Tonight at 6 pm hear a replay of Friday's Aerial View show Everything Sucks & People Are Stupid on thehoundnyc.com. At 7 pm Aerial View becomes available as a podcast here. Aerial View's Facebook page is here.

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The rundown:

• Living in the Upside Down
• Radio, the new TV.
• Hospital Shootings.
• All that and YOUR CALLS at 929-456-2763.

The quote:

"Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires." - John Steinbeck

The Poem:

St. Andrew’s Day, 1935

Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over

the bending poplars, newly bare,

and the dark ribbons of the chimneys

veer downward; flicked by whips of air.

Torn posters flutter; coldly sound

the boom of trams and the rattle of hooves,

and the clerks who hurry to the station

look, shuddering, over the eastern rooves,

thinking, each one, ‘Here comes the winter!

Please God I keep my job this year!’

And bleakly, as the cold strikes through

their entrails like an icy spear,

they think of rent, rates, season tickets,

insurance, coal, the skivvy’s wages,

boots, school-bills, and the next installment

upon the two twin beds from Drage’s.

For if in careless summer days

in groves of Ashtaroth we whored,

repentant now, when winds blow cold,

we kneel before our rightful lord;

the lord of all, the money-god,

who rules us blood and hand and brain,

who gives the roof that stops the wind,

and, giving, takes away again;

who spies with jealous, watchful care,

our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,

who picks our words and cuts our clothes,

and maps the pattern of our days;

who chills our anger, curbs our hope,

and buys our lives and pays with toys,

who claims as tribute broken faith,

accepted insults, muted joys;

who binds with chains the poet’s wit,

the navvy’s strength, the soldier’s pride,

and lays the sleek, estranging shield

between the lover and his bride.

- George Orwell

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Beginning today Job Story transmutes and becomes Aerial View. There will be a transition period while I sort out the switch. But stick with it. It's gonna get good.

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More as things roll out!

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Job Story #28 goes back in time twenty-one years to Thanksgiving 1997. I recorded a trip home for Thanksgiving, with the intention of using the audio on my old WFMU talk show, Aerial View (see below). While I'm sitting around without an actual gig, one "job" I've taken on is digitizing old cassettes and other physical media. Much of the audio is raw recordings done in my car - what I called "Roadkill" - later boiled down for use on air. Revisiting the raw recordings has unearthed treasures I didn't know were there. In this case, it's audio of family members no longer with us. My Aunt Isabel. My mother. One of my sisters. My brother-in-law. My mother's boyfriend (though, in fairness, I only suspect he's dead). They are all here. It may be one of the last Thanksgivings we spent together, everyone but my brother Mario, who was down in Florida and had to be there by phone.

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Until next time, this is Chris T., working hard... and hardly working.

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