One Year Ago Today

One year ago today I had one of the more memorable days of my whole life, wandering around the Eternal City of Rome. It was the last day of a week long trip to Italy, and there were no planned group activities until dinner that night. So I set out to check out all the sights I'd missed on a couple of previous visits. After being dropped off near the Colosseum, I headed over to look at the Pantheon, passing the Victor Emmanuel Memorial above.

his is one of the narrow side streets I followed heading over to the Pantheon.

And here is the Pantheon itself,, an ancient Roman temple eventually converted to a Catholic church.

Next up was the Trevi Fountain, which was pretty congested (the piazza, not the fountain itself) with fellow tourists.

Here's a shot of the famous Spanish Steps, where I hung out for awhile watching some artists at work.

Later, I caught part of a concert in the Piazza de Popolo.

After a visit to the National Gallery of Modern Art, I wandered around the park surrounding the Villa de Borghese. Here's a look at a carousel in the park.

Here's a boating pond. There were a lot of people enjoying the incredibly nice day; maybe the Mediterranean climate is always like that in November, but it sure was a nice change from Montana at that time of year.

Here's a portion of the old wall surrounding the city, this portion near the Piazza le Brasile. Our group was to meet for supper near here a little later, which gave me time to walk down to the Piazza de Repubblica, a portion of which can be seen below.

That was one very full day-- my feet were killing me at the end, but I'd do it all over again in a second.

Sunday Funnies

Like a lot of kids of my generation, I first encountered Popeye not in the funny pages, but in animated cartoons that were pretty ubiquitous on TV in the sixties. So I was pretty familiar with the cast of characters by the time I discovered their print adventures.

Created by the endlessly imaginative E.C. Segar right after World War I, the strip existed as a platform for the nebbishy adventurer Castor Oyl (brother of Olive) for most of its first decade, under the title Thimble Theater. But it really raised its profile, both comedically and in terms of exotic adventures, with the introduction of the muttering Popeye the Sailor.

A big part of what made Segar's work so engaging was the amazing cast of freaky characters who populated his world (in fact, the most ordinary of them-- Castor-- disappeared more or less for good after Popeye came along). Wimpy, Alice the Goon, the Sea Hag, the Jeep, not to mention Olive Oyl and Bluto, were all kind of weird and creepy though in a mostly benign sort of way.

Popeye was-- strangely given his own characteristic oddities, not least his propensity for violence-- the normal one that provided some degree of grounding in this bizarre world.

Unlike many of his cartoonist contemporaries, Segar was not much of an experimentor with regard to layout or other visual elements in his strip. Instead, the appeal is mainly in the great characterizations and variations on recurring themes, like Popeye's courtship of Olive Oyl or Wimpy's endless pursuit of food, preferably free.

Recently Fantagraphis Press began reprinting Segar's strip, beginning with the introduction of Popeye, so if you'd like to see more of this classic strip, it should be available in bookstores and libraries. After Segar's death, the strip was continued by lesser artists, but the originl stuff is well worth hunting up.

Sunny Sunday Quote

Here's a little pearl from novelist Kurt Vonnegut (who I gather was actually quoting his Uncle Alex):

"I urge you to please notice when you are happy,
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point,
'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

Bonus Video

I wanted to clarify that while "Foul Play" may be my favorite Robert Cray song (see previous post), it is not actually my favorite Robert Cray video. That honor has to go to this clip from National Lampoon's Animal House in which Cray appears as the bass player for Otis Day and the Knights. Granted, Cray isn't exactly the focus of attention here, but what the heck, I'll take any excuse to feature something from Animal House, and this is a great scene:

Cool Song

Speaking of Robert Cray (as I was in the previous post), I think this is my favorite song by him. Maybe you'll like it too (even though for some reason the title is misspelled on the title card):

More Photoshop Experiments

Over the years I've taken a bunch of pictures at concerts. But usually, because I was sitting far away, or at a weird angle, or just lacked the imagination or technique, most of the photos I've taken are pretty mundane. Luckily my new editing software gives me the ability to turn these into something at least (to me) somewhat more interesting. Above is a picture of Robert Cray from about three years ago in which I've turned the original's lack of focus into less of an issue by employing some painterly effects.

Same deal with this long shot of Richie Havens and friends, performing at Artpark on the Niagara Gorge. Reducing the dark colors to black and gray makes this a little less busy and somewhat crisper than in its original state.

This is Amy Rigby last summer in Rochester. I brought the colors out to heighten the contrast with the artist in black and added a few layers of other effects to create the washed out look. These may not be great art-- but believe me, they're more interesting to look at than what I started out with (and I say that as the person who took the photos in the first place).

Saturday Morning Cartoon

I know there's a lot of competition, but this may be the most brilliant six and a half minutes in the history of animation. Sheer perfection from beginning to end from the geniuses Michael Maltese and Chuck Jones:

Something to Think About

Henry David Thoreau was a well-known communer with nature. Perhaps this passage takes his commitment to an extreme, but who's to say he's wrong?

"I think I cannot preserve my health and spirits
unless I spend four hours a day at least-- and it
is commonly more than that-- sauntering through
the woods and over hills and fields, absolutely free
from all worldly engagements. You may safely say,
A penny for your thoughts, or a thousand pounds.
When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics
and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the
forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with
crossed legs, so many of them-- as if the legs were
made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon--
I think that they deserve some credit for not
having committed suicide long ago."

Video of the Day

Me, I love a good history lesson, but then it's sort of my business. This one, though, I think pretty much anybody will enjoy, courtesy of Ricky Jay:

Friday Family Blogging Quiz

Here's a nice photo of Liz, Richard and Marenka from a few years ago. Now normally, you might expect me to ask where it was taken, but I'm pretty sure Lizzie would jump right in and hit that one out of the park, so no. What I'd like to know is who, as I was snapping this picture, was standing on the other side of Richard shooting the same scene from a different angle? Put your guesses in the comments section and I'll publish the full uncropped version of this next week to reveal the answer.

Last week, in another cropped photo, I asked you to identify who had attracted Andromeda's attention. Unfortunately, no one guessed correctly, so I'm going to leave this open for awhile longer to see if anyone else wants to jump in. And, as a little extra incentive to play, there is actually a subtle hint embedded in this paragraph to considerably reduce the number of possible answers. So, put on your thinking caps!

More Friday Family Blogging

I'm constantly amazed at the unknown talents of my nephews and nieces, like being able to ride a miniature bicycle. Do you suppose Gerik can pop a wheelie on that thing? Is it my imagination or are his knees bumping up against the handlebars?

Friday Family Blogging

Okay, I know well that Emma now walks, but I'm kind of curious, does she talk too?

Friday's Quotation

Here's a passage from the famous letter by James Madison, one of the chief authors of the Constitution, known as Federalist Paper No. 10, in which he addresses the issue of factionalism:

"If a faction consists of less than a majority, relief is
supplied by the republican principle, which enables the
majority to defeat its sinister views by regular vote: It
may clog the administration, it may convulse the society;
but it will be unable to execute and mask its violence
under the forms of the constitution. When a majority is
included in a faction, the form of popular government
on the other hand enables it to sacrifice its ruling passion
or interest, both the public good and the rights of other
citizens. To secure the public good, and private rights
against the danger of such a faction, and at the same time
to preserve the spirit and the form of popular government,
is then the great object to which our enquiries are directed.
Let me add that it is the great desideratum, by which alone
this form of government can be rescued from the
opprobrium under which it has so long labored,
and be recommended to the esteem and
adoption of mankind."

Video of the Day

When I first heard Al Jarreau do this song sometime around 1977 or 78, it sparked an interest in jazz that continues down to the present. In other words, this was the entry point for me to eventually check out John Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Miles Davis, Art Blakey, etc. etc etc. I haven't heard this in probably twenty years, but when I stumbled across it on YouTube it reminded me of the impact it had way back when. I hope you like it:

Historical Comment

Back in the late nineteenth century, the rapid industrialization of the United States unfolded in an environment virtually without regulation. That's not to say that the government had no role in shaping the economic climate: it was quite active in providing subsidies to certain industries (notably the railroads), adopting monetary polices that favored bankers and investment houses, and supporting efforts to aggressively suppress efforts by workers to attain any kind of power in relation to management in the labor market. The lack of regulation itself amounted to an open invitation for entrepreneurs to pursue monopolies to dominate their respective areas of production, following the model of Rockefeller and Standard Oil. Of course the incredible abuses of those monopolies, with their unchecked power to gouge consumers and workers alike, not to mention the clout they exercised through bought off legislators, led to a pretty significant backlash in the form of a series of political and economic reforms in the years leading up to the first World War. Those reforms, which were never popular with the so-called free market advocates (though the markets themselves were never free, since access and opportunity were closely guarded by the few who got there first, with government cooperation or not) became a huge part of the foundation for the mid-twentieth century prosperity enjoyed almost across-the-board in this country.

I bring this all up because I see these Tea Baggers storming the capital with signs that are off the wall stupid and a message that suggests they like the power to be wielded by private corporations whose sole interest is their own bottom line. There's a lot to be angry with the government about, and certainly elements of the plans currently being debated on health care reform are far from perfect, but attacking it for trying to break the strangle-hold of rapacious monopolies seems a particularly short-sighted approach. If they really want to go after government malfeasance, then their target should be the anti-trust exemption currently extended by the government to the insurance industry-- a debilitating policy that creates monopolistic exploitation by eliminating competition. If that were the only thing to change as a result of current demands by a wide majority of Americans who want improvements to the health care system, then we'd all be better off. But I didn't see or read anything today to indicate this group of protesters even know of that exemption's existence. I think protest is healthy and even necessary in a democracy, but it's not terribly effective when based on ignorance.

Soup Diary 091105

Well I finally got around to whipping up that batch of Cream of Carrot Soup I've been planning ever since I inadvertently bought carrots on two consecutive trips to the market, doubling my supply. This was, without question, the most orange thing I've ever cooked (and possibly the most orange thing I've ever eaten), and guess what? It was pretty good! I resisted the temptation to go off-recipe, especially with regard to the spices (just salt and pepper, some parsley and basil) and the end result was smooth and creamy, with a nicely enhanced carrot flavor. I had thought about tossing in some roasted red pepper when I blended the carrots, but forgot to put some in the oven ahead of time. Next time, I 'll go ahead and experiment, but at least I'll know the foundation is strong enough to sustain some variation. I'm thinking that I might try to make some cauliflower soup next, or maybe sweet potato, though in the latter case I'll be trying to match the lofty standard set by the Sweet Potato Pablano at Fables, so that might be a tad ambitious.

Today's Quotation

John Dewey (1859-1952) became famous as a philosophical pragmatist and expert on education, but he also wrote extensively on art. Here's a snippet from his book, Art as Experience, first published in 1934:

"The noblest man living in a desert absorbs something
of its harshness and sterility, while the nostalgia of the
mountain-bred man when cut off from his surroundings
is proof how deeply environment has become part of his
being. Neither the savage nor the civilized man is what he
is by native constitution but by the culture in which he
participates. The final measure of the quality of that
culture is the arts that flourish."

Need Your Opinion

You'll notice that the photo behind the blog title above has changed. I liked the old picture taken along the banks of the Hudson River, but since I was playing around with the new image (taken at Niagara Falls) I thought I'd test it out under the heading. What do you think? Should I go back to the river shot? Keep this one? Have something new every week or so? I'm very interested in your opinion, so please chime in via the comments.

Video of the Day

Here's another great eighties band that never achieved the success they deserved, despite some fine albums and a fine stage show. The Long Ryders came out of the west coast Paisley Underground along with groups like Green on Red, Rain Parade, Dream Syndicate and even the Bangles. Here's a video of one of their better songs:

More Photoshop Fun

Here are three more pictures I've been playing around with on PhotoShop Elements. Above is Buffalo's City Hall, which started out as a tilted, off-center, somewhat out-of-focus, and garishly colored snapshot. Now I think it looks like a shot from a film noir.

Speaking of film, this is a picture I took at the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles last year. I don't think I'm finished with this one, but thought it looked good enough to share. It was originally a color shot, which I converted to black and white, and then proceeded to tint. I think I can do a better job with the green in the hills (which ought to be mixed with some brown), so I'll probably work on this one some more.

This started out as a pretty mundane photo of some priests milling about in front of the Parthenon in Rome. I can't remember what all effects I employed here, but the idea was to heighten the contrast, brighten the colors, and create the impression of a, well, impressionist painting, and I think I got pretty close. Comments are welcome.

The Last Movie I Saw

Here's something of a companion post to the review of Dean Wareham's Black Postcards that I posted last night. Like that book, Anvil! The Story of Anvil chronicles the career of some long-time rock and roll disciples, in this case the titular band whose roots go back twenty plus years. The film attracted attention upon release as a real-life mirror of the famous mockumentary This Is Spinal Tap which came out around the time Anvil first hit the big time in the early eighties. For the first thirty or forty minutes of this film, the comparison is apt, as the filmmakers seem inclined to recognize a kind of black humor in Anvil's fall from the spotlight, and the continuing efforts of primary members Steve "Lips" Kudlow and Robb Reiner to reclaim some degree of fame and success are kind of played for laughs. But as the film goes on, the tone changes to one of almost admiration for the desperate persistance of Lips in particular, to pursue his dream of stardom. In the end, this comes across as more a celebration of the rock and roll myth of realizing your dreams (and I guess, the importance of holding on to those dreams) than a takedown of the misguided or deluded commitment to such an ideal (which was kind of the point behind Spinal Tap). Unlike Wareham, who is willing to examine his choices and their consequences (and see their connection to the bigger context of the pop music industry) with clear-eyed rationality, Lips clings to something he imagined as a teenager was his due. He ascribes all his setbacks to not his own shortcomings, but bad timing or bad luck that's certain to change if he only remains true to his dream. To some this might appear noble (and Lips pretty clearly is willing to work at it), but to me it borders on pathetic-- not that Lips wants to continue to make and perform music, but that he can only measure success in terms of a commercial breakthrough and the concurrent trappings of stardom, the likelihood of which pretty clearly passed a long time ago. Having said all that, the movie itself is quite entertaining, and though you might draw some different conclusions about Lips and the band than I did, if you're a rock fan it's worth seeing.

A Memorial Quote

Claude Levi-Strauss, a giant in the study of anthropology and culture, passed away yesterday at the age of 100. As a tribute, let me share the conclusion to his hugely influential essay "The Structural Study of Myth" from 1963:

"...the kind of logic in mythical thought is as rigorous
as that of modern science, and... the difference lies,
not in the quality of the intellectual process, but in
the nature of the things to which it is applied. This is
well in agreement with the situation known to prevail
in the field of technology: What makes a steel ax
superior to a stone ax is not that the first one is better
made than the second. They are equally well made, but
steel is quite different from stone. In the same way we
may be able to show that the same logical processes
operate in myth as in science, and that man has always
been thinking equally well; the improvement lies, not
in the alleged progress of man's mind, but in the
discovery of new areas to which it may apply its
unchanged and unchanging powers."

The Last Book I Read

Some years ago a friend of mine talked about quitting the academic life and going on the road to play music. He seemed convinced that it would be a glorious life full of excitement, money (if not riches), and psychic comfort far surpassing that of a teacher. I'd known enough musicians to warn him that it probably wouldn't be all milk and honey, but he didn't want to hear it (though in the end he also didn't take the plunge-- I guess maintaining the fantasy was more important). Dean Wareham spent most of the past twenty odd years in a couple of bands that actually had recording contracts with major labels, achieved considerable critical success, toured the world and cultivated fairly a fair number of rabid fans (I count myself in that group, with respect to his latter group, Luna). Even though I knew that most working musicians struggle mightily to keep ahold of their dreams of stardom, from all outward appearances, Galaxie 500 and Luna seemed to have made it. They weren't superstars in the Rolling Stones or U2 sense, but on the more modest scale of alternative rock groups, it would be easy to think that they had it made. Not so. Wareham's account makes it pretty clear that while there are certain rewards to grinding it out, in the end it's at best a wash next to the sacrifices made along the way. Wareham's deadpan style seems humorous at first, as he described the early stages of building a career in music, but by the end it becomes apparent that it's a reflection of being beat down over the endless van rides, personality clashes with bandmates, fans, and business types, and the physical and emotional exhaustion of trying to sustain a career as the music industry as a whole started its rapid decline by the late nineties. Don't get me wrong, it's a fascinating story, and kudos to Wareham for telling it straight. There are enough hints along the way to suggest that he could've written himself into the stereotypical rock star part without stretching things too much. Instead he conveys the work of being in a band, and while the high points justify the effort for awhile, it clearly becomes more and more difficult with the passage of time as the big commercial breakthrough fails to materialize (as happened to both of his groups, despite their great press). Just to be clear-- I didn't ever get the impression that making music was the problem, and Wareham remains active as a musician. It's all the stuff that went into supporting the creative process materially that became a drag. The stories of how first Galaxie 500 and then later Luna split apart have noticeable points of comparison with the breakup of the Beatles (which was recently chronicled in Rolling Stone on the anniversary of their split), and I suspect factor into the relatively short lifespan of most bands. As Wareham points out, those who stick together longer-- like U2 or the Rolling Stones-- do so as profitable corporations, not the group of pals they were when they started. Having studied the popular music industry in some depth, I know this is not a new phenomenon. Wareham's description is nonetheless fresh for his willingness to not just to describe the challenges confronting his bands, but to think through and offer explanations for the factors (whether personal or institutional) that define what it means to try and have a career in music. It's a good read, and likely to make you revise what you imagine about your own favorite band.

This Week's Top Five

We went pretty far out on a limb with this week's Top Five list. If you are within a particular age range, the odds are you will take issue with at least some part of this ranking (whether on order or omissions), but then, what's the point of such an exercise if we can't spark little good-natured debate?

Happy Birthday Sally!

It's time to wish my big sister Sara many happy returns on this, the anniversary of her birth. The picture above is a couple of years old, but still a pretty fair likeness. I hope you have a great day, Sally, and that good fortune continues to smile on you from here on. Consider this a virtual hug from a couple thousand miles away!

A Quote for Tuesday

Two of my favorite books-- full of insight and uncompromising honesty-- are Go Tell It On the Mountain and The Fire Next Time. Both were written by James Baldwin, easily one of the greatest American writers of the post-war generation. Here's a comment of his that I find easy to agree with, and wish more people recognized its value:

"I love America more than any other country
in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I
insist on the right to criticize her perpetually."

Battle of the Bands Video

I was torn between providing a clip with great audio and dull video, or vice versa. I went with the compelling video, 'cause how often do you actually get to see the great Janis Joplin at her height? Anyway, here's Big Brother and the Holding Company from c1968 performing the song that took them out of the first round on Dr. John's Battle of the Bands. Pay a little attention to the rest of the band-- they hardly ever get any credit, but they're pretty good too-- Peter Albin on bass, Sam Andrew and James Gurley on guitar, and Dave Getz on drums:

Battle of the Bands Update

Big Brother & the Holding Company

In this week's Battle of the Bands on Dr. John's Record Shelf, we had what I think is a first: two unanimous decisions, with both mild upsets. Big Brother and the Holding Company (seeded no. 9 in the Northwest Bracket), behind the mighty pipes of Janis Joplin, knocked off the Beau Brummels (8); and the Doobie Brothers (9 in the Southwest) took down the Grass Roots (8). Guest judges, joining Art Vandalay and myself this week were Don Fisher and Natalie Rosiek.

The Doobie Brothers

The winning songs were "Piece of My Heart" by Big Brother and "Black Water" by the Doobies. The Grass Roots' "Temptatiion Eyes" and "Laugh Laugh" by the Brummels were vanquished. I think it's safe to say that, based on judges comments, Big Brother will be a formidable opponent going forward, somewhat belying their middling seeding (though of course, different songs will represent them in subsequent rounds).

With five weeks left in Round 1 of our competition, we're getting close to knowing all of the Round Two matchups. So far, we know that The Byrds will be taking on the Doobie Brothers, the Sir Douglas Quintet goes against the Beach Boys, Creedence Clearwater Revival faces Big Brother & the Holding Company, and the Kingsmen will battle the Standells. Also, Chicago faces the Outsiders, the Crickets take on the Shadows of Knight, the Velvet Underground meets the Cowsills (talk about a mismatch!), and the Remains tangle with the New York Dolls. Other groups that have advanced (though their second round opponents remain to be determined) include the Lovin' Spoonful, the Gants, Steppenwolf, Spirit, the Electric Prunes, and the Bobby Fuller Four. The whole competition will continue to unfold over the next few months on my radio show, which can be heard Sunday nights at 5:00 at 90.9 fm if you happen to be in SW Montana (at 90.9 fm).

Photoshop Fun

I finally got around to exploring the features on the Photoshop Elements software that came with my computer. These are some of the photos I've altered in one or more ways, and I think made them a bit more striking. Above is a scene from the beach in Santa Monica, on which I monkeyed around a bit with the color, heightening the contrast between the blue sky and the green tops of the palm trees.

This is a back street in Florence, which has been cropped and edited to appear more like like a painting by blurring edges and playing around with the color saturation.

I don't think I did anything to this one except to crop it a bit and render it in a brown tone (from the original color). It was taken at the Barge Canal just a bit northeast of Ellicott Creek Park.

Here's a shot of Nikolaus that has been cropped, blurred, color adjusted, and light-adjusted. Can anyone tell where this one was taken? I'm having almost as much fun playing around with the software as I did taking the pictures in the first place!

Quote of the Day

Here's one of those quotes that was penned almost fifty years ago, yet remains (sadly) relevant today. It's from Daniel J. Boorstin's classic book The Image: A Guide to Pseado-Events in America from 1961:

"Nowadays everybody tells us that what we we need is
more belief, a stronger and deeper and more encompassing
faith. A faith in America and in what we are doing. That
may be true in the long run. What we need first and
now is to disillusion ourselves. What ails us most is
not what we have done with America, but what we
have substituted for America. We suffer primarily
not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from
our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but
by those images we have put in place of reality."

Recent Photos

When I can't find anything else to take pictures of, there's always the sky around here doing something kind of cool. Sometimes it's just billowing clouds, like above.

Sometimes, the colors (especially at dusk) appear quite brilliant, as above and below.

The sky really was this red on Friday night, and luckily I was out with my camera.

Sunday Funnies

They'll Do It Every Time by Jimmy Hatlo (and later Bob Dunn and Al Scaduto) was a staple of the funnies when I was a kid. It was kind of an ongoing study of the endless capacity for contradictory behavior and outright hypocrisy in which we humans indulge.

This was evident in that most of the strips included a "Thanks to..." a reader who had contributed that particular panel's gag.

If this wasn't quite a classic on the order of Blondie or Bringing Up Father, it at least was pretty consistently funny, in a "yeah, I know that guy" kind of way.

Hatlo's strip received the highest form of flattery through copycat strips, most notably There Oughta Be a Law. As a youngster, I couldn't really tell the difference between the two, except that Hatlo's strip appeared in Saturday's Buffalo Evening News, and There Oughta Be a Law was in the Sunday Courier Express.

One of the things that struck me back then about this strip is that it depicted average adults engaged with each other (instead of their kids, like Hi and Lois) in mostly ordinary settings (unlike the more fantastic or adventurous settings, like The Phantom or Steve Canyon).

Much like J.R. Williams and H.T. Webster (featured in this space in past weeks), it was also a strip that defibned a particular moment in time, linked to post-War America and suburbia as much as those others defined small-town life in an earlier generation.

I also liked that Hatlo occasionally turned his attention to history, with a similarly bent perspective on the great figures of the past.

I wonder if this strip is still appearing anywhere. I haven't seen it in at least twenty-five years, but I suppose it's possible that someone new is continuing to document the latest generation of those whose behavior induces head-scratching among those who observe them.

Soup Diary 091101

What are the odds that on successive visits to Bozeman almost two weeks apart, I would choose to dine at two different restaurants where the only choice of soup is Potato? If the bowl I had yesterday at Paul's Hot Dogs had been as good as the Potato Leek soup I had previously at the Ale House, I wouldn't complain. Unfortunately, it wasn't even close-- very bland, without a single distinctive feature. As a complement to my turkey sandwich, I suppose it was a somewhat healthier alternative to fries or chips, but that's the most I can say for it (it was overpriced, too, as was the sandwich). Paul's is a new pace that opened just a few months ago,. and I had been looking forward to checking it out. It was pretty busy, which is generally a good sign. But I'm thinking there must be something else drawing the crowd aside from the soup. I would've tried one of the titular hot dogs, but as there was no charcoal grill in evidence (the kitchen is fully visible from the counter where orders are placed), I wasn't inclined to take a chance. Maybe next time.

Sunday Morning Quote

I like this idea from Carl Jung (1875-1961), perhaps, next to Freud, the most famous psychologist of the twentieth century:

"It is on the whole probable that we
continually dream, but that consciousness
makes such a noise that we do not hear it."