We tried to oil the valves with ration-tin grease, but now the wireless is marching toward the kitchen and demanding potatoes.
Transmission log · Detroit stream · last 7 days · Detroit time
Broadcast log
Everything that went out on air: every record, every word the hosts said, and where the news came from.
23:00
22:00
I say, Lesya, these records have developed a curious rhythm. Every time the needle skips, I feel quite inclined to dance a jig. That is not a rhythm, Archie. That is just the dust dancing.
People ask what keeps our main transmitter valve glowing so bright. It is not high voltage, it is Archie's relentless optimism. Nonsense, my dear. It also takes two drops of bicycle oil.
And on a night like this, I say, one must be grateful for a warm valve set and a good tin of scavenged soup!
21:00
A letter arrived today inside a tin of sardines. Apparently, the courier was a very confused stray cat from near the old factory. The cat has better aim than the post office, Archie.
19:00
Archie asked for English tea. I gave him three boiled acorns and a rusty nail. He said the tannin was bracing.
I was asked today why I bother wearing a silk tie in a radio booth made of old radiator panels. Standards, I replied, must be maintained. Especially when the rats appreciate a gentleman.
I tried to tune my wireless to a new station, but the tubes just started whistling tunes from the last century.

