True confession: my first attempt at recounting this episode was such a dull, sausage-making drone that I bored even myself. So I'm trying again, this time with atmosphere, and maybe some mental sausage.
A couple of hours before the program, it rained. A lot. There was flooding in the area! And I think of the poor children and their parents, especially in our old hipster neighborhood, a Halloween wonderland, getting soaked in their heroic effort to keep the candy industry afloat.
I was working in the opposite direction, trying to get to the gym, probably for the first time in several days--my new job was exhausting me mentally and physically, and I had dived deeply into comfort food (and am still diving)--and taking my life into my own hands.
Rain is my least favorite weather to begin with, but particularly in Ithaca--usually if it's raining it's just the right temperature for our car to fog up uncontrollably. I could easily have mowed down some young family on my way to torture myself, and to be honest I probably felt nothing in particular about either part of this equation.
Feels like I just talked about how much I hate fundraising programs, and here I was in the control room again the next day. Like a goddamn salmon I keep returning, with tremendous effort, and I don't even get it.
Since this program was broadcast, 95 days ago now, I've gone on the air 17 times. I am listening to a transmission from 61 days ago. I'm currently editing a sound file from 41 days ago--7 shows ago. What does it amount to, this enormous task? And what will I even do when I am caught up? Anyway, October's finished, unless you count that unfortunate area of space-time where it is always still happening, forever.
Fittingly, I played a bunch of 4AD-adjacent stuff on this evening of "songs about ghosts and songs about dead people." It haunts me, or at least it haunts the person I have been, whom I carry around with me at all times. It is more "me" to stray from the "best available" in favor of the weird, personal, disturbing. And of course we made less money on this night than the last one. Sometimes I know what I'm talking about.
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To Those Who Offend You, Show Mercy: Transmission 381, 2017 November 29
You've Made Me Suspicious of People Who Are Kind: Transmission 380, 2017 November 19
Asterisks in My Eyelids: Transmission 379, 2017 November 15
From Luxury to Landfill: Transmission 378, 2017 November 8
Catharsis Family Values: Transmission 377, 2017 November 1
Join the Queue of Future Has-Beens: Transmission 376, 2017 October 25
Where People Feel No Anguish and Need No Hate: Transmission 375, 2017 October 18
In Fact This Is Very Serious; I Have Nothing To Regret: Transmission 374, 2017 October 11
Question Sessions over Cakes and Coffee: Transmission 373, 2017 October 4
Noodle and Man Are Separated by a Comma: Transmission 372, 2017 September 27
One of the Perks of Being a Radio Personality: Transmission 371, 2017 September 23
Mundane by Day, Inane at Night: Transmission 370, 2017 September 20
Send Flowers, Please: Transmission 369, 2017 September 16
My Skin Is Deeper Than Is Thought: Transmission 368, 2017 September 13
Deep Into the Empire's Ear: Transmission 367, 2017 September 6
For Reasons That Are Not Going To Be Disclosed: Transmission 366, 2017 September 2
Are You Patient and Kind with People: Transmission 365, 2017 August 30
You Think It's Over Now, But We've Only Just Begun: Transmission 364, 2017 August 25
We Smoked in Heaven and We Laughed Off Hell: Transmission 363, 2017 August 23
Everybody Tests the Membrane, But No One Pushes Through: Transmission 362, 2017 August 16
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