One of the great things about most of the English-speaking world is that people increasingly only tell you about their dreams because incredibly dumb things happen in them, not because they think they have any transcendental significance. Basically psychoanalysis is dying, and may even disappear from university humanities departments before the latter disappear from the face of the earth (tho the NY Times wasn’t that optimistic back in 2007):
Spanish-speakers are dragging behind in deserting pseudo-science, but there’s been an encouraging fall in the last few years, and I think there may be less abominably designed therapy flyers even in Gracia–certainly a number of small providers have gone out of business there, as have, unfortunately, a number of rather more useful small bars:
All the world is being occupied by the rationalists. All the world? Nay! One constellation of villages populated by unsubmissive Gauls still resists the invaders, perhaps because this type of mumbo jumbo has been one of their more profitable industries since 1968:
Josep Pla, El quadern gris, November 6 1918: Coromina and my brother–a chemistry student–get entangled in an endless discussion about science. Coromina
- Spanish pavements again
Does anyone know what they’re for?
- Catalan and north-eastern Jaén speech
Iberian linguistics is even more complex than I had thought.
- The Cali Word Games, plus a Civil War gag from Alfonso Guerra
Lenox, who has been discussing the role (roll-on, roll-off?) of Google Translate in quality public service provision, has passed along this
- Al Arabiya readers on the Birmingham double killing
A variety of views on the dreadful fate of the Larbi-Cherif sisters: Bad things happen to slags. It is an anti-Muslim