"More than a woman" by the Bee Gees
"You're more than a woman, more than a woman to me."
What the fuck does "more than a woman" mean? What more than a woman does the guy want? Maybe it's like that supermarket in Panama (El Rey) where they used to move stock by wrapping two items together in duct tape and selling them as a cut rate package deal. The thing that was great about El Rey, though, was that they didn't ever care what things they taped together, they would just be two random things. I swear to god there used to be stuff like a carving knife taped to a pack of maxi-pads. Anyhow, what more than a woman does this guy want…oh yeah, I married her because she came taped to a can of tuna. You know, the woman herself was kind of meh…I was sitting on the fence…but then, you know, with the tuna, I was like well it's like a relationship and lunch.
"Even the nights are better" by Air Supply
"Even the nights are better, now that we're here together"
This song was obviously written by virgins because the night is the easy part of the relationship. Oh yeah, you know I was totally enjoying all that watching TV and going to boring cocktail parties and all that, but lets face it, all the nights in bed together having crazy sexual intercourse or, you know, just being naked and hugging and all that, I mean that stuff is totally boring. I'm so used to being by myself all night long and being sexually unfulfilled and I was concerned that, now that I have a girlfriend, I would have to give up those long precious hours of misery.
Those are the only ones I can think of right now. If you have more tell me.
September 30, 2009
September 9, 2009
Nothing comes from Nothing
I write this, clearly, after having seen the Rip Remix Manifesto and absorbing one of its core message; a message that was painfully obvious at every time throughout human history and up until twenty years ago or thirty years ago or whatever it was: nothing comes from nothing. Borrowing or even stealing completely the melodic lines and lyrics from one song and putting them in another is perfectly natural and is the way that new good songs are created and the way that traditions and inspirations stay alive and at the same time replenish themselves. That anyone has been tricked into thinking otherwise is a tragedy for human creativity and a victory for talentless people who only seek to claw raw dollars out of the souls of honest artists.
Look here at what I am saying:
Bob Dylan dedicates this song to Woody Guthrie. Not only does he refer directly to Guthrie's song, Hard Travelling, but he lifts the melody directly from The 1913 Massacre. This doesn't diminish either song.
The complication here is, of course, that the time when people borrowed liberally from each other and sang each other's songs predates the present condition of the market and the music industry. The problem now is that certain groups and musicians can prosper from songs that other people wrote because they have an unequal access to moneyed consumers. In this particular way, one might level a criticism at Led Zeppelin for borrowing so much from so many different people, becoming millionaires by it and then never remunerating those people whose songs they took.
Led Zeppelin is awesome, and my teen years wouldn't have been complete without them blasting and a pair of butter knives wedged under the burning elements of my stove, but I wonder how rich Bert Jansch got from Jimmy Page's uncredited arrangement of his song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkX7Q2J7k48&feature=channel_page
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUMGuvmVmxI&feature=related
John Hutnyk writes quite extensively about this in some book or another of his that I read a couple of years ago. Essentially, while going out of his way to disparage Madonna's Ray of Light album and everything ever produced by Kula Shaker (and quite deservingly in the latter case), Hutnyk says that it's all very well and good for big time artists to say that they are being inspired by India (for example) and that this is all part of a growing global consciousness, but the fact is that while the big artists are borrowing all this stuff, the Indian artists, with no real access to the pathways of the global market, are not making anything for the music that they developed and practiced for years.
And then again, Paul Simon did open the door for a lot of world music acts back in the 1980s with his Graceland album. Would music is in many respects a stupid, probably racist, label for an extremely diverse range of recordings and traditions that have more or less been squashed into a horrible collage of exotic sounds suitable for the background at swanky cafes selling soy chai lattes and CDs from the Buddha bar. I have nightmare visions of Japanese hippies in the Metro playing sitar accompanied by Australian backpackers with didgeridoos and I have visions of people in Lulu Lemon tights sweating and bending to the sound of Persian flute music …fuck, I have to go, my kitchen smells like sour milk and I can't stand it anymore!
Look here at what I am saying:
Bob Dylan dedicates this song to Woody Guthrie. Not only does he refer directly to Guthrie's song, Hard Travelling, but he lifts the melody directly from The 1913 Massacre. This doesn't diminish either song.
The complication here is, of course, that the time when people borrowed liberally from each other and sang each other's songs predates the present condition of the market and the music industry. The problem now is that certain groups and musicians can prosper from songs that other people wrote because they have an unequal access to moneyed consumers. In this particular way, one might level a criticism at Led Zeppelin for borrowing so much from so many different people, becoming millionaires by it and then never remunerating those people whose songs they took.
Led Zeppelin is awesome, and my teen years wouldn't have been complete without them blasting and a pair of butter knives wedged under the burning elements of my stove, but I wonder how rich Bert Jansch got from Jimmy Page's uncredited arrangement of his song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkX7Q2J7k48&feature=channel_page
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUMGuvmVmxI&feature=related
John Hutnyk writes quite extensively about this in some book or another of his that I read a couple of years ago. Essentially, while going out of his way to disparage Madonna's Ray of Light album and everything ever produced by Kula Shaker (and quite deservingly in the latter case), Hutnyk says that it's all very well and good for big time artists to say that they are being inspired by India (for example) and that this is all part of a growing global consciousness, but the fact is that while the big artists are borrowing all this stuff, the Indian artists, with no real access to the pathways of the global market, are not making anything for the music that they developed and practiced for years.
And then again, Paul Simon did open the door for a lot of world music acts back in the 1980s with his Graceland album. Would music is in many respects a stupid, probably racist, label for an extremely diverse range of recordings and traditions that have more or less been squashed into a horrible collage of exotic sounds suitable for the background at swanky cafes selling soy chai lattes and CDs from the Buddha bar. I have nightmare visions of Japanese hippies in the Metro playing sitar accompanied by Australian backpackers with didgeridoos and I have visions of people in Lulu Lemon tights sweating and bending to the sound of Persian flute music …fuck, I have to go, my kitchen smells like sour milk and I can't stand it anymore!
September 7, 2009
The Science of Shortbread
1:
I took the batch of cultured butter I made yesterday and turned it into shortbread cookies. I wanted to make the ones that have two layers and a little dollop of jam in the middle, but a lack of ambition took me over so I made plain ones. Shortbread is easy, though: it's just 1 part butter to ½ part sugar, mixed and then you add 2 parts flour (in my case a 50/50 mix of white flour and oats). Mix it all up by hand, flatten it on a board with a pin, and then cut out shapes with your cookie cutters. bake the shapes on an ungreased pan at low heat (maybe 300 or 325) for about 20 minutes or until the cookies are just slightly brown.
The thing about shortbread is that it shouldn’t get too cooked. The cookies turned out really nicely. The oats (a traditional ingredient in these cookies) make them feel like they are going to crumble, but they don't because of all the butter.
Then, because I wanted a sandwich and I realised I didn't have any bread, I baked a loaf, and that took three hours. The bread: 2.5 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of yeast, 1 tablespoon of brown sugar, two eggs (I wanted fluffy bread), some olive oil, a pinch or two of salt, the rest of the oats (the bag was almost empty), and all the buttermilk I made yesterday when I was making butter.
2:
I was talking to my friend Andrea about something called the Gaia theory, which is the theory that the entire earth and all the organisms and bodies of water and weather systems and everything all constitute a single organism which is (either consciously or unconsciously) colluding to regulate the general quality of living on the planet. I don't know anything else about the theory than this because she just told me about it today.
The one thing I noted, however, as I was reading about it was that one of the chief critics of the theory is the seemingly ubiquitous grand inquisitor of the atheist movement, Richard Dawkins. I have to say that I agree with Dawkins that taking the magical and historical claims of any religion seriously is tantamount to severe delusion and possibly madness, but at the same time I've noted a paradox in what he is saying that troubles me.
As a champion of evolutionary theory, I'm sure he would agree with me that one of the chief flaws in the Creationist platform is that, while there may be some questions still to be answered about how evolution works and there may be some particulars about it that force us to still refer to it as a theory as opposed to a fact, the doubts about evolution do not ever nor should they ever imply that by extension Creationism is correct. The two concepts are unrelated and, while the evidence for evolution does discredit Creationism by showing that the story in the Bible is impossible and untenable, it is not the case that the evidence against evolution proves by any standard that a ridiculous Semitic desert God created the world six thousand years ago. The biggest victory that the that the religious fanatics of the Christian world have scored of late is to establish in the public discourse the idea that there is a binary opposition between evolution and creationism. There is none.
However, when I see interviews with Dawkins (particularly in that show he did where he tried to make a whole lot of different religious and new age practitioners look bad), he had a disturbing tendency to sell science as a flawless and infallible alternative to religion. This is simply not the case. While one could argue that the scientific method is flawless and infallible, the way that the method has been used, and the conclusions that have been reached via the method, and a lot of the highly questionably motivated decisions made in the name of science and research are highly fallible and deeply flawed.
Science isn't always right, and science doesn't always do the right thing. A lot of scientists seem to be in denial about this (believe me, I meet people like this every day at the McGill squash courts). Another difficulty with scientific thinking is that it opens up the possibility of a means of thought that is without morality. It is action based on logic and (so called) reason, rather than on compassion.
For example, Dawkins champions Darwinism (and rightly so) but at the same time, one of the more unfortunate extensions of Darwinism was the Social-Darwinist idea that some races are better evolved than others and therefore superior. At the time, the science seemed sound and the scientists who defended the theory said quite pompously that there was no point in arguing things that had been proven by the scientific method. What these scientists failed to take into account, however, were the social and cultural climates and conditions that made one group different from another and made one group respond to its environment and situation differently from another.
Franz Fanon put it most artfully, when he explained that the French used their science to prove that the Algerians must be inferior to the French because they simply weren't able to do the things the French did nearly as well as the French did them. Dawkins defennce of his vision of the world as a scientific marvel from a position of insular privilege is what makes his vision of science as the only thing worth following so very unappealing to me.
The point here is that science, needs social science and science needs humanities and science (sorry to say) needs religion to help it act as a moral compass. At the same time, religion very badly needs science because the religious wingnuts are hurting the world immensely.
I took the batch of cultured butter I made yesterday and turned it into shortbread cookies. I wanted to make the ones that have two layers and a little dollop of jam in the middle, but a lack of ambition took me over so I made plain ones. Shortbread is easy, though: it's just 1 part butter to ½ part sugar, mixed and then you add 2 parts flour (in my case a 50/50 mix of white flour and oats). Mix it all up by hand, flatten it on a board with a pin, and then cut out shapes with your cookie cutters. bake the shapes on an ungreased pan at low heat (maybe 300 or 325) for about 20 minutes or until the cookies are just slightly brown.
The thing about shortbread is that it shouldn’t get too cooked. The cookies turned out really nicely. The oats (a traditional ingredient in these cookies) make them feel like they are going to crumble, but they don't because of all the butter.
Then, because I wanted a sandwich and I realised I didn't have any bread, I baked a loaf, and that took three hours. The bread: 2.5 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of yeast, 1 tablespoon of brown sugar, two eggs (I wanted fluffy bread), some olive oil, a pinch or two of salt, the rest of the oats (the bag was almost empty), and all the buttermilk I made yesterday when I was making butter.
2:
I was talking to my friend Andrea about something called the Gaia theory, which is the theory that the entire earth and all the organisms and bodies of water and weather systems and everything all constitute a single organism which is (either consciously or unconsciously) colluding to regulate the general quality of living on the planet. I don't know anything else about the theory than this because she just told me about it today.
The one thing I noted, however, as I was reading about it was that one of the chief critics of the theory is the seemingly ubiquitous grand inquisitor of the atheist movement, Richard Dawkins. I have to say that I agree with Dawkins that taking the magical and historical claims of any religion seriously is tantamount to severe delusion and possibly madness, but at the same time I've noted a paradox in what he is saying that troubles me.
As a champion of evolutionary theory, I'm sure he would agree with me that one of the chief flaws in the Creationist platform is that, while there may be some questions still to be answered about how evolution works and there may be some particulars about it that force us to still refer to it as a theory as opposed to a fact, the doubts about evolution do not ever nor should they ever imply that by extension Creationism is correct. The two concepts are unrelated and, while the evidence for evolution does discredit Creationism by showing that the story in the Bible is impossible and untenable, it is not the case that the evidence against evolution proves by any standard that a ridiculous Semitic desert God created the world six thousand years ago. The biggest victory that the that the religious fanatics of the Christian world have scored of late is to establish in the public discourse the idea that there is a binary opposition between evolution and creationism. There is none.
However, when I see interviews with Dawkins (particularly in that show he did where he tried to make a whole lot of different religious and new age practitioners look bad), he had a disturbing tendency to sell science as a flawless and infallible alternative to religion. This is simply not the case. While one could argue that the scientific method is flawless and infallible, the way that the method has been used, and the conclusions that have been reached via the method, and a lot of the highly questionably motivated decisions made in the name of science and research are highly fallible and deeply flawed.
Science isn't always right, and science doesn't always do the right thing. A lot of scientists seem to be in denial about this (believe me, I meet people like this every day at the McGill squash courts). Another difficulty with scientific thinking is that it opens up the possibility of a means of thought that is without morality. It is action based on logic and (so called) reason, rather than on compassion.
For example, Dawkins champions Darwinism (and rightly so) but at the same time, one of the more unfortunate extensions of Darwinism was the Social-Darwinist idea that some races are better evolved than others and therefore superior. At the time, the science seemed sound and the scientists who defended the theory said quite pompously that there was no point in arguing things that had been proven by the scientific method. What these scientists failed to take into account, however, were the social and cultural climates and conditions that made one group different from another and made one group respond to its environment and situation differently from another.
Franz Fanon put it most artfully, when he explained that the French used their science to prove that the Algerians must be inferior to the French because they simply weren't able to do the things the French did nearly as well as the French did them. Dawkins defennce of his vision of the world as a scientific marvel from a position of insular privilege is what makes his vision of science as the only thing worth following so very unappealing to me.
The point here is that science, needs social science and science needs humanities and science (sorry to say) needs religion to help it act as a moral compass. At the same time, religion very badly needs science because the religious wingnuts are hurting the world immensely.
September 6, 2009
Twnety-eight bales of Longford hay.
1:
If you add a little yogurt with a high bacterial content to the open bowl of 35% cream you've left on your counter for six or seven hours then you can actually reverse the pasteurization process to some degree. The reason for doing this is that when you finally get around to churning the cream (at 12:30 on a Saturday night) what you will end up with is cultured butter, as opposed to just regular butter. What is the difference between cultured butter and regular butter?
Cultured butter tastes better. It tastes like butter, but it has more subtle rich flavours because of all the extra bacterial goodness in it. It is common in Europe but not common (and consequently difficult to find) in North America. Cultured butter also churns a lot faster and reliably, which is nice for me because my last few attempts with uncultured butter turned into disasters and I couldn't get the buttermilk to separate from the butter and it was annoying.
I think what I was making before was clotted cream, not butter…or that is to say I was only making butter successfully 50% of the times I tired. But now it's all good. Good and delicious. Clotted cream is also delicious, but it rots faster than I can eat it, whereas properly made butter can keep quite a while in the fridge.
I'm writing this even though most everyone I tell that I make my own butter thinks it's weird or gross. Like I said, I've also made my own cheese. This year I've also made strawberry, blackberry and blueberry jam, a red pepper chutney that is technically a pepper jelly with spices, a batch of pickled asparagus, pickled radish, pickled carrots (two batches, one last winter and one this summer) and, most recently, a batch of dill pickles.
Dill pickles are, as you know, the holy grail of the pickling arts and I'm excited to see how these ones turn out. Update in a couple of months!
2:
My cat ate two bowls of cat food today and playfully captured a large moth and then killed it on the carpet. This was surprising because my cat is very old and can hardly walk and hasn't appeared playful, or eaten an entire bowl of food in ages...like more than a year or two. She mostly sleeps and when she's awake she makes this kind of deathly meowling sound that has become famous among my visitors and house guests. L dR M has even taken to locking the cat out of the bedroom at night (and I can't say I blame her) because the deathly meowling isn't conducive to sleep.
According to my sister, my grandmother used to be the same way. When my grandmother came to visit, she would always sleep in my sister's room and my sister would hear her in the night saying stuff like: "I'm dying. I'm dying. This is it, I can feel it coming now!" But she didn't die, of course, on any of those nights and so, instead she would start ordering my sister to go downstairs and get a pack of cigarettes so she (my grandmother, that is) could have a smoke in bed. Apparently this was mortifying to my sister, but I was in the next room and slept through the whole thing.
3:
One thing I realised when I was at burningman a few years back (and I'm sure I've mentioned this before somewhere) is that if you practise really hard at playing bongos and if the stars align for you in just the right way, you may one day end up in a drum circle in the middle of the desert beside a fire that's like two hundred feet high and that is creating crazy dust tornados everywhere and you may be surrounded by a whole lot of naked people who are dancing and gyrating to the beat you are paying while a whole lot of other sympathetic souls are putting burning plants in your lips and pouring unknown glasses of mysterious liquid down your throat so that you don't have to take your hands off the drum.
To a lesser degree, but for some reason just as rewarding, are the strides I've made recently in my banjo playing. For example, I was walking down the street with my banjo a couple of days ago and this guy stopped and asked for a song and then after I played one he stuffed 10$ in my pocked and walked off.
Plus, I sat in on an oldtime music circle for the first time this week (is was stressful and fast and crazy, but totally fun) and I learned that, as long as you keep sitting on the stage and playing the songs, the bartender will keep bringing you pints of beer.
And, tonight, there I was sitting on my stoop playing cluck ol hen and a guy came by, listened to me, then went to the store and bought me a can of (Bitburger) beer. See, everybody and their mother can play the guitar, but the banjo is
If you add a little yogurt with a high bacterial content to the open bowl of 35% cream you've left on your counter for six or seven hours then you can actually reverse the pasteurization process to some degree. The reason for doing this is that when you finally get around to churning the cream (at 12:30 on a Saturday night) what you will end up with is cultured butter, as opposed to just regular butter. What is the difference between cultured butter and regular butter?
Cultured butter tastes better. It tastes like butter, but it has more subtle rich flavours because of all the extra bacterial goodness in it. It is common in Europe but not common (and consequently difficult to find) in North America. Cultured butter also churns a lot faster and reliably, which is nice for me because my last few attempts with uncultured butter turned into disasters and I couldn't get the buttermilk to separate from the butter and it was annoying.
I think what I was making before was clotted cream, not butter…or that is to say I was only making butter successfully 50% of the times I tired. But now it's all good. Good and delicious. Clotted cream is also delicious, but it rots faster than I can eat it, whereas properly made butter can keep quite a while in the fridge.
I'm writing this even though most everyone I tell that I make my own butter thinks it's weird or gross. Like I said, I've also made my own cheese. This year I've also made strawberry, blackberry and blueberry jam, a red pepper chutney that is technically a pepper jelly with spices, a batch of pickled asparagus, pickled radish, pickled carrots (two batches, one last winter and one this summer) and, most recently, a batch of dill pickles.
Dill pickles are, as you know, the holy grail of the pickling arts and I'm excited to see how these ones turn out. Update in a couple of months!
2:
My cat ate two bowls of cat food today and playfully captured a large moth and then killed it on the carpet. This was surprising because my cat is very old and can hardly walk and hasn't appeared playful, or eaten an entire bowl of food in ages...like more than a year or two. She mostly sleeps and when she's awake she makes this kind of deathly meowling sound that has become famous among my visitors and house guests. L dR M has even taken to locking the cat out of the bedroom at night (and I can't say I blame her) because the deathly meowling isn't conducive to sleep.
According to my sister, my grandmother used to be the same way. When my grandmother came to visit, she would always sleep in my sister's room and my sister would hear her in the night saying stuff like: "I'm dying. I'm dying. This is it, I can feel it coming now!" But she didn't die, of course, on any of those nights and so, instead she would start ordering my sister to go downstairs and get a pack of cigarettes so she (my grandmother, that is) could have a smoke in bed. Apparently this was mortifying to my sister, but I was in the next room and slept through the whole thing.
3:
One thing I realised when I was at burningman a few years back (and I'm sure I've mentioned this before somewhere) is that if you practise really hard at playing bongos and if the stars align for you in just the right way, you may one day end up in a drum circle in the middle of the desert beside a fire that's like two hundred feet high and that is creating crazy dust tornados everywhere and you may be surrounded by a whole lot of naked people who are dancing and gyrating to the beat you are paying while a whole lot of other sympathetic souls are putting burning plants in your lips and pouring unknown glasses of mysterious liquid down your throat so that you don't have to take your hands off the drum.
To a lesser degree, but for some reason just as rewarding, are the strides I've made recently in my banjo playing. For example, I was walking down the street with my banjo a couple of days ago and this guy stopped and asked for a song and then after I played one he stuffed 10$ in my pocked and walked off.
Plus, I sat in on an oldtime music circle for the first time this week (is was stressful and fast and crazy, but totally fun) and I learned that, as long as you keep sitting on the stage and playing the songs, the bartender will keep bringing you pints of beer.
And, tonight, there I was sitting on my stoop playing cluck ol hen and a guy came by, listened to me, then went to the store and bought me a can of (Bitburger) beer. See, everybody and their mother can play the guitar, but the banjo is
September 2, 2009
Incipit Nunc Futurum.
…or so read an impression stamped in the cement of the school yard we had wandered into one moony night a few evenings back. And then, on a sun dial, perched up on the school's wall, the ever popular rosebud gathering caveat "carpe diem".
It must be a Catholic School, I remarked, to be throwing all this Latin out at the children.
I wonder what Horace would have thought of the legacy of his most famous phrase; now nearly ubiquitous among the high school set? As a man who wrote far too much poetry about how nice it was to wake up early and at least a couple too many poems about how right it is to die in the bellicose service of the state, the modern educational system would probably have pleased Horace; at least in so far as he was probably a sadistic prick who would have enjoyed, evil principal-like, making teenagers suffer needlessly while at the same time convincing himself that he was doing them a long-term favour.
He would be just the kind of person who would stamp something as condescending as "the future begins now" in Latin under the feet of the children as they played. There is no time to idle in the directionless follies of childhood; one must be considering at all times how one can personally improve and how one can become an effectively functioning cog in the whirling tines of civilization.
That's one reading, anyhow. Incipit Nunc Futurum could be a call to any kind of personal improvement, not just one that leads to soul-killing labour for the sake of the continuance of the economy. And, also, Horace was very fond of screwing young boys and wrote plenty of poetry about it (which rarely gets mentioned during high school graduations) and so it's not likely he'd get a job teaching young children…but then again it was a Catholic school.
I refer you to Horace's ode 1.5, in which he begins by describing how, in a perfumed grotto he is dreaming of pressing his engorged loins up against the lithe body of a slender lad, stretched out upon a bed of roses. If ever you are at a high school graduation, or you are entering a caption in a year book, or you are doing any such thing, I encourage you to think upon this poem, rather than boring old "carpe diem"…for, teaching ways to avoid being fucked and robbed of one's innocence by dirty old men is a far better lesson to impart to the young than an offering of the vain hope that they will be able to carve out any kind of living that is both highly individualistic and at the same time over-brimming with happiness and contentment.
It must be a Catholic School, I remarked, to be throwing all this Latin out at the children.
I wonder what Horace would have thought of the legacy of his most famous phrase; now nearly ubiquitous among the high school set? As a man who wrote far too much poetry about how nice it was to wake up early and at least a couple too many poems about how right it is to die in the bellicose service of the state, the modern educational system would probably have pleased Horace; at least in so far as he was probably a sadistic prick who would have enjoyed, evil principal-like, making teenagers suffer needlessly while at the same time convincing himself that he was doing them a long-term favour.
He would be just the kind of person who would stamp something as condescending as "the future begins now" in Latin under the feet of the children as they played. There is no time to idle in the directionless follies of childhood; one must be considering at all times how one can personally improve and how one can become an effectively functioning cog in the whirling tines of civilization.
That's one reading, anyhow. Incipit Nunc Futurum could be a call to any kind of personal improvement, not just one that leads to soul-killing labour for the sake of the continuance of the economy. And, also, Horace was very fond of screwing young boys and wrote plenty of poetry about it (which rarely gets mentioned during high school graduations) and so it's not likely he'd get a job teaching young children…but then again it was a Catholic school.
I refer you to Horace's ode 1.5, in which he begins by describing how, in a perfumed grotto he is dreaming of pressing his engorged loins up against the lithe body of a slender lad, stretched out upon a bed of roses. If ever you are at a high school graduation, or you are entering a caption in a year book, or you are doing any such thing, I encourage you to think upon this poem, rather than boring old "carpe diem"…for, teaching ways to avoid being fucked and robbed of one's innocence by dirty old men is a far better lesson to impart to the young than an offering of the vain hope that they will be able to carve out any kind of living that is both highly individualistic and at the same time over-brimming with happiness and contentment.
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