex & affection when least is likely & knowing naught
is not the right response but what i mean or what i'm trying
to say whether love or whether apple core clues or whether a
stay of elocution pumps honesty or not like i care to get at
the meat of the matter or the jism of the gist or the broken
heart of the moment need sweaty bloody teary-eyed courageous
& all i ever manage is hold on hold back hold it right there
ha eyelids make smashing sounds & perspective is a curse but
end of the tunnel faster than the thankfully schoolyard bang
bang or did i mention marriage because the shadow cross play
& play house too closely for me to pharmacy & farm community
in isolation is another dreamy dream like losing nothingness
your best friend the only one who understands you sacrifices
inlove for breakfast eugene v debs for places to go peephole
to see the never never ain't forever what with bookends here
& over here so excuse me tough time opening this jar of meat
loaf should be pandora's box it's surely not happening is it