Author Archives: Steve Mays
Do the Job with a “Jeep”
People did some amazing things with the early civilian versions of the Jeep. (More photos)
My kind of art
The phrase “I May Not Know Art, But I Know What I Like” is usually attributed to Orson Welles. And I really like the piece (sculpture?) below. It sits in the entrance the salon where I get my hair cut and was created by the husband of the owner. I’m trying to set up an interview and hoping he has more like this.
Pile of rocks
The cone-like dome of the cairn came out pretty much as I had envisioned. I collected as many round-ish rocks as I could find and stacked them as I would cannonballs (not something I’m ever likely to do). Started with a ring (see image below) and worked my way up. This little project took about a month but the heat spell halted work for much of that time.
Jessie on the half-shell
Weeds whacked
Weeks of 100 degree temps have kept me indoors with a simmering case of summer cabin fever. Today was finally cool enough (mid-80’s) to work outside and I fired up the weed whacker.
Trump Mug Shot
Good dog and a good book
The Unconscious
“My thesis then, is as follows: in addition to our immediate consciousness, which is of a thoroughly personal nature and which we believe to be the only empirical psyche (even if we tack on the personal unconscious as an appendix), there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals. This collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited. It consists of pre-existent forms, the archetypes, which can only become conscious secondarily and which give definite form to certain psychic contents.”
— From a lecture titled The Concept of the Collective Unconscious delivered by Carl Jung on October 19, 1936, to the Abernethian Society at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital in London.
1968 Dodge 200
Friend Paul’s latest pickup project. 1968 Dodge 200. That, friends and neighbors, is what a pickup bed is supposed to look like. Pretty sure my Jeep would ride comfortably.
And that grill. Minimalism before there was such a thing.
Looks like a previous owner added the SEAT-RT-LEFT under the speedometer. Will have to ask Paul. And this baby has not one, not two, but three fuel tanks. One behind the seat and one on each side of the bed behind a tiny vault door.
Just to the left of the seat is a handy lever for switching from one fuel tank to another. Long way between gas stations out West.