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The Organ Station

By: ste!!a
31-12-2010
unpredictable thoughts

Strangest thing on the ride home last night.
We’re scan­ning the chan­nels on the radio for some­thing to lis­ten to. Love the NY met­ro­pol­i­tan area; the dial is full. You don’t have to wait a sec to get another sta­tion. We come upon some organ music, I’m talk­ing big pipe-like organ. Craig gives it the thumbs up. We’re like — OK.

One tune is over and another starts. Organ again. This hap­pened for about an hour with no voice inter­rup­tion. We’re think­ing this is pretty crazy; It’s the pipe organ sta­tion! We heard a voice come on and recap the com­poser and per­former and then lost them as we were out of range.

Strange.

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birthday month: day two MAYDAY

By: ste!!a
02-05-2010
birthday month

Day two is a Sun­day this year.

I can remem­ber as a kid using the dis­tress call : MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY to get help when our strat­egy games may have gone wrong.

Under­stand­ing MAYDAY

May­day is an emer­gency code word used inter­na­tion­ally as a dis­tress sig­nal in voice pro­ce­dure radio com­mu­ni­ca­tions. It derives from the French venez m’aider, mean­ing “come (and) help me”. It is used to sig­nal a life-threatening emer­gency by many groups, such as police forces, pilots, fire­fight­ers, and trans­porta­tion orga­ni­za­tions. The call is always given three times in a row (“mayday-mayday-mayday”) to pre­vent mis­tak­ing it for some similar-sounding phrase under noisy con­di­tions and to dis­tin­guish an actual may­day call from a mes­sage about a may­day call.
– from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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Poem Today : In Memory of Radio

By: ste!!a
21-10-2009
reading

by Amiri Baraka

Who has ever stopped to think of the divin­ity of Lam­ont Cranston?
(Only jack Ker­ouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you prob­a­bly had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or some­thing equally unattractive.)

What can I say?
It is bet­ter to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your liv­ing rooms?

Am I a sage or some­thing?
Mandrake’s hyp­notic ges­ture of the week?
(Remem­ber, I do not have the heal­ing pow­ers of Oral Roberts…
I can­not, like F. J. Sheen, tell you how to get saved & rich!
I can­not even order you to the gascham­ber satori like Hitler or Goddy Knight)

& love is an evil word.
Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean?
An evol word. & besides
who under­stands it?
I cer­tainly wouldn’t like to go out on that kind of limb.

Sat­ur­day morn­ings we lis­tened to the Red Lantern & his under­sea folk.
At 11, Let’s Pre­tend
& we did
& I, the poet, still do. Thank God!

What was it he used to say (after the trans­for­ma­tion when he was safe
& invis­i­ble & the unbe­liev­ers couldn’t throw stones?) “Heh, heh, heh.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.”

O, yes he does
O, yes he does
An evil word it is,
This Love.

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If twitter were Radio

By: ste!!a
11-03-2009
unpredictable thoughts

Had to share this lit­tle piece I found on the net. I know it’s from some­one I fol­low on twit­ter; just can’t remem­ber who. These are the sounds I hear in my head after the birds tweet.

Enjoy.

Twit­ter­Ra­dio from Mark McK­eague on Vimeo.

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