According to Donald Trump and unnamed Republican Party operatives, the Mississippi House will sponsor a bill to force President Obama and every other Democrat Office holder in the U.S. to show greater proof of their Americaness than the always suspect, "Birth Certificate".
Unimpressed by the overwhelming proof of Obama's birth on American soil, Red State Officials and Tea Party Activists insists that they need more than" just Truth and Common Sense" to quit their current Crusade. The bill heading to the State Legislature demands that Obama and all Democrats must prove that they were indeed conceived on American Soil and in an "American" Manner.
On Fox News, Tea Party leader and Birther firebrand , I.M. Gnuts, leaked some key demands included in this piece of legislation stating, "first off, we must demand proof that conception occurred on America soil. Secondly the act of conception must have been performed 100 percent of the time in the All American Position (i.e Missionary Position). Lastly, no degenerate actions took place while the seed was being implanted." According to Gnuts, these degeneracies include foreign elements such as "French" kissing as well as the Left Wing indecency of the woman actually enjoying the Procreative act.
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Intolerance and the Cultural Wars in America
I have grown increasingly aware and disturbed regarding the rise of Intolerance among the various components of the American People to thoughts, ideas and belief systems that do not seem to conform with their own. Although this is a Global issue and has been the norm rather than the exception in most eras in the US and in other World Cultures, I believe that increased access to Information,extensive Media Penetration, rapidly accerating technology and the "Shrinking of the Globe" ( by internet or travel) coupled with increasing US multiculturalism have actually fueled a Closure of the American Mind rather than the expected average American becoming more a Citizen of the World.
I grew up and have lived the vast Majority of my life in the American South. I was a child in the 1960's
so missed much awareness of the Social upheavals of that era. Until the rise of Cable TV, the Internet(essentially the advent of the Information Age) , influx of Non-European Immigrants, do I believe that the Cohesion of America began to fray in this fashion.
The terrorist incidents of 9/11 shook many to the very core, and the Public and Private Response to this "War on Terror" contributed greatly to a need for Americans to engage the World..not as Partners but as potential or actual enemies.
The "Circling of the Wagons" among mainstream Americans to Actual and Perceived Danger is a fairly normal initial Societal or Group response. However, the misuse of this aspect of Human Group Behaviour by those with agendas not in the Spirit of Uniting America, such as the Fearmongering in the Political and Journalistic Arenas has led to degeneration and fragmentation, which weakens our society and nation.
The meaning of what it is to be Liberal or Conservative, Republican or Democrat, Religious or Non-Religious is so skewed and polarized that the confusion this engenders just greatens the divide. You are either a supporter of FOX News or CNN, for example.
The intolerance of members of either side of these Ideological Warzones make establishing a Middle Ground nearly impossible at present. People seem to show an unwillingness or inability to look reflectively upon the beliefs of the other. I do not think it is an unwarranted fear to think that this Country could slide into increasing divisiveness in which the US could plumment into a somewhat passive death spiral, Revolution or Civil War before mid-century.
America was once a Revolutionary society that presented the world with a Model for the Rights of Men and Justice. Some of this was always a sham...but the idea of America as a Shining Beacon to the outside World is tarnished and unless we see fit to understand, tolerate and reach out to All of our Fellow Citizens, that Beacon may be finally and tragically extinguished.
I grew up and have lived the vast Majority of my life in the American South. I was a child in the 1960's
so missed much awareness of the Social upheavals of that era. Until the rise of Cable TV, the Internet(essentially the advent of the Information Age) , influx of Non-European Immigrants, do I believe that the Cohesion of America began to fray in this fashion.
The terrorist incidents of 9/11 shook many to the very core, and the Public and Private Response to this "War on Terror" contributed greatly to a need for Americans to engage the World..not as Partners but as potential or actual enemies.
The "Circling of the Wagons" among mainstream Americans to Actual and Perceived Danger is a fairly normal initial Societal or Group response. However, the misuse of this aspect of Human Group Behaviour by those with agendas not in the Spirit of Uniting America, such as the Fearmongering in the Political and Journalistic Arenas has led to degeneration and fragmentation, which weakens our society and nation.
The meaning of what it is to be Liberal or Conservative, Republican or Democrat, Religious or Non-Religious is so skewed and polarized that the confusion this engenders just greatens the divide. You are either a supporter of FOX News or CNN, for example.
The intolerance of members of either side of these Ideological Warzones make establishing a Middle Ground nearly impossible at present. People seem to show an unwillingness or inability to look reflectively upon the beliefs of the other. I do not think it is an unwarranted fear to think that this Country could slide into increasing divisiveness in which the US could plumment into a somewhat passive death spiral, Revolution or Civil War before mid-century.
America was once a Revolutionary society that presented the world with a Model for the Rights of Men and Justice. Some of this was always a sham...but the idea of America as a Shining Beacon to the outside World is tarnished and unless we see fit to understand, tolerate and reach out to All of our Fellow Citizens, that Beacon may be finally and tragically extinguished.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Carpe Diem? Maybe Tomorrow
Carpe Diem? Maybe Tomorrow
For once, social scientists have discovered a flaw in the human psyche that will not be tedious to correct. You may not even need a support group. You could try on your own by starting with this simple New Year’s resolution: Have fun ... now!
Then you just need the strength to cash in your gift certificates, drink that special bottle of wine, redeem your frequent flier miles and take that vacation you always promised yourself. If your resolve weakens, do not succumb to guilt or shame. Acknowledge what you are: a recovering procrastinator of pleasure.
It sounds odd, but this is actually a widespread form of procrastination — just ask the airlines and other marketers who save billions of dollars annually from gift certificates that expire unredeemed. Or the poets who have kept turning out exhortations to seize the day and gather rosebuds.
But it has taken awhile for psychologists and behavioral economists to analyze this condition. Now they have begun to explore the strange impulse to put off until tomorrow what could be enjoyed today.
Why, for instance, is it so hard to find time to visit landmarks in your own backyard? People who have moved to Chicago, Dallas and London get to fewer local landmarks during their entire first year than the typical tourist visits during a two-week stay, according to a study conducted by Suzanne B. Shu and Ayelet Gneezy, who are professors of marketing at the University of California, Los Angeles, and the University of California, San Diego, respectively. The Chicagoans in the study had visited more landmarks in other cities than in their own, and even their relatively small amount of local sightseeing was done mainly in the course of entertaining out-of-towners. Otherwise, the only time Chicagoans rushed to see the local landmarks was just before they were about to move to another city, when that deadline inspired sudden passions for taking architectural tours and going to the zoo.
When there is no immediate deadline, we’re liable to put off going to the zoo this weekend because we assume that we will be less busy next weekend — or the weekend after that, or next summer. This is the same sort of thinking that causes us to put the gift certificate in the drawer because we expect to have more time for shopping in the future.
We’re trying to do a cost-benefit analysis of the time lost versus the pleasure or money to be gained, but we’re not accurate in our estimates of “resource slack,” as it is termed by Gal Zauberman and John G. Lynch. These behavioral economists found that when people were asked to anticipate how much extra money and time they would have in the future, they realistically assumed that money would be tight, but they expected free time to magically materialize.
Hence you’re more likely to agree to a commitment next year, like giving a speech, that you would turn down if asked to find time for it in the next month. This produces what researchers call the “Yes ... Damn!” effect: when the speech comes due next year, you bitterly discover you’re still as busy as ever.
Dr. Shu and Dr. Gneezy demonstrated another effect of this fallacy by giving people gift certificates good for movie tickets and French pastries. Some got certificates that expired within two to three weeks; others got certificates good for six to eight weeks.
The people who received the long-term certificates were more confident than the others that they would redeem the gifts — a logical enough assumption, given all the extra time they had. But they just kept putting it off, and ultimately they were more likely to let the gift go unredeemed than the people who had received the short-term certificates.
Once you start procrastinating pleasure, it can become a self-perpetuating process if you fixate on some imagined nirvana. The longer you wait to open that prize bottle of wine, the more special the occasion has to be.
If you’re determined to get the absolute maximum out of those frequent flier miles, you can end up wasting them, as Dr. Shu found in an experiment offering people a chance to use discount coupons in the course of buying a series of plane tickets. Once the subjects were told that they might have a chance at a free flight worth $1,000, they scorned lesser awards and hung on to their coupons so long that in the end they had to use them for much cheaper flights.
“People can become overly focused on an ideal,” Dr. Shu said. “Even if they know it’s unlikely, they get so focused on the perfect scenario that they block everything else. Or they anticipate that they’ll kick themselves later if they take second-best option and then see the best one is still available. But they don’t realize that regret can go the other way. They’ll end up with something worse and regret not taking the second-best one.”
But even if you know about all this research, how can you apply these lessons? How can you avoid the temptation to postpone pleasure? (You can offer suggestions at nytimes.com/tierneylab.) One immediate strategy, Dr. Shu said, is to cash in quickly any gift certificate you received this holiday season. “The biggest danger is that it will be forgotten and expire,” she said. “One of the best presents you can give back to the giver is to use it quickly and then tell them how much you enjoyed it. The regret from not using it will be bigger than the regret from using it on a nonperfect occasion, for you and especially for the person who gave it.”
Another tactic is to give yourself deadlines. Cash in the miles by summer, even if you can’t get a round-the-world trip out of them. Instead of waiting for a special occasion to indulge yourself, create one. Dr. Shu approvingly cites the pioneering therapeutic work of Dorothy J. Gaiter and John Brecher, who for the past decade used their Wall Street Journal column on wine to proclaim the last Saturday of February to be “Open That Bottle Night.”
But you don’t even have to wait until Feb. 27. Remember the advice offered in the movie “Sideways” to Miles, who has been holding on to a ’61 Cheval Blanc so long that it is in danger of going bad. When Miles says he is waiting for a special occasion, his friend Maya puts matters in perspective:
“The day you open a ’61 Cheval Blanc, that’s the special occasion.”
For once, social scientists have discovered a flaw in the human psyche that will not be tedious to correct. You may not even need a support group. You could try on your own by starting with this simple New Year’s resolution: Have fun ... now!
Then you just need the strength to cash in your gift certificates, drink that special bottle of wine, redeem your frequent flier miles and take that vacation you always promised yourself. If your resolve weakens, do not succumb to guilt or shame. Acknowledge what you are: a recovering procrastinator of pleasure.
It sounds odd, but this is actually a widespread form of procrastination — just ask the airlines and other marketers who save billions of dollars annually from gift certificates that expire unredeemed. Or the poets who have kept turning out exhortations to seize the day and gather rosebuds.
But it has taken awhile for psychologists and behavioral economists to analyze this condition. Now they have begun to explore the strange impulse to put off until tomorrow what could be enjoyed today.
Why, for instance, is it so hard to find time to visit landmarks in your own backyard? People who have moved to Chicago, Dallas and London get to fewer local landmarks during their entire first year than the typical tourist visits during a two-week stay, according to a study conducted by Suzanne B. Shu and Ayelet Gneezy, who are professors of marketing at the University of California, Los Angeles, and the University of California, San Diego, respectively. The Chicagoans in the study had visited more landmarks in other cities than in their own, and even their relatively small amount of local sightseeing was done mainly in the course of entertaining out-of-towners. Otherwise, the only time Chicagoans rushed to see the local landmarks was just before they were about to move to another city, when that deadline inspired sudden passions for taking architectural tours and going to the zoo.
When there is no immediate deadline, we’re liable to put off going to the zoo this weekend because we assume that we will be less busy next weekend — or the weekend after that, or next summer. This is the same sort of thinking that causes us to put the gift certificate in the drawer because we expect to have more time for shopping in the future.
We’re trying to do a cost-benefit analysis of the time lost versus the pleasure or money to be gained, but we’re not accurate in our estimates of “resource slack,” as it is termed by Gal Zauberman and John G. Lynch. These behavioral economists found that when people were asked to anticipate how much extra money and time they would have in the future, they realistically assumed that money would be tight, but they expected free time to magically materialize.
Hence you’re more likely to agree to a commitment next year, like giving a speech, that you would turn down if asked to find time for it in the next month. This produces what researchers call the “Yes ... Damn!” effect: when the speech comes due next year, you bitterly discover you’re still as busy as ever.
Dr. Shu and Dr. Gneezy demonstrated another effect of this fallacy by giving people gift certificates good for movie tickets and French pastries. Some got certificates that expired within two to three weeks; others got certificates good for six to eight weeks.
The people who received the long-term certificates were more confident than the others that they would redeem the gifts — a logical enough assumption, given all the extra time they had. But they just kept putting it off, and ultimately they were more likely to let the gift go unredeemed than the people who had received the short-term certificates.
Once you start procrastinating pleasure, it can become a self-perpetuating process if you fixate on some imagined nirvana. The longer you wait to open that prize bottle of wine, the more special the occasion has to be.
If you’re determined to get the absolute maximum out of those frequent flier miles, you can end up wasting them, as Dr. Shu found in an experiment offering people a chance to use discount coupons in the course of buying a series of plane tickets. Once the subjects were told that they might have a chance at a free flight worth $1,000, they scorned lesser awards and hung on to their coupons so long that in the end they had to use them for much cheaper flights.
“People can become overly focused on an ideal,” Dr. Shu said. “Even if they know it’s unlikely, they get so focused on the perfect scenario that they block everything else. Or they anticipate that they’ll kick themselves later if they take second-best option and then see the best one is still available. But they don’t realize that regret can go the other way. They’ll end up with something worse and regret not taking the second-best one.”
But even if you know about all this research, how can you apply these lessons? How can you avoid the temptation to postpone pleasure? (You can offer suggestions at nytimes.com/tierneylab.) One immediate strategy, Dr. Shu said, is to cash in quickly any gift certificate you received this holiday season. “The biggest danger is that it will be forgotten and expire,” she said. “One of the best presents you can give back to the giver is to use it quickly and then tell them how much you enjoyed it. The regret from not using it will be bigger than the regret from using it on a nonperfect occasion, for you and especially for the person who gave it.”
Another tactic is to give yourself deadlines. Cash in the miles by summer, even if you can’t get a round-the-world trip out of them. Instead of waiting for a special occasion to indulge yourself, create one. Dr. Shu approvingly cites the pioneering therapeutic work of Dorothy J. Gaiter and John Brecher, who for the past decade used their Wall Street Journal column on wine to proclaim the last Saturday of February to be “Open That Bottle Night.”
But you don’t even have to wait until Feb. 27. Remember the advice offered in the movie “Sideways” to Miles, who has been holding on to a ’61 Cheval Blanc so long that it is in danger of going bad. When Miles says he is waiting for a special occasion, his friend Maya puts matters in perspective:
“The day you open a ’61 Cheval Blanc, that’s the special occasion.”
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The God Gene
As I have long been interested in the development of Religion/concept of God or Gods, and the impact that different Religions have had on the Rise or Fall of the the group/Culture that adopts a certain religion. Certainly Religions that offer an Afterlife as one of its key tenants, would to me be obviously a more motivated Group to fight, develop Arts, etc. as the Members would all have a Purpose.
Of course, Religion could be stifiling but in cases such as Sumer vs.Israel..who has survived?
From NY Times
IN the Oaxaca Valley of Mexico, the archaeologists Joyce Marcus and Kent Flannery have gained a remarkable insight into the origin of religion.
Universal Religion has been found in societies at every stage of development. Catholic Bishops as they filed into St. Patrick’s Cathedral in 2008, and at a temple in South Korea, Buddhist monks paid homage to the Buddha.
During 15 years of excavation they have uncovered not some monumental temple but evidence of a critical transition in religious behavior. The record begins with a simple dancing floor, the arena for the communal religious dances held by hunter-gatherers in about 7,000 B.C. It moves to the ancestor-cult shrines that appeared after the beginning of corn-based agriculture around 1,500 B.C., and ends in A.D. 30 with the sophisticated, astronomically oriented temples of an early archaic state.
This and other research is pointing to a new perspective on religion, one that seeks to explain why religious behavior has occurred in societies at every stage of development and in every region of the world. Religion has the hallmarks of an evolved behavior, meaning that it exists because it was favored by natural selection. It is universal because it was wired into our neural circuitry before the ancestral human population dispersed from its African homeland.
For atheists, it is not a particularly welcome thought that religion evolved because it conferred essential benefits on early human societies and their successors. If religion is a lifebelt, it is hard to portray it as useless.
For believers, it may seem threatening to think that the mind has been shaped to believe in gods, since the actual existence of the divine may then seem less likely.
But the evolutionary perspective on religion does not necessarily threaten the central position of either side. That religious behavior was favored by natural selection neither proves nor disproves the existence of gods. For believers, if one accepts that evolution has shaped the human body, why not the mind too? What evolution has done is to endow people with a genetic predisposition to learn the religion of their community, just as they are predisposed to learn its language. With both religion and language, it is culture, not genetics, that then supplies the content of what is learned.
It is easier to see from hunter-gatherer societies how religion may have conferred compelling advantages in the struggle for survival. Their rituals emphasize not theology but intense communal dancing that may last through the night. The sustained rhythmic movement induces strong feelings of exaltation and emotional commitment to the group. Rituals also resolve quarrels and patch up the social fabric.
The ancestral human population of 50,000 years ago, to judge from living hunter-gatherers, would have lived in small, egalitarian groups without chiefs or headmen. Religion served them as an invisible government. It bound people together, committing them to put their community’s needs ahead of their own self-interest. For fear of divine punishment, people followed rules of self-restraint toward members of the community. Religion also emboldened them to give their lives in battle against outsiders. Groups fortified by religious belief would have prevailed over those that lacked it, and genes that prompted the mind toward ritual would eventually have become universal.
In natural selection, it is genes that enable their owners to leave more surviving progeny that become more common. The idea that natural selection can favor groups, instead of acting directly on individuals, is highly controversial. Though Darwin proposed the idea, the traditional view among biologists is that selection on individuals would stamp out altruistic behavior (the altruists who spent time helping others would leave fewer children of their own) far faster than group-level selection could favor it.
But group selection has recently gained two powerful champions, the biologists David Sloan Wilson and Edward O. Wilson, who argued that two special circumstances in recent human evolution would have given group selection much more of an edge than usual. One is the highly egalitarian nature of hunter-gatherer societies, which makes everyone behave alike and gives individual altruists a better chance of passing on their genes. The other is intense warfare between groups, which enhances group-level selection in favor of community-benefiting behaviors such as altruism and religion.
A propensity to learn the religion of one’s community became so firmly implanted in the human neural circuitry, according to this new view, that religion was retained when hunter-gatherers, starting from 15,000 years ago, began to settle in fixed communities. In the larger, hierarchical societies made possible by settled living, rulers co-opted religion as their source of authority. Roman emperors made themselves chief priest or even a living god, though most had the taste to wait till after death for deification. “Drat, I think I’m becoming a god!” Vespasian joked on his deathbed.
Religion was also harnessed to vital practical tasks such as agriculture, which in the first societies to practice it required quite unaccustomed forms of labor and organization. Many religions bear traces of the spring and autumn festivals that helped get crops planted and harvested at the right time. Passover once marked the beginning of the barley festival; Easter, linked to the date of Passover, is a spring festival.
Could the evolutionary perspective on religion become the basis for some kind of detente between religion and science? Biologists and many atheists have a lot of respect for evolution and its workings, and if they regarded religious behavior as an evolved instinct they might see religion more favorably, or at least recognize its constructive roles. Religion is often blamed for its spectacular excesses, whether in promoting persecution or warfare, but gets less credit for its staple function of patching up the moral fabric of society. But perhaps it doesn’t deserve either blame or credit. If religion is seen as a means of generating social cohesion, it is a society and its leaders that put that cohesion to good or bad ends.
Nicholas Wade, a science reporter for The New York Times, is the author of “The Faith Instinct: How Religion Evolved and Why It Endures.
Of course, Religion could be stifiling but in cases such as Sumer vs.Israel..who has survived?
From NY Times
IN the Oaxaca Valley of Mexico, the archaeologists Joyce Marcus and Kent Flannery have gained a remarkable insight into the origin of religion.
Universal Religion has been found in societies at every stage of development. Catholic Bishops as they filed into St. Patrick’s Cathedral in 2008, and at a temple in South Korea, Buddhist monks paid homage to the Buddha.
During 15 years of excavation they have uncovered not some monumental temple but evidence of a critical transition in religious behavior. The record begins with a simple dancing floor, the arena for the communal religious dances held by hunter-gatherers in about 7,000 B.C. It moves to the ancestor-cult shrines that appeared after the beginning of corn-based agriculture around 1,500 B.C., and ends in A.D. 30 with the sophisticated, astronomically oriented temples of an early archaic state.
This and other research is pointing to a new perspective on religion, one that seeks to explain why religious behavior has occurred in societies at every stage of development and in every region of the world. Religion has the hallmarks of an evolved behavior, meaning that it exists because it was favored by natural selection. It is universal because it was wired into our neural circuitry before the ancestral human population dispersed from its African homeland.
For atheists, it is not a particularly welcome thought that religion evolved because it conferred essential benefits on early human societies and their successors. If religion is a lifebelt, it is hard to portray it as useless.
For believers, it may seem threatening to think that the mind has been shaped to believe in gods, since the actual existence of the divine may then seem less likely.
But the evolutionary perspective on religion does not necessarily threaten the central position of either side. That religious behavior was favored by natural selection neither proves nor disproves the existence of gods. For believers, if one accepts that evolution has shaped the human body, why not the mind too? What evolution has done is to endow people with a genetic predisposition to learn the religion of their community, just as they are predisposed to learn its language. With both religion and language, it is culture, not genetics, that then supplies the content of what is learned.
It is easier to see from hunter-gatherer societies how religion may have conferred compelling advantages in the struggle for survival. Their rituals emphasize not theology but intense communal dancing that may last through the night. The sustained rhythmic movement induces strong feelings of exaltation and emotional commitment to the group. Rituals also resolve quarrels and patch up the social fabric.
The ancestral human population of 50,000 years ago, to judge from living hunter-gatherers, would have lived in small, egalitarian groups without chiefs or headmen. Religion served them as an invisible government. It bound people together, committing them to put their community’s needs ahead of their own self-interest. For fear of divine punishment, people followed rules of self-restraint toward members of the community. Religion also emboldened them to give their lives in battle against outsiders. Groups fortified by religious belief would have prevailed over those that lacked it, and genes that prompted the mind toward ritual would eventually have become universal.
In natural selection, it is genes that enable their owners to leave more surviving progeny that become more common. The idea that natural selection can favor groups, instead of acting directly on individuals, is highly controversial. Though Darwin proposed the idea, the traditional view among biologists is that selection on individuals would stamp out altruistic behavior (the altruists who spent time helping others would leave fewer children of their own) far faster than group-level selection could favor it.
But group selection has recently gained two powerful champions, the biologists David Sloan Wilson and Edward O. Wilson, who argued that two special circumstances in recent human evolution would have given group selection much more of an edge than usual. One is the highly egalitarian nature of hunter-gatherer societies, which makes everyone behave alike and gives individual altruists a better chance of passing on their genes. The other is intense warfare between groups, which enhances group-level selection in favor of community-benefiting behaviors such as altruism and religion.
A propensity to learn the religion of one’s community became so firmly implanted in the human neural circuitry, according to this new view, that religion was retained when hunter-gatherers, starting from 15,000 years ago, began to settle in fixed communities. In the larger, hierarchical societies made possible by settled living, rulers co-opted religion as their source of authority. Roman emperors made themselves chief priest or even a living god, though most had the taste to wait till after death for deification. “Drat, I think I’m becoming a god!” Vespasian joked on his deathbed.
Religion was also harnessed to vital practical tasks such as agriculture, which in the first societies to practice it required quite unaccustomed forms of labor and organization. Many religions bear traces of the spring and autumn festivals that helped get crops planted and harvested at the right time. Passover once marked the beginning of the barley festival; Easter, linked to the date of Passover, is a spring festival.
Could the evolutionary perspective on religion become the basis for some kind of detente between religion and science? Biologists and many atheists have a lot of respect for evolution and its workings, and if they regarded religious behavior as an evolved instinct they might see religion more favorably, or at least recognize its constructive roles. Religion is often blamed for its spectacular excesses, whether in promoting persecution or warfare, but gets less credit for its staple function of patching up the moral fabric of society. But perhaps it doesn’t deserve either blame or credit. If religion is seen as a means of generating social cohesion, it is a society and its leaders that put that cohesion to good or bad ends.
Nicholas Wade, a science reporter for The New York Times, is the author of “The Faith Instinct: How Religion Evolved and Why It Endures.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Terrorist Swine Attack! The Twin Silo's and many American IHOP destroyed!
Led by a Beady-Eyed, Snorting Fanatic... O' Sow-A been Larden, the radical sect of Pigstyism is taking hold in the world's impoverished and Marginalized Swine. Unknown even to much of his species, let alone the Unsuspecting American Public, 'been Larden has carrried off an attack of such magnitude that makes 9/11 look like a "day in the Park".
Lulling gulllible Mexicans into crosing the Border, with a Biogenetically altered "Swine" Flu, (for which the author was vaccinated against in third Grade), they streamed into America's Heartland last Night and by hijacking three "Really Big Tractors" form Iowan Farmer, Fatty Arbuckle, they rammed these vehicles fully loaded with exposives, apparently made of Fertilizer amd Farm Wastes, into the Famous Springfield , MO's MidWest GateWays Mall's, Larget Twin Silos in the US of A"
Loss of Life is untold at this moment, but initial reports state that the Twin Silo's were leveled.
Dr. Wiley Dickerson, reknowned Swine terrorist Expert, expects more of these attacks to occur. "These Crazy Pigs are everywhere, I believe that given the Prominence of North Carolina Pig Farming and the Symbolic Value of "South of the Border" to I-95'ers, The American South,and Mexicans the next strike is imminent."
Public health Officails have warned all, from ingesting any Ham, Bacon, all Pig related Poducts as they believe Suicide Pig terrorists have intentially Poisoned themselves, so there By Products will bring down the very Fabric of American Society, by ruining Breakfast Buffets and Bar-B-Q 's eveyrhere.
We received a cryptic message.."Pedro sez, Oink, Oink, Pigs will come Tamale."
The President echoes the warnings of Dickerson and Homeland security, Gather your families bring in the Dogs....I read Animal Farm" by Orwell and realize the enormity of the crisis.
Israili Leader, Noshi No'ham cast support, but also an admonishment..."you think we Jews avoid Pork for fun...Hell No, you don't want to Piss Off that many Huge, Fat, Mudlovers, make them as happy as a Pig in shit! Worse than the Ham-ass Terror Group, I'd say"
"I hope the Dolphins and Chimps don't hear of this Terrorist Pig Organization, run by O'sow-A been Larden and activate their Cells or we will be in Deep Shit, said the President" at the end of this moment's Press Breifing. He will be off to Camp David later, with KFC only.
Lulling gulllible Mexicans into crosing the Border, with a Biogenetically altered "Swine" Flu, (for which the author was vaccinated against in third Grade), they streamed into America's Heartland last Night and by hijacking three "Really Big Tractors" form Iowan Farmer, Fatty Arbuckle, they rammed these vehicles fully loaded with exposives, apparently made of Fertilizer amd Farm Wastes, into the Famous Springfield , MO's MidWest GateWays Mall's, Larget Twin Silos in the US of A"
Loss of Life is untold at this moment, but initial reports state that the Twin Silo's were leveled.
Dr. Wiley Dickerson, reknowned Swine terrorist Expert, expects more of these attacks to occur. "These Crazy Pigs are everywhere, I believe that given the Prominence of North Carolina Pig Farming and the Symbolic Value of "South of the Border" to I-95'ers, The American South,and Mexicans the next strike is imminent."
Public health Officails have warned all, from ingesting any Ham, Bacon, all Pig related Poducts as they believe Suicide Pig terrorists have intentially Poisoned themselves, so there By Products will bring down the very Fabric of American Society, by ruining Breakfast Buffets and Bar-B-Q 's eveyrhere.
We received a cryptic message.."Pedro sez, Oink, Oink, Pigs will come Tamale."
The President echoes the warnings of Dickerson and Homeland security, Gather your families bring in the Dogs....I read Animal Farm" by Orwell and realize the enormity of the crisis.
Israili Leader, Noshi No'ham cast support, but also an admonishment..."you think we Jews avoid Pork for fun...Hell No, you don't want to Piss Off that many Huge, Fat, Mudlovers, make them as happy as a Pig in shit! Worse than the Ham-ass Terror Group, I'd say"
"I hope the Dolphins and Chimps don't hear of this Terrorist Pig Organization, run by O'sow-A been Larden and activate their Cells or we will be in Deep Shit, said the President" at the end of this moment's Press Breifing. He will be off to Camp David later, with KFC only.
Travelogue Completed
Reknowned Expert on Human Misbehaviour, Dr. Wiley Dickerson has finally completed his long anticipated Travelogue entitled, "Take 'em, Wait, and the Pick 'em Up".
It is expected to rise to the International Bestseller lists quickly, although some heralded Critics including Claire Dickerson has pronouced the book, "gross, embarrassing, and random". St. Pete's Gazette Editor, Will Dickerson declared after reading an advance copy, that" the Author is way too dramatic and tells too much of his Kid's Personal Stuff".
Child Advocate,Professor Donna Whalen, stated the dangers of such a Travelogue. " Dr. Dickerson is placing his entire family in harm's way by publishing exact itenararies of his Childrens activities. One Day a Plain, White Van will show up driven by Mexicans and toss his kids in the back. You all know what happens next..... He will regret his MegaBucks then, Let me tell you."
Finally his former,staunchest supporter turned vocal Rebutalist, his Wife, Kimberly Ann, has spoken out against the Book. "He is a real Whiner.....,Drive, Drive, Drive...., he writes....He really doesn't do crap. I work all day and who do you think picks up the kids 90% of the time. He just sits on the computer, trying to get people to feel sorry for him. What a Matyr he is! Put this book under Fiction, For Sure!" The interviewer had a chance to ask the Author's 11 year-old son, George,what he thought of his Dad's book. " I am the Star of the book from what I heard so I like it so far. I don't really read, so I thought Dad was just making up stories again. He does that, you know...."
Dickerson feels that this controversary his book is generating is a lot of Jealousy from Has-beens and Wannabees and relishes the Press, Good or Bad.
"Everybody like to hear something bad about you, this load of BS from those Losers is gonna send my Sales through the Roof ! Nobel Prize , Here I Come!!!
Book will hit the stores April 1 for $29.99. Book tour dates: TBA.
It is expected to rise to the International Bestseller lists quickly, although some heralded Critics including Claire Dickerson has pronouced the book, "gross, embarrassing, and random". St. Pete's Gazette Editor, Will Dickerson declared after reading an advance copy, that" the Author is way too dramatic and tells too much of his Kid's Personal Stuff".
Child Advocate,Professor Donna Whalen, stated the dangers of such a Travelogue. " Dr. Dickerson is placing his entire family in harm's way by publishing exact itenararies of his Childrens activities. One Day a Plain, White Van will show up driven by Mexicans and toss his kids in the back. You all know what happens next..... He will regret his MegaBucks then, Let me tell you."
Finally his former,staunchest supporter turned vocal Rebutalist, his Wife, Kimberly Ann, has spoken out against the Book. "He is a real Whiner.....,Drive, Drive, Drive...., he writes....He really doesn't do crap. I work all day and who do you think picks up the kids 90% of the time. He just sits on the computer, trying to get people to feel sorry for him. What a Matyr he is! Put this book under Fiction, For Sure!" The interviewer had a chance to ask the Author's 11 year-old son, George,what he thought of his Dad's book. " I am the Star of the book from what I heard so I like it so far. I don't really read, so I thought Dad was just making up stories again. He does that, you know...."
Dickerson feels that this controversary his book is generating is a lot of Jealousy from Has-beens and Wannabees and relishes the Press, Good or Bad.
"Everybody like to hear something bad about you, this load of BS from those Losers is gonna send my Sales through the Roof ! Nobel Prize , Here I Come!!!
Book will hit the stores April 1 for $29.99. Book tour dates: TBA.
Winner,Winner...Chicken Dinner!!!!
Coach Wiley Dickerson pushed his own son, George, down on the ground and ran into the game to score the final Goal that clinched the Beaufort "Blue Crabs" victory in the SC State Soccer Cup on Sunday in Columbia.
" I deserved it" , says undefeated Coach D. Despite the fact that the boys played all four games destroying all who dared oppose them, Dickerson still asserted, " The kids were like Pawns..I just used my Giant Brain and the Players moved exactly as I telepathically instructed them to".
Dickerson was seen later to kiss, polish and fondle the Team's large Trophy and muttering, "My Precious" repeatedly under his breath.
" I deserved it" , says undefeated Coach D. Despite the fact that the boys played all four games destroying all who dared oppose them, Dickerson still asserted, " The kids were like Pawns..I just used my Giant Brain and the Players moved exactly as I telepathically instructed them to".
Dickerson was seen later to kiss, polish and fondle the Team's large Trophy and muttering, "My Precious" repeatedly under his breath.
Youth Socer Coach, Wiley Dickerson, loses mind after "being robbed of Victory today!
Coach Dickerson before Police arrive
Previously well-respected Youth Soccer Guru and Prominent Beaufort, SC Physician, really lost it today according to well placed sources at the Under 12 Elite Division Low County seimifinals against the NASA-Strikers, when his Sea Island Sharks lost 2-1. Says his son, 11 year old Striker, George Dickerson,
" the old man really went crazy, there was some bad calls, but there was no need for what he did.
Its really embarrassing!"
Apparently Dickerson initially became angry believing that the Strikers had added his team's Arch Nemesis, Jimmy Derkins to the Lineup as a Guest Player for the Semi-Final Match. His wife , Kim comments, "I don't know why I don't divorce him, I am totally humiliated. These are Kids and he acts like its the World Cup!"
Dickerson began screaming after several handballs and an offsides were not called. "Then the shit really hit the fan! ", comments assistant coach, Kenny Campbell." he began yelling that he was not going to be robbed of his championship, by any Ref, blind as Bat and had obviously paid off by the Striker-Derkins Cabal", then he did a Slide tackle on the Possible Derkins, as he lept off the bench"
Quickly came the Red card and ejection, which was handed to him by the wary Chief Referee, Lars Larrson. By then he had thrown all the chairs onto the Field, and was spitting on the Striker Coaches although attempts were made to restrian him. Pounding the Ground, Howling and Crying allowed the Mt. Pleasant SWAT team to Taser him and take him downtown to be booked.
His wife has no plans to bail him out, , "he never shuts up about the team and wants to run plays with me , the Dogs, Cats and Lawn Furiture every Evening." He is a real Mainiac..its ironic he is a
Pychiatrist"
well, I guess its Physician Heal thyself and Happy Mothers Day to me! "
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Renowned Beaufort Parent, Wiley Dickerson, asked for "THE TALK" by 11 year old Son
Well known Psychiatrist, Sexologist and Respected Parent, Dr. Wiley Dickerson, was shocked into momentary speechlessness today when asked by his eleven -year old son, George to be given "THE TALK".
Although there has been a rash of reported girlfriends reported by his son, Dr. Dickerson felt the time was not yet right for "the Talk" to be given. Questioning his apparently precocious Child, he dismissed the issue initially by stating " the TALK" you don't need a talk, except on how to clean your room, even if you knew anything.... what are you going to do about it? "
His son retorted that, he quote " knew it all already but was just giving Dad a chance to fill in some gaps" In derision, Dickerson Sr, fired back"What do you know about any of the TALK?!
His son then mentioned his Fiend Noah's " BOOK" , and that he knew it all from South Park anyhow (which is going to get him in trouble)". When asked how all of it works from Noah's Book and the all- knowing South Park, he answered,
"The Daddy puts his Hoo-Hoo Dillly in the Momma's Cha-Cha !"
At that Dr. Dickerson's jaw dropped in amazement at the accuracy of this depiction of the Act of Sexual congress that he further disclosed information previously classified to young George, while looking up all the sexually transmitted disease Pictures he could find on the web.
Later the two went out for beers at the local Hooters.....
Although there has been a rash of reported girlfriends reported by his son, Dr. Dickerson felt the time was not yet right for "the Talk" to be given. Questioning his apparently precocious Child, he dismissed the issue initially by stating " the TALK" you don't need a talk, except on how to clean your room, even if you knew anything.... what are you going to do about it? "
His son retorted that, he quote " knew it all already but was just giving Dad a chance to fill in some gaps" In derision, Dickerson Sr, fired back"What do you know about any of the TALK?!
His son then mentioned his Fiend Noah's " BOOK" , and that he knew it all from South Park anyhow (which is going to get him in trouble)". When asked how all of it works from Noah's Book and the all- knowing South Park, he answered,
"The Daddy puts his Hoo-Hoo Dillly in the Momma's Cha-Cha !"
At that Dr. Dickerson's jaw dropped in amazement at the accuracy of this depiction of the Act of Sexual congress that he further disclosed information previously classified to young George, while looking up all the sexually transmitted disease Pictures he could find on the web.
Later the two went out for beers at the local Hooters.....
"Talks with Doc Wiley, Part 3" , August 2008, Time Magazine
Time Magazine, 8/15/2009
Third Part of Ongoing Feature Interviews with Wiley Dickerson, M.D. re' "Social Networking and the New Intellectualism"
DW: Well, as to the story that I actually started Facebook, I would say...well, it kind of invented itself, didn't it?
TM: Of course, but you were instrumental in making it come together...true?
DW:Yeah, I mean... I was there at the beginning and contributing a lot, but I would not claim to have invented it...maybe I did...hmmm, but it wasn't really like that. It was like a core group of very brilliant, Futurist people from all over Cyberspace just throwing out vibes of Raw Creativity and Intellect.
You may find it funny but back then, we called it the "Book of Minds" and every one had a symbol or concept or maybe nothing at all to represent themselves....it was wild..I can still smell the coffee, Adderall and Clove Cigarettes.
TM: Things changed though?
DW: yeah..yeah they did. Everything seems to... doesn't it? ....the Universe expands..people grow up.
TM: Well, I am asking you about FB in Particular...
DW: Well, there was a cadre of people, G-Force was one of them who wanted to take the Abstract out of it all, you know..make it smart but real. She called it the "Book of Faces" and the idea was sorta like... "Hey anemic,computer Geek, get out from behind the Console, put your "Real Face" out there and maybe these intricate, imaginative, and really awesomely influential thoughts would become more real to us...and others.. I guess. You'd have to ask her, but that's what I thought it meant.
TM: And then what happened,?
DW: Man , we lost all control and the masses took over...that's why I would claim to be an innovative force behind the Birth of Facebook, but once there was a Real Face with Real ideas, everybody began to jump on the bandwagon and They were the Real Inventors. We were saying at first," put YOUR face on your Web Page, Skip the Bullshit, and just let it all hang out, your Photo, your creativity, your intellect, your imagination....Man...Put YOU out there.
TM: Then the teens jumped in...
WD: Jumped! ...Holy Shit!... They dove in Facefirst, but they didn't give a damn about the intellectualism, that we were all about....they wanted to chat, flirt, play games..share all kinda of crap with each other.
However.... It wasn't until the young and mid-Life Adults got grooved on to it, did it get weird. At the time, there was no filter..so anybody could write stuff on your page and just be a voyeur on your site.
I rember People writing" F-Off Wiley" or "WTF DOCTOR. DORK, ROFL" on my Page.
I had to laugh, but it was making people uncomfortable, all of a sudden, your ex- from High School was wrting, the guy you hate down the street, People you didn't even remember from ..like... Pre-K !
I think it was Mindy Murff, who got overwhelmed first, almost went catatonic,with all these Weirdo's from High school writing on her "personal" space, sending strange notes, asking her out.... etc....Dr. Patti Walton who wrote "You better Leave my Ass Alone!: No more Cyberbullying!", suggesting putting the Friend filter in..........
Doc Wiley, while Professor of Futurology at Paris-Sorbonne University , 2004.
Third Part of Ongoing Feature Interviews with Wiley Dickerson, M.D. re' "Social Networking and the New Intellectualism"
DW: Well, as to the story that I actually started Facebook, I would say...well, it kind of invented itself, didn't it?
TM: Of course, but you were instrumental in making it come together...true?
DW:Yeah, I mean... I was there at the beginning and contributing a lot, but I would not claim to have invented it...maybe I did...hmmm, but it wasn't really like that. It was like a core group of very brilliant, Futurist people from all over Cyberspace just throwing out vibes of Raw Creativity and Intellect.
You may find it funny but back then, we called it the "Book of Minds" and every one had a symbol or concept or maybe nothing at all to represent themselves....it was wild..I can still smell the coffee, Adderall and Clove Cigarettes.
TM: Things changed though?
DW: yeah..yeah they did. Everything seems to... doesn't it? ....the Universe expands..people grow up.
TM: Well, I am asking you about FB in Particular...
DW: Well, there was a cadre of people, G-Force was one of them who wanted to take the Abstract out of it all, you know..make it smart but real. She called it the "Book of Faces" and the idea was sorta like... "Hey anemic,computer Geek, get out from behind the Console, put your "Real Face" out there and maybe these intricate, imaginative, and really awesomely influential thoughts would become more real to us...and others.. I guess. You'd have to ask her, but that's what I thought it meant.
TM: And then what happened,?
DW: Man , we lost all control and the masses took over...that's why I would claim to be an innovative force behind the Birth of Facebook, but once there was a Real Face with Real ideas, everybody began to jump on the bandwagon and They were the Real Inventors. We were saying at first," put YOUR face on your Web Page, Skip the Bullshit, and just let it all hang out, your Photo, your creativity, your intellect, your imagination....Man...Put YOU out there.
TM: Then the teens jumped in...
WD: Jumped! ...Holy Shit!... They dove in Facefirst, but they didn't give a damn about the intellectualism, that we were all about....they wanted to chat, flirt, play games..share all kinda of crap with each other.
However.... It wasn't until the young and mid-Life Adults got grooved on to it, did it get weird. At the time, there was no filter..so anybody could write stuff on your page and just be a voyeur on your site.
I rember People writing" F-Off Wiley" or "WTF DOCTOR. DORK, ROFL" on my Page.
I had to laugh, but it was making people uncomfortable, all of a sudden, your ex- from High School was wrting, the guy you hate down the street, People you didn't even remember from ..like... Pre-K !
I think it was Mindy Murff, who got overwhelmed first, almost went catatonic,with all these Weirdo's from High school writing on her "personal" space, sending strange notes, asking her out.... etc....Dr. Patti Walton who wrote "You better Leave my Ass Alone!: No more Cyberbullying!", suggesting putting the Friend filter in..........
Doc Wiley, while Professor of Futurology at Paris-Sorbonne University , 2004.
Local Man Breaks out in Sweat at Wife's Wardrobe Question
Prominent Beaufort Civic Leader, Wiley Dickerson broke into a Sweat and felt "kinda trapped" this afternoon, when his Wife asked a Question about a New Outfit she bought.
Says Dickerson, "I was minding my own business, when my wife Kim came out from Bedroon wearing a nice Floral Ensemble. She had been shoppng that day and had a few questions for me."
Imediately alert, Dickerson said he felt adrenaline began to course through his body.
"Do you think this outfit makes my hips big?......and then " I mean do I look Fat in this?" his wife of many years, Kim Dickerson asked expectantly.
A veteran of this type of question, which to his knowledge, he has never answered correctly, he states to this Reporter that he fought back the urge to blurt out too quickly...."No way! It looks Beautiful on you, makes you look thinner, in fact!", as a too spontaneous assement could be interpreted as Dickerson not really considering the Hip and Fat implications Properly.
Trying not to let on to the fact this Anxiety level was rising...He waited , Looking with an Air of Studiness that he has cultivated, at his Wife's clothes and then asking her to make a turn. "Why... does it already make me look Fat from the Front!!!" she demanded. "No, No", Dickerson reports he stated said in a placating voice , "It 's very beautiful, I just want to see it all the way around you...you asked my honest opinion, Didn't you? " he cleverly answered back.
With his best look of Women's Fashion Apparale Appraisement, he studied the look and fit for 41.3 sec, which he had previously determined optimal for believability. Deciding not to push too hard by asking her for another turn, which this Reporte note he has had only a 47% success rate, Dickerson, calmly as he could muster, despite his skyrocketing sense of Doom, smoothly delivered.. " You know honey, I think it reminds me of that blue dress that you bought that I like so much, you look good....I think its a good fit"
She apparently looked at him with narrowed eyes," you said that last time, when I asked you about clothes...plus you never said anything about it making me look skinnier or normal......
Descending in despair, he quickly retorted but with a bit of desperation in his voice, which she detected.."You didn't ask me about Skinny, you said does it make me look Fat! "
"Well if you didn't think I was fat, you would have said it" he noes she said delivering the Coup de Grais...while he sunk low into the couch.Reaching to break even...."but you always look Skinny and Beautiful to me! "
Hoping against hope..he met her gaze evenly although he felt his left eye give a slight nervous tic..."You always say that..." she noted neutrally but not angered, and then pivoted and went back to the bedroom, while Dickerson sunk into the Couch relieved but mentally exhausted.
He had done it though.. his Husband Survival Skills came through.. "Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner, he laughed to himself as Self satisfication set in and he turned on ESPN.
Then he heard a voice from the Bedroom," Hun, Don't go anywhere I want to Show you these Pants"..............
Says Dickerson, "I was minding my own business, when my wife Kim came out from Bedroon wearing a nice Floral Ensemble. She had been shoppng that day and had a few questions for me."
Imediately alert, Dickerson said he felt adrenaline began to course through his body.
"Do you think this outfit makes my hips big?......and then " I mean do I look Fat in this?" his wife of many years, Kim Dickerson asked expectantly.
A veteran of this type of question, which to his knowledge, he has never answered correctly, he states to this Reporter that he fought back the urge to blurt out too quickly...."No way! It looks Beautiful on you, makes you look thinner, in fact!", as a too spontaneous assement could be interpreted as Dickerson not really considering the Hip and Fat implications Properly.
Trying not to let on to the fact this Anxiety level was rising...He waited , Looking with an Air of Studiness that he has cultivated, at his Wife's clothes and then asking her to make a turn. "Why... does it already make me look Fat from the Front!!!" she demanded. "No, No", Dickerson reports he stated said in a placating voice , "It 's very beautiful, I just want to see it all the way around you...you asked my honest opinion, Didn't you? " he cleverly answered back.
With his best look of Women's Fashion Apparale Appraisement, he studied the look and fit for 41.3 sec, which he had previously determined optimal for believability. Deciding not to push too hard by asking her for another turn, which this Reporte note he has had only a 47% success rate, Dickerson, calmly as he could muster, despite his skyrocketing sense of Doom, smoothly delivered.. " You know honey, I think it reminds me of that blue dress that you bought that I like so much, you look good....I think its a good fit"
She apparently looked at him with narrowed eyes," you said that last time, when I asked you about clothes...plus you never said anything about it making me look skinnier or normal......
Descending in despair, he quickly retorted but with a bit of desperation in his voice, which she detected.."You didn't ask me about Skinny, you said does it make me look Fat! "
"Well if you didn't think I was fat, you would have said it" he noes she said delivering the Coup de Grais...while he sunk low into the couch.Reaching to break even...."but you always look Skinny and Beautiful to me! "
Hoping against hope..he met her gaze evenly although he felt his left eye give a slight nervous tic..."You always say that..." she noted neutrally but not angered, and then pivoted and went back to the bedroom, while Dickerson sunk into the Couch relieved but mentally exhausted.
He had done it though.. his Husband Survival Skills came through.. "Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner, he laughed to himself as Self satisfication set in and he turned on ESPN.
Then he heard a voice from the Bedroom," Hun, Don't go anywhere I want to Show you these Pants"..............
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
A Slow Death
The ER was hopping, traumas were coming in and I was called in to see a Suicidal Patient, Rob G.
He was 21, self declared "Emo", and was down from the Upstate visiting a sister. She had called the Police as she was afraid he might harm her children.
When I went into the room, he was in the Fetal Position and only began talking after he realized it was the quickest way to get me to leave.
Doc Wiley: So what's up? How did you end up in the ER?
Rob G. : My sister called the cops, said I was weird, and then she kicked me out.
(Just then my favorite Night Nurse ,Katie, brings me his Urine Drug Screen.)
DW: Impressive, You managed to pop positive in 6 out of 7!
RG: what did I miss?
DW: Hallucinogens..too bad , almost a straight sweep.
RG: What are those...
DW: you know LSD, 'Shrooms
RG: Oh yeah, I don't like them, they mess me up......
DW: Hmmmm.... So I hear you were wanting to kill yourself.
RG: ...........
DW: ...And..
RG: I was going to jump in front of a car.
DW: What stopped you?
RG: They were all going too fast.....I was waiting on a slow one.
DW: Seems like a fast Car would work better though..doesn't it? I mean if you are trying to kill yourself.
RG:Well I didn't want to get too hurt bad, even if I was killing myself.
He was 21, self declared "Emo", and was down from the Upstate visiting a sister. She had called the Police as she was afraid he might harm her children.
When I went into the room, he was in the Fetal Position and only began talking after he realized it was the quickest way to get me to leave.
Doc Wiley: So what's up? How did you end up in the ER?
Rob G. : My sister called the cops, said I was weird, and then she kicked me out.
(Just then my favorite Night Nurse ,Katie, brings me his Urine Drug Screen.)
DW: Impressive, You managed to pop positive in 6 out of 7!
RG: what did I miss?
DW: Hallucinogens..too bad , almost a straight sweep.
RG: What are those...
DW: you know LSD, 'Shrooms
RG: Oh yeah, I don't like them, they mess me up......
DW: Hmmmm.... So I hear you were wanting to kill yourself.
RG: ...........
DW: ...And..
RG: I was going to jump in front of a car.
DW: What stopped you?
RG: They were all going too fast.....I was waiting on a slow one.
DW: Seems like a fast Car would work better though..doesn't it? I mean if you are trying to kill yourself.
RG:
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Pluff Mud -Dirigible Squadron Scrambles for Balloon Boy Pursuit
PLUFF MUD: ONCE YOU GET IN
....YOU CAN'T GET OUT
Pentagon Officials Estimate the Cost of "Balloon Boy" Pursuit to the U.S. Taxpayer at 50.1 million dollars. The U.S. Air Force's Special Dirigible Squadron was scrambled as soon as news reached the Air Guard's Post at Hindenburg Field in Windy Hill, NC that a small boy had accidently taken off in a Balloon.
With a Service that has a storied and sometimes controversial history that includes the downing of a disguised Kansas State Fair Balloon, at the time believed to be an alien vessel, piloted by the popularly called "Wizard of Oz", alias Oscar Zoraster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs an Omaha, Nebraska sideshowman, ventriloquist, and magician , as well as the most recent celebrated saving of the Poughkeepsie, NY native, Miss Tibbs, a Brown Tabby Cat who had climbed up the tallest tree in the area, and was believed to be stuck before the intervention of the USAF SDS. On Thursday, six-year-old Falcon Heene's parents called 911, claiming the boy was in the UFO-shaped balloon when it drifted away from the family's backyard.
When the balloon landed after being disabled by one of the Dirigible Services Pursuit Craft, "The Pufferfish" an 80-kilometre flight, Falcon was nowhere to be found. He was discovered five hours later at home, hiding in the rafters of the family's garage.
Soon after realizing that the 6 year old brat had pulled a fast one, the Pentagon began work on the cost that this stunt had caused the US, hoping it would distract the American Public from the recent disclosure of the 1.6 trillion in R & D for the Prototype Nuclear Attack Zepplin, the He-2.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Chimps don't Overdose
A Long, Melancholy Roar
On a recent evening at twilight, I was sitting on the grass in Regent’s Park — one of London’s most manicured public spaces — when I heard the fierce, melancholy sound of a lion’s roar.
I wasn’t dreaming: it was coming from the zoo. Listening to it, I began to reflect on predators — and us.
On returning home, I did some reading. I discovered that between 1990 and 2004, lions attacked 815 people in Tanzania, killing 563. Some of the victims were pulled out of bed during the night after lions forced their way inside huts. Between January 2000 and March 2004, crocodiles in Namibia attacked 35 people, killing 23. In the 34 months from January 2005 to October 2007, leopards in the Indian state of Kashmir attacked 18 people, killing 16. In the Sundarban swamps of Bangladesh, tigers killed at least 20 people last year. Dig around, and you can also find records of deaths from attacks by bears, cougars, sharks and a number of other wild beasts.
It’s hard to imagine how terrifying such a death must be. To be asleep in bed and to wake to hear a rustling sound, to see an animal leaping, to feel its breath on your face — think of the sweat, the panic, the contraction of your gut, the pounding of your heart, the gasping screams.
For many of our fellow creatures, such terrors are part of daily life: other animals exist in a world of threat that humans today rarely glimpse. These days, thankfully, we are not used to being hunted. Most of us are more likely to be struck by lightning than we are to die at the paws of a bear or the teeth of a shark. And so we spend little time in that dark, primeval place of alarm, fear, adrenaline and (perhaps) gory death. For us, death usually comes in other forms.
Of our ancient enemies, microbes are now the most fearsome. Indeed, next to the figures for viruses and other infectious agents, deaths caused by predators are barely worth mentioning.
Just think: HIV/AIDS chalked up 2 million deaths across the planet in 2007 alone; tuberculosis was close behind, with more than 1,700,000. The year before, malaria escorted almost a million people to their graves. We should be far more scared of mosquitoes than we are of bears; but we’re not.
Why not? It’s hard to be sure, but my guess is that it has to do with the way our brains are wired up. Just as the moose fears the wolf and the chickadee the owl, we easily fear lions and bears because the connection between danger and the animal is clear and immediate. It is harder, I suspect, to evolve fear of a mosquito because the deadly fever it brings does not happen straight after the bite. Instead, there is a time delay of days, weeks or years. In fact, the connection between mosquito bites and malarial fever is so obscure that we weren’t sure of it until 1897. But our forebears have been making connections between predators and death for ages.
Although predators are not an important problem for most of us today, they surely were for our ancestors. Indeed, millions of years ago, fear of predators would have been one of the forces that caused our ancestors to evolve to live in groups. The seeds of our social lives were watered with blood and nurtured by the roar of the lion and the claw of the leopard.
More recently, however, it’s been the case that the mammal most likely to kill a human is: a human. Murder and war have long been more important causes of death for us than predatory wild animals.
You can see it in the landscape. In northern Romania, monasteries were fortified against marauding armies, and painted inside and out with scenes of martyrs being massacred. Further south, in Transylvania, the churches were fortified to withstand siege. In northern India, almost every town has a fort. Southern France is littered with the ruins of fortified castles and towns. In English forests, you can often find the remnants of iron-age defenses. All traces of peoples defending themselves from attack. We are our own most fearsome predator, and have been so for thousands of years.
Some other animals are also important predators of themselves. A lion has more to fear from another lion than it does from any other animal but us. Males taking over a pride routinely kill all the cubs they can find, and lions from neighboring territories sometimes kill each other. Chimpanzees kill each other at an alarming rate; and they are far more aggressive towards each other on a daily basis than we humans are.
But here’s the thing. Today, in many parts of the world, the human being most likely to cause your violent death is: you.
Yes. You are the person most likely to kill yourself violently and on purpose. Suicide rates have risen dramatically over the past 50 years. Worldwide, deaths from suicide now outnumber deaths from war and homicide together: the World Health Organization estimates that each year around one million people — predominantly men — kill themselves. The true number is probably higher, because for many countries there is no data. In some countries, suicide is now among the top ten causes of death. For the young, worldwide, it’s in the top five.
A huge effort has rightly been devoted to trying to understand the particular causes of suicide in different places — unemployment, drug addiction, relationship breakdown, intelligence, predisposing genes, what your mother ate while you were in the womb and so on.
But here’s another way to look at it. No other animal does this. Chimpanzees don’t hang themselves from trees, slit their wrists, set themselves alight, or otherwise destroy themselves. Suicide is an essentially human behavior. And it has reached unprecedented levels, especially among the young.
I’m not sure what this means. But it has made me think. We live in a way that no other animal has ever lived: our lifestyle is unprecedented in the history of the planet. Often, we like to congratulate ourselves on the cities we have built, the gadgets we can buy, the rockets we send to the moon. But perhaps we should not be so proud. Something about the way we live means that, for many of us, life comes to seem unbearable, a long, melancholy ache of despair.
On a recent evening at twilight, I was sitting on the grass in Regent’s Park — one of London’s most manicured public spaces — when I heard the fierce, melancholy sound of a lion’s roar.
I wasn’t dreaming: it was coming from the zoo. Listening to it, I began to reflect on predators — and us.
On returning home, I did some reading. I discovered that between 1990 and 2004, lions attacked 815 people in Tanzania, killing 563. Some of the victims were pulled out of bed during the night after lions forced their way inside huts. Between January 2000 and March 2004, crocodiles in Namibia attacked 35 people, killing 23. In the 34 months from January 2005 to October 2007, leopards in the Indian state of Kashmir attacked 18 people, killing 16. In the Sundarban swamps of Bangladesh, tigers killed at least 20 people last year. Dig around, and you can also find records of deaths from attacks by bears, cougars, sharks and a number of other wild beasts.
It’s hard to imagine how terrifying such a death must be. To be asleep in bed and to wake to hear a rustling sound, to see an animal leaping, to feel its breath on your face — think of the sweat, the panic, the contraction of your gut, the pounding of your heart, the gasping screams.
For many of our fellow creatures, such terrors are part of daily life: other animals exist in a world of threat that humans today rarely glimpse. These days, thankfully, we are not used to being hunted. Most of us are more likely to be struck by lightning than we are to die at the paws of a bear or the teeth of a shark. And so we spend little time in that dark, primeval place of alarm, fear, adrenaline and (perhaps) gory death. For us, death usually comes in other forms.
Of our ancient enemies, microbes are now the most fearsome. Indeed, next to the figures for viruses and other infectious agents, deaths caused by predators are barely worth mentioning.
Just think: HIV/AIDS chalked up 2 million deaths across the planet in 2007 alone; tuberculosis was close behind, with more than 1,700,000. The year before, malaria escorted almost a million people to their graves. We should be far more scared of mosquitoes than we are of bears; but we’re not.
Why not? It’s hard to be sure, but my guess is that it has to do with the way our brains are wired up. Just as the moose fears the wolf and the chickadee the owl, we easily fear lions and bears because the connection between danger and the animal is clear and immediate. It is harder, I suspect, to evolve fear of a mosquito because the deadly fever it brings does not happen straight after the bite. Instead, there is a time delay of days, weeks or years. In fact, the connection between mosquito bites and malarial fever is so obscure that we weren’t sure of it until 1897. But our forebears have been making connections between predators and death for ages.
Although predators are not an important problem for most of us today, they surely were for our ancestors. Indeed, millions of years ago, fear of predators would have been one of the forces that caused our ancestors to evolve to live in groups. The seeds of our social lives were watered with blood and nurtured by the roar of the lion and the claw of the leopard.
More recently, however, it’s been the case that the mammal most likely to kill a human is: a human. Murder and war have long been more important causes of death for us than predatory wild animals.
You can see it in the landscape. In northern Romania, monasteries were fortified against marauding armies, and painted inside and out with scenes of martyrs being massacred. Further south, in Transylvania, the churches were fortified to withstand siege. In northern India, almost every town has a fort. Southern France is littered with the ruins of fortified castles and towns. In English forests, you can often find the remnants of iron-age defenses. All traces of peoples defending themselves from attack. We are our own most fearsome predator, and have been so for thousands of years.
Some other animals are also important predators of themselves. A lion has more to fear from another lion than it does from any other animal but us. Males taking over a pride routinely kill all the cubs they can find, and lions from neighboring territories sometimes kill each other. Chimpanzees kill each other at an alarming rate; and they are far more aggressive towards each other on a daily basis than we humans are.
But here’s the thing. Today, in many parts of the world, the human being most likely to cause your violent death is: you.
Yes. You are the person most likely to kill yourself violently and on purpose. Suicide rates have risen dramatically over the past 50 years. Worldwide, deaths from suicide now outnumber deaths from war and homicide together: the World Health Organization estimates that each year around one million people — predominantly men — kill themselves. The true number is probably higher, because for many countries there is no data. In some countries, suicide is now among the top ten causes of death. For the young, worldwide, it’s in the top five.
A huge effort has rightly been devoted to trying to understand the particular causes of suicide in different places — unemployment, drug addiction, relationship breakdown, intelligence, predisposing genes, what your mother ate while you were in the womb and so on.
But here’s another way to look at it. No other animal does this. Chimpanzees don’t hang themselves from trees, slit their wrists, set themselves alight, or otherwise destroy themselves. Suicide is an essentially human behavior. And it has reached unprecedented levels, especially among the young.
I’m not sure what this means. But it has made me think. We live in a way that no other animal has ever lived: our lifestyle is unprecedented in the history of the planet. Often, we like to congratulate ourselves on the cities we have built, the gadgets we can buy, the rockets we send to the moon. But perhaps we should not be so proud. Something about the way we live means that, for many of us, life comes to seem unbearable, a long, melancholy ache of despair.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Texting, Surfing, Studying?
Texting, Surfing, Studying?
By PERRI KLASS, M.D.
Certain subjects make self-righteous parents of us all: our children thinking they are doing homework when in reality the text messages are flying, the Internet browsers are open, the video is streaming, the loud rock music is blaring on the turntable — oh, wait, sorry, that last one was our parents complaining about us.
Heaven knows, I understand the feeling. And not just as a pediatrician. I have my own children — a high school student, a college student and a medical student — and I know the drill.
But if you ask the experts, they are pretty unanimous that we don’t know much.
“The literature looking at media and its impact on attentional skills is just in its infancy,” said Renee Hobbs, a professor of mass media and communications at Temple University and a specialist in media literacy.
Another expert, Dr. Dimitri Christakis, a professor of pediatrics at the University of Washington who is a leading researcher on children and the media, agreed. “The pace of science has not kept up with technology,” he told me.
And Dr. Victor C. Strasburger, a professor at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine, said, “Kids are spending an extraordinary amount of time with media,” but added: “We don’t really know what they pay attention to, what they don’t. We don’t know how it impacts their school performance, whether it impacts their school performance.”
A recent and much-discussed study showed decreased productivity in adults who were multitasking — or as Dr. Christakis put it, “The truth is you don’t really multitask, you just think you do; the brain can’t process two high-level cognitive things.” What you are actually doing, he went on, is “oscillating between the two.”
So are teenagers any better at oscillating?
“It may be that multitasking is more of a problem for us old brains,” Professor Hobbs said. Dr. Christakis speculated that teenagers might have some advantages, partly because of their presumably greater mental dexterity and partly — “and this is the part we don’t understand,” he said — “because they really have come of age with these technologies.”
That generational and technological gap reflects all the unanswered questions about what it means to grow up in this era, and probably accounts for some of the bewilderment many parents feel as they watch their children navigate the many and varied connections of modern adolescence.
Parents are digital immigrants, Dr. Christakis said; children are digital natives. “In the 20th century, you worried about a digital divide separating rich from poor,” he said. “That’s narrowed, and the one that’s emerging is separating parents from their children. We’re fairly clueless about the digital world they inhabit.”
So where does all this leave parents trying to help their own digital natives develop good study habits? Harris M. Cooper, a professor of psychology at Duke who has spent many years studying homework and its effects, says it’s important to keep in mind the overarching purpose of the assignment.
“One of the things that homework is supposed to do for us is help us generalize where we feel we can learn,” he told me, adding that part of successful adult functioning is “matching the task to the context.” In other words, you have to learn how you work and under what circumstances.
So I decided to test my digital immigrant biases — which tell me that no one can study effectively while watching, listening, surfing, messaging — against my professional experience, which tells me that medical students who don’t study effectively can’t learn the huge and complex body of material they have to master, and will therefore not pass their frequent tests. In other words, I asked my son and his friends, people in their early to middle 20s who do an awful lot of studying.
These medical students did sound like expert studiers, in that they had paid close attention to the different kinds of concentration required for different tasks.
“If I’m studying to memorize,” my son told me, “I’m still usually chatting” — instant messaging, that is. “But it’s usually not real-time chatting. I’ll look up every once in a while and I’ll chat; I may have a movie going on in the background, but I’ll go for a movie I’ve already seen.”
He had even conducted an experiment: “So I did a time study where I calculated on average how many pages of a paper I could read when I had a movie on in the background versus when I didn’t. I found I could read at about 80 percent efficiency.” So the distraction was worth it; it meant he could go on reading for much longer stretches.
That question of how to keep yourself studying for long periods preoccupied other medical students. One said she did her best studying at the gym, usually on the elliptical machines; she taped the lectures and played them over at a fast speed while working out.
But you can’t work out all the time. “The day before a big test,” she said, “I usually do go to the gym and listen and work through one of the lectures that I might feel is more important, and then I would just go through everything.”
As an immigrant, I will always lack a certain fluency when it comes to the digital world. And learning how we learn, the overarching assignment that Dr. Cooper described, is one that we parents can’t complete for our children — no, not even the most hopelessly overinvolved parents, the ones who stay up all night putting together the seventh-grade biology poster. (You know who you are.)
The advice my older son gave me about my younger son was, “Don’t worry about it till there’s something to worry about. If he’s doing well in his classes and his homework, fine!” And that was also Dr. Cooper’s advice to parents: “If they’re doing well, permitting them to have some choice permits them to find their own style.”
Ah, but I thought to myself mournfully, I still feel that something is lost. What about the all-consuming pleasure of reading something, really reading something, with no distractions? And the creative complexity of writing, making language flow from sentence to sentence, listening only to your inner voice?
And then I reflected on my own work habits, and the ways I have adopted the customs of this new country, and I wondered: Is this the slightly suspect nostalgia of the immigrant for the lovely but already mythological terrain that she herself has left behind?
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
"A human being is part of a whole, called by us the "universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of the consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us....We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive.
---Albert Einstein
I read this as an opening quote for a book about the importance of "Consequential Strangers" in our lives. In that there are people who are not our close friends but interact with us in some way that enriches our lives.
In thinking of Einstein's quote, although there are those who claim detachment from the World or an Absorption into the Godhead, his words seemed to presuppose something that may not be part of human experience as yet known.
As he would suggest, this "Breaking" of the Bubble of our personal consciousness ( how we perceive that we are alive and on this Earth , Existing) is entirely subjective. Only we are experiencing our own selves no matter how close another being can come. The Barrier is still there, another cannot share or affirm your experience of Consciousness.
If Einstein was alive now would he see the Internet and the experience of Virtuality as a step towards humanity's survival?
In my Personal Bubble, the advance in linking humans more by mind and thought rather than body, would seem to be a step towards what Einstein's feels is the breakdown of individual consciousness and more the development of a "Group Mind or perhaps a World Consciousness"
Religion, Philosophy, Materialism have not delivered on their promises, so could Technology possibly be the Catalyst? It is one reason why I have been so interested in the development of Massive Virtual Environments such as World of Warcraft, to a lesser extent Second Life and the rapid growth of Social Networking in Facebook or Twitter.
If this is the path to saving Humanity by breaking the bonds of self...we do run the risk of becoming victims of Virtuality, such as the world generated by the Victorious AI's in the Movie The Matrix. This layer of false reality imprisoned humanity in this movie. Could a Virtuality that only appeared to break down walls of Personal Consciousness, just be an Opiate for the Masses, especially designed to blunt the inescapable truths of Existence.
We Live, We Die, Our Person hood is stripped from us, so is there a realistic solution to this fate in which we combine and perhaps lose ourselves in another level of consciousness? Maybe at some point in the future, but I doubt Einstein would bet the survival of Humanity on his Facebook Page.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Three Things We Fear Most

The Three Things We Fear Most
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by Ezra Bayda
When things upset us, we often think that something is wrong. Perhaps the one time this is truest is when we experience fear. In fact, as human beings, we expend a huge portion of our energy dealing with anxiety and fear. This has certainly been apparent in the present economic upheavals and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. We live with an everyday reality that is tinged with personal and cultural anxiety. Our fears are not just the product of global events, however—they go to our very core. On a day-to-day level, fear often motivates how we act and react, and sometimes even how we dress or stand or talk. But fear makes our life narrow and dark. It is at the root of all conflict, underlying much of our sorrow. Fear also blocks intimacy and love and, more than anything, disconnects us from the lovingkindness that is our true nature.
Even considering how prevalent fear is in our lives, it nonetheless remains one of the murkiest areas to deal with, in daily life as well as in practice. This may sound bleak, but what is really the worst thing about fear? Though it is hard to admit, especially if we see ourselves as deeply spiritual, the main reason we have an aversion to fear is that it is physically and emotionally uncomfortable. Woody Allen put this quite well when he said, “I don’t like to be afraid—it scares me.” We simply don’t want to feel this discomfort and will do almost anything to avoid it. But whenever we give in to fear, we make it more solid, and our life becomes smaller, more limited, more contracted. In a way, every time we give in to fear, we cease to truly live.
We’re often not aware of the extent to which fear plays a part in our lives, which means that the first stage of practicing with fear requires acknowledging its presence. This can prove to be difficult, because many fears may not be readily apparent, such as the fear driving our ambition, the fear underlying our depression, or, perhaps most of all, the fear beneath our anger. But the fact is, once we look beyond our surface emotional reaction, we will see that almost every negative emotion, every drama, comes down to one or more of the three most basic fears: the fear of losing safety and control, the fear of aloneness and disconnection, and the fear of unworthiness.
Munch, from the series "Fear," Trenton Doyle Hancock, 2008, mixed media on paper, 22.25 x 22.5 inches. © Trenton Doyle Hancock, courtesy of the James Cohan Gallery, New York City
The first most basic fear is that of losing safety. Because safety is fundamental to our survival, this fear will instinctually be triggered at the first sign of danger or insecurity; the old brain, or limbic system, is inherently wired that way. This particular fear will also be triggered when we experience pain or discomfort. But in most cases, there is no real danger to us; in fact, our fears are largely imaginary— that the plane will crash, that we will be criticized, that we’re doing it wrong. Yet until we see this dimension of fear with clarity, we will continue to live with a sense of constriction that can seem daunting.
A central component of spiritual life is recognizing that practice is not about ensuring that we feel secure or comfortable. It’s not that we won’t feel these things when we practice; rather, it’s that we are also bound to some times feel very uncomfortable and insecure, particularly when exploring and working with our darker emotions and unhealed pain. Still, there is also a deep security developed over the course of a practice life that isn’t likely to resemble the immediate comfort we usually crave. This fundamental security develops instead out of the willingness to stay with and truly experience our fears. Isn’t it ironic that the path to real security comes from residing in the fear of insecurity itself?
Insecurity can also manifest as the fear of helplessness, often surfacing as the fear of losing control, the fear of being controlled, the fear of chaos, or even the fear of the unfamiliar. For example, nearly all of us have experienced the emotion of rage, which is like being swept into a mushroom cloud explosion. Think of the kind of day when nothing seems to go your way, or even just the last time your TV remote stopped working and no matter what buttons you pushed, you couldn’t get it to do what you wanted. The urge to throw the remote against the wall can feel like angry rage, but as we bring awareness to this experience, we can discover that the feeling of rage is often just an outer explosion covering over the quieter inner implosion of feeling powerless. Rage may give us a feeling of power and control, but how often is it an evasion of the sense of powerlessness that feels so much worse?
We all dread the helplessness of losing control, and yet real freedom lies in recognizing the futility of demanding that life be within our control. Instead, we must learn the willingness to feel—to say yes to—the experience of helplessness itself. This is one of the hidden gifts of serious illness or loss. It pushes us right to our edge, where we may have the good fortune to realize that our only real option is to surrender to our experience and let it just be.
During a three-year period in the early 1990s when I was seriously ill with no indication that I would ever get better, I watched my life as I had known it begin to fall apart. I not only lost my ability to work and engage in physical activities, I also experienced a dismantling of my basic identities. At first, it was disorienting and frightening not to have the props of seeing myself as a Zen practitioner, a carpenter and contractor (my livelihood), a husband and a father. But as I stayed with the fears, and particularly as I was able to bring the quality of lovingkindness to the experience, there came a dramatic shift.As the illusory self-images were stripped away, I experienced the freedom of not needing to be anyone at all. By truly surrendering to the experience of helplessness, by letting everything I clung to just fall apart, I found that what remained was more than enough. As we learn to breathe fear into the center of the chest, the heart feels more and more spacious. I’m not talking about the heart as a muscle in our chest, but rather the heart that is our true nature. This heart is more spacious than the mind can ever imagine.
The second basic fear is that of aloneness and disconnection, which we also can feel as the fear of abandonment, loss, or death. Our fundamental aloneness, which is a basic human experience, ultimately must be faced directly, or it will continue to dictate how we feel and live.
It’s interesting that one of life’s most vital lessons is something we are never taught in school: how to be at home with ourselves. When I first began going to meditation retreats, where there was no talking or social contact for days on end, I would sit facing the wall hour after hour, and invariably an anxious quiver rose up inside me. Sometimes it was so strong that I literally wanted to jump out of my skin. But just sitting there, doing nothing, brought me face to face with myself, with my fear of aloneness.
Most people will almost instinctively try to avoid this fear. Many enter into relationships or engage in affairs. In fact, the extent to which people have affairs is often proportional to the urgency of needing to avoid feeling alone. However, the only way to transcend loneliness is to stop avoiding it, to be willing to face it—by truly residing in it. Further, if we wish to develop genuine intimacy in our relationships with others, it is crucial that we first face our own neediness and fear of aloneness. How can we expect to truly love or be intimate with another if we’re still relating to them from our fear-based needs?
Naturally, we still want and expect other people to take away these fears; we think that if we’re with someone who will pay attention to us, our loneliness will disappear. But if this particular deep-seated fear is part of our makeup, the mere act of our partner being engrossed in a book when we’re expecting attention will be enough to make us feel abandoned. We may try to deal with this by demanding or attempting to attract his or her attention, but even if that demand is met, our fear is unlikely to be assuaged for long.
Furthermore, getting the attention we desire does not necessarily mean we will experience intimacy. True intimacy comes instead when we’re willing to acknowledge the uncomfortable feelings of anxiety and fear that are part of our own conditioning; it comes when we can say yes to them, which means we’re willing to finally feel them. It may be uncomfortable to feel the fear of loneliness, but breathing that aching fear into the center of the chest and surrendering to it allows us to take responsibility for our own feelings. We no longer ask that others protect us from feeling these fears we had previously turned away from. We can discover that the more we face our own fear of aloneness, the more we experience true connection, and the more we can open to love.
The basic fear of aloneness may also include a related anxiety that is not usually recognized: the fear of disconnection— from others as well as from our own heart. This fear penetrates more deeply than loneliness and often manifests as a knotted quiver in the chest or abdomen. Remember, at bottom, the heart that seeks to awaken, to live genuinely, is more real than anything. It is the nameless drive that calls us to be who we most truly are. When we are not in touch with this, we may feel the existential anxiety of disconnection.
In a way, much of spiritual practice is geared toward helping us address our feeling of basic separation. How does this occur? First, we acknowledge our fear and see it clearly for what it is. We need to remember that the fear is, in fact, our path itself, our direct route to experiencing the lovingkindness at our core.
Then we must face the fear directly, saying yes to it. Essentially, this means we are willing to experience it—to sit with anxiety in the center of the chest and truly feel— rather than run away from it. When fear arises, in order to replace our usual dread with a genuine curiosity, we might ask, “Here it is again, how will it be this time?” As we breathe the sensations of anxiety into the heart, our familiar thought-based stories begin to dissolve. As we get out of our heads, we can experience the spaciousness of the nonconceptual: the healing power of the heart. No longer caught in fear or our sense of separateness, we are free to experience connectedness, which is our basic birthright and comes forth naturally on its own.
The third basic fear is that of unworthiness. This fear takes many forms, such as the fear that I don’t count, the fear of general inadequacy, of being unworthy of love, of being nothing or stupid, and so on. The basic fear that we’ll never measure up dictates much of our behavior; for example, for some, it impels us to continuously and forcefully prove ourselves, while for others, it might prompt us to cease trying. In either case, isn’t our motivation the same: to avoid facing the basic fear of unworthiness? We may fear the feeling of unworthiness more than anything.
In fact, we are often merciless in these self-judgments of unworthiness—not just when we’re upset at ourselves, but as an ongoing frame of mind. Even if they’re not glaringly obvious, our self-judgments are always lurking under the surface, waiting to arise. For example, those who have stage fright, including the anxiety of public speaking, may feel the constant underground dread of having to deal with it. There’s a joke that people can fear public speaking so intensely that at a funeral they would rather be in the casket than give the eulogy. I can attest to the lurking dread of stage fright, as I had to face this particular fear for years. And yet ultimately giving public talks has been a very fruitful path.
Fear of public speaking triggers the dread and shame of public failure and humiliation. But what is really being threatened? Isn’t it just our self-image of appearing strong, calm, insightful, or whatever our own particular narrow view is of who we’re supposed to be? We certainly fear appearing weak or not on top of it. Why? Because that would confirm our own negative beliefs of unworthiness. Even though there is no real danger, isn’t it true that the fear of failing often feels fatal? Yet ironically, our very attempt to fight the fear is most often what increases it and may even result in panic.
There is a better alternative: We must learn to let it in willingly, to breathe the sensations of fear directly into the center of the chest. In other words, to say yes to the fear.
At one point in my life, when I was struggling with my fear of giving public talks, I joined Toastmasters, a group designed to help develop skills in public speaking. But I didn’t join to learn to give better talks, or even with the goal of overcoming my fear. I joined so that I could have a laboratory, a place to invite the fear in and go to its roots. In a way, I actually began to look forward to the fear arising so I could breathe it right into the heart, entering into it fully. Paradoxically, the willingness to be with the fear completely is what changes the experience of fear altogether. It’s not that fear will no longer arise; it’s that we no longer fear it.
Eventually, we all need to be willing to face the deepest, darkest beliefs we have about ourselves. Only in this way can we come to know that they are only beliefs, and not the truth about who we are. By entering into this process willingly, by seeing through the fiction of who we believe ourselves to be, we can connect with our true nature. As Nietzsche put it, “One must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star.” Love is the dancing star, the fruit of saying yes, of consciously and willingly facing our fears.
When we can feel fear within the spaciousness of the breath and heart, we may even come to see it more as an adventure than a nightmare. To see it as an adventure means being willing to take the ride with curiosity, even with its inevitable ups and downs. Over the years, because I had to speak in public quite frequently, this situation provided an opportunity to tap into what was really important to me—to remember that my aspiration is to learn to live from the awakened heart. Whenever I remembered this right before giving a talk, it was no longer an issue of whether or not I felt the discomfort of fear. This allowed me to say yes to it and to willingly breathe the fear right in. In other words, when we connect with a larger sense of what life is, negative beliefs such as “I’ll never measure up” may still come up, but they no longer dictate who we are. Instead, we begin to use the fear as our actual path to learning to live from lovingkindness.
Remember, it’s a given that we don’t want to feel the fear of unworthiness, but at some point we have to understand that it’s more painful to try to suppress our fears and self-judgments, thus solidifying them, than it is to actually feel them. This is part of what it means to bring lovingkindness to our practice, because we are no longer viewing our fear as proof that we’re defective. Without cultivating love for ourselves, regardless of how much discipline we have, regardless of how serious we are about practice, we will still stay stuck in the subtle mercilessness of the mind, listening to the voice that tells us we are basically and fundamentally unworthy. We should never underestimate the need for lovingkindness on the long and sometimes daunting path of learning to awaken.
Please note that these three basic fears—insecurity and helplessness, aloneness and disconnection, and unworthiness— are not just mental. Scientists tell us that fear is written into the cellular memory of the body, particularly into a small part of the brain called the amygdala. That is why simply knowing about our fears intellectually will not free us from their domination. Every time they are triggered, we slide into an established groove in the brain. So until we can see our fears clearly, we will not be able to practice with them directly.
When I was a child, my father told me repeatedly, “The only thing to fear is fear itself.” Although his intentions were good, what I actually heard was that I should be afraid of fear! Fear thus became the enemy. We have to remember that fear is neither an enemy nor an obstacle; it is not a real monster. When we feel fear, we need to remind ourselves that it is our path; and when we truly understand this, we can welcome it into the spaciousness of the heart.
Interestingly, it is this nonconceptual experiencing of our fears that allows the grooves in the brain, which are preprogrammed to react to fear, to slowly be filled in. How this works is a mystery; it is no mystery, however, that unless we can clearly see our individual fears for what they are, it is unlikely we will overcome our habitual and instinctive aversions to them. The bright side of this is that once we are able to face our fears, once we willingly let them in, they become a portal to reality.
Ezra Bayda lives and teaches at Zen Center San Diego. He is the author of four books, including Being Zen: Bringing Meditation to Life. This article has been adapted from his latest work, Zen Heart: Simple Advice for Living with Mindfulness and Compassion.
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by Ezra Bayda
When things upset us, we often think that something is wrong. Perhaps the one time this is truest is when we experience fear. In fact, as human beings, we expend a huge portion of our energy dealing with anxiety and fear. This has certainly been apparent in the present economic upheavals and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. We live with an everyday reality that is tinged with personal and cultural anxiety. Our fears are not just the product of global events, however—they go to our very core. On a day-to-day level, fear often motivates how we act and react, and sometimes even how we dress or stand or talk. But fear makes our life narrow and dark. It is at the root of all conflict, underlying much of our sorrow. Fear also blocks intimacy and love and, more than anything, disconnects us from the lovingkindness that is our true nature.
Even considering how prevalent fear is in our lives, it nonetheless remains one of the murkiest areas to deal with, in daily life as well as in practice. This may sound bleak, but what is really the worst thing about fear? Though it is hard to admit, especially if we see ourselves as deeply spiritual, the main reason we have an aversion to fear is that it is physically and emotionally uncomfortable. Woody Allen put this quite well when he said, “I don’t like to be afraid—it scares me.” We simply don’t want to feel this discomfort and will do almost anything to avoid it. But whenever we give in to fear, we make it more solid, and our life becomes smaller, more limited, more contracted. In a way, every time we give in to fear, we cease to truly live.
We’re often not aware of the extent to which fear plays a part in our lives, which means that the first stage of practicing with fear requires acknowledging its presence. This can prove to be difficult, because many fears may not be readily apparent, such as the fear driving our ambition, the fear underlying our depression, or, perhaps most of all, the fear beneath our anger. But the fact is, once we look beyond our surface emotional reaction, we will see that almost every negative emotion, every drama, comes down to one or more of the three most basic fears: the fear of losing safety and control, the fear of aloneness and disconnection, and the fear of unworthiness.
Munch, from the series "Fear," Trenton Doyle Hancock, 2008, mixed media on paper, 22.25 x 22.5 inches. © Trenton Doyle Hancock, courtesy of the James Cohan Gallery, New York City
The first most basic fear is that of losing safety. Because safety is fundamental to our survival, this fear will instinctually be triggered at the first sign of danger or insecurity; the old brain, or limbic system, is inherently wired that way. This particular fear will also be triggered when we experience pain or discomfort. But in most cases, there is no real danger to us; in fact, our fears are largely imaginary— that the plane will crash, that we will be criticized, that we’re doing it wrong. Yet until we see this dimension of fear with clarity, we will continue to live with a sense of constriction that can seem daunting.
A central component of spiritual life is recognizing that practice is not about ensuring that we feel secure or comfortable. It’s not that we won’t feel these things when we practice; rather, it’s that we are also bound to some times feel very uncomfortable and insecure, particularly when exploring and working with our darker emotions and unhealed pain. Still, there is also a deep security developed over the course of a practice life that isn’t likely to resemble the immediate comfort we usually crave. This fundamental security develops instead out of the willingness to stay with and truly experience our fears. Isn’t it ironic that the path to real security comes from residing in the fear of insecurity itself?
Insecurity can also manifest as the fear of helplessness, often surfacing as the fear of losing control, the fear of being controlled, the fear of chaos, or even the fear of the unfamiliar. For example, nearly all of us have experienced the emotion of rage, which is like being swept into a mushroom cloud explosion. Think of the kind of day when nothing seems to go your way, or even just the last time your TV remote stopped working and no matter what buttons you pushed, you couldn’t get it to do what you wanted. The urge to throw the remote against the wall can feel like angry rage, but as we bring awareness to this experience, we can discover that the feeling of rage is often just an outer explosion covering over the quieter inner implosion of feeling powerless. Rage may give us a feeling of power and control, but how often is it an evasion of the sense of powerlessness that feels so much worse?
We all dread the helplessness of losing control, and yet real freedom lies in recognizing the futility of demanding that life be within our control. Instead, we must learn the willingness to feel—to say yes to—the experience of helplessness itself. This is one of the hidden gifts of serious illness or loss. It pushes us right to our edge, where we may have the good fortune to realize that our only real option is to surrender to our experience and let it just be.
During a three-year period in the early 1990s when I was seriously ill with no indication that I would ever get better, I watched my life as I had known it begin to fall apart. I not only lost my ability to work and engage in physical activities, I also experienced a dismantling of my basic identities. At first, it was disorienting and frightening not to have the props of seeing myself as a Zen practitioner, a carpenter and contractor (my livelihood), a husband and a father. But as I stayed with the fears, and particularly as I was able to bring the quality of lovingkindness to the experience, there came a dramatic shift.As the illusory self-images were stripped away, I experienced the freedom of not needing to be anyone at all. By truly surrendering to the experience of helplessness, by letting everything I clung to just fall apart, I found that what remained was more than enough. As we learn to breathe fear into the center of the chest, the heart feels more and more spacious. I’m not talking about the heart as a muscle in our chest, but rather the heart that is our true nature. This heart is more spacious than the mind can ever imagine.
The second basic fear is that of aloneness and disconnection, which we also can feel as the fear of abandonment, loss, or death. Our fundamental aloneness, which is a basic human experience, ultimately must be faced directly, or it will continue to dictate how we feel and live.
It’s interesting that one of life’s most vital lessons is something we are never taught in school: how to be at home with ourselves. When I first began going to meditation retreats, where there was no talking or social contact for days on end, I would sit facing the wall hour after hour, and invariably an anxious quiver rose up inside me. Sometimes it was so strong that I literally wanted to jump out of my skin. But just sitting there, doing nothing, brought me face to face with myself, with my fear of aloneness.
Most people will almost instinctively try to avoid this fear. Many enter into relationships or engage in affairs. In fact, the extent to which people have affairs is often proportional to the urgency of needing to avoid feeling alone. However, the only way to transcend loneliness is to stop avoiding it, to be willing to face it—by truly residing in it. Further, if we wish to develop genuine intimacy in our relationships with others, it is crucial that we first face our own neediness and fear of aloneness. How can we expect to truly love or be intimate with another if we’re still relating to them from our fear-based needs?
Naturally, we still want and expect other people to take away these fears; we think that if we’re with someone who will pay attention to us, our loneliness will disappear. But if this particular deep-seated fear is part of our makeup, the mere act of our partner being engrossed in a book when we’re expecting attention will be enough to make us feel abandoned. We may try to deal with this by demanding or attempting to attract his or her attention, but even if that demand is met, our fear is unlikely to be assuaged for long.
Furthermore, getting the attention we desire does not necessarily mean we will experience intimacy. True intimacy comes instead when we’re willing to acknowledge the uncomfortable feelings of anxiety and fear that are part of our own conditioning; it comes when we can say yes to them, which means we’re willing to finally feel them. It may be uncomfortable to feel the fear of loneliness, but breathing that aching fear into the center of the chest and surrendering to it allows us to take responsibility for our own feelings. We no longer ask that others protect us from feeling these fears we had previously turned away from. We can discover that the more we face our own fear of aloneness, the more we experience true connection, and the more we can open to love.
The basic fear of aloneness may also include a related anxiety that is not usually recognized: the fear of disconnection— from others as well as from our own heart. This fear penetrates more deeply than loneliness and often manifests as a knotted quiver in the chest or abdomen. Remember, at bottom, the heart that seeks to awaken, to live genuinely, is more real than anything. It is the nameless drive that calls us to be who we most truly are. When we are not in touch with this, we may feel the existential anxiety of disconnection.
In a way, much of spiritual practice is geared toward helping us address our feeling of basic separation. How does this occur? First, we acknowledge our fear and see it clearly for what it is. We need to remember that the fear is, in fact, our path itself, our direct route to experiencing the lovingkindness at our core.
Then we must face the fear directly, saying yes to it. Essentially, this means we are willing to experience it—to sit with anxiety in the center of the chest and truly feel— rather than run away from it. When fear arises, in order to replace our usual dread with a genuine curiosity, we might ask, “Here it is again, how will it be this time?” As we breathe the sensations of anxiety into the heart, our familiar thought-based stories begin to dissolve. As we get out of our heads, we can experience the spaciousness of the nonconceptual: the healing power of the heart. No longer caught in fear or our sense of separateness, we are free to experience connectedness, which is our basic birthright and comes forth naturally on its own.
The third basic fear is that of unworthiness. This fear takes many forms, such as the fear that I don’t count, the fear of general inadequacy, of being unworthy of love, of being nothing or stupid, and so on. The basic fear that we’ll never measure up dictates much of our behavior; for example, for some, it impels us to continuously and forcefully prove ourselves, while for others, it might prompt us to cease trying. In either case, isn’t our motivation the same: to avoid facing the basic fear of unworthiness? We may fear the feeling of unworthiness more than anything.
In fact, we are often merciless in these self-judgments of unworthiness—not just when we’re upset at ourselves, but as an ongoing frame of mind. Even if they’re not glaringly obvious, our self-judgments are always lurking under the surface, waiting to arise. For example, those who have stage fright, including the anxiety of public speaking, may feel the constant underground dread of having to deal with it. There’s a joke that people can fear public speaking so intensely that at a funeral they would rather be in the casket than give the eulogy. I can attest to the lurking dread of stage fright, as I had to face this particular fear for years. And yet ultimately giving public talks has been a very fruitful path.
Fear of public speaking triggers the dread and shame of public failure and humiliation. But what is really being threatened? Isn’t it just our self-image of appearing strong, calm, insightful, or whatever our own particular narrow view is of who we’re supposed to be? We certainly fear appearing weak or not on top of it. Why? Because that would confirm our own negative beliefs of unworthiness. Even though there is no real danger, isn’t it true that the fear of failing often feels fatal? Yet ironically, our very attempt to fight the fear is most often what increases it and may even result in panic.
There is a better alternative: We must learn to let it in willingly, to breathe the sensations of fear directly into the center of the chest. In other words, to say yes to the fear.
At one point in my life, when I was struggling with my fear of giving public talks, I joined Toastmasters, a group designed to help develop skills in public speaking. But I didn’t join to learn to give better talks, or even with the goal of overcoming my fear. I joined so that I could have a laboratory, a place to invite the fear in and go to its roots. In a way, I actually began to look forward to the fear arising so I could breathe it right into the heart, entering into it fully. Paradoxically, the willingness to be with the fear completely is what changes the experience of fear altogether. It’s not that fear will no longer arise; it’s that we no longer fear it.
Eventually, we all need to be willing to face the deepest, darkest beliefs we have about ourselves. Only in this way can we come to know that they are only beliefs, and not the truth about who we are. By entering into this process willingly, by seeing through the fiction of who we believe ourselves to be, we can connect with our true nature. As Nietzsche put it, “One must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star.” Love is the dancing star, the fruit of saying yes, of consciously and willingly facing our fears.
When we can feel fear within the spaciousness of the breath and heart, we may even come to see it more as an adventure than a nightmare. To see it as an adventure means being willing to take the ride with curiosity, even with its inevitable ups and downs. Over the years, because I had to speak in public quite frequently, this situation provided an opportunity to tap into what was really important to me—to remember that my aspiration is to learn to live from the awakened heart. Whenever I remembered this right before giving a talk, it was no longer an issue of whether or not I felt the discomfort of fear. This allowed me to say yes to it and to willingly breathe the fear right in. In other words, when we connect with a larger sense of what life is, negative beliefs such as “I’ll never measure up” may still come up, but they no longer dictate who we are. Instead, we begin to use the fear as our actual path to learning to live from lovingkindness.
Remember, it’s a given that we don’t want to feel the fear of unworthiness, but at some point we have to understand that it’s more painful to try to suppress our fears and self-judgments, thus solidifying them, than it is to actually feel them. This is part of what it means to bring lovingkindness to our practice, because we are no longer viewing our fear as proof that we’re defective. Without cultivating love for ourselves, regardless of how much discipline we have, regardless of how serious we are about practice, we will still stay stuck in the subtle mercilessness of the mind, listening to the voice that tells us we are basically and fundamentally unworthy. We should never underestimate the need for lovingkindness on the long and sometimes daunting path of learning to awaken.
Please note that these three basic fears—insecurity and helplessness, aloneness and disconnection, and unworthiness— are not just mental. Scientists tell us that fear is written into the cellular memory of the body, particularly into a small part of the brain called the amygdala. That is why simply knowing about our fears intellectually will not free us from their domination. Every time they are triggered, we slide into an established groove in the brain. So until we can see our fears clearly, we will not be able to practice with them directly.
When I was a child, my father told me repeatedly, “The only thing to fear is fear itself.” Although his intentions were good, what I actually heard was that I should be afraid of fear! Fear thus became the enemy. We have to remember that fear is neither an enemy nor an obstacle; it is not a real monster. When we feel fear, we need to remind ourselves that it is our path; and when we truly understand this, we can welcome it into the spaciousness of the heart.
Interestingly, it is this nonconceptual experiencing of our fears that allows the grooves in the brain, which are preprogrammed to react to fear, to slowly be filled in. How this works is a mystery; it is no mystery, however, that unless we can clearly see our individual fears for what they are, it is unlikely we will overcome our habitual and instinctive aversions to them. The bright side of this is that once we are able to face our fears, once we willingly let them in, they become a portal to reality.
Ezra Bayda lives and teaches at Zen Center San Diego. He is the author of four books, including Being Zen: Bringing Meditation to Life. This article has been adapted from his latest work, Zen Heart: Simple Advice for Living with Mindfulness and Compassion.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The Triple Threat

I was taking overnight call at the State Hospital when the phone woke me out of a shallow sleep. Rather than the usual, it was the County Police asking if they could pick me up to go see a patient.
Immediately I went into Good Resident's, extra work blocking mode, "Whoa, Guys, I would love to help but I can't leave the hospital grounds. I am the only doc in the whole hospital.
"Sir, we understand that, but we have one of your patients just off grounds and you need to come talk her down or we are going to have a big problem.
To me it seemed like we must already have a big problem, but the car came and I got in with two exasperated deputies. "We got one of your ladies," he said sarcastically,"down by the tracks".
As there was a rail line that bordered the property, this was certainly possible..still, I started cursing under my breath, as I was sure it wasn't that simple.
" So what's she doing down there, to drag you guys out so late?"
"You will get to see it soon enough, I think" laughed Smart ass Cop #2.
We drove over the hill and down the dirt road toward the Tracks, and there she was.
Brenda S, Forty-ish, Flirty and a Fatty. They neglected to mention that she was not just "on the tracks" but was actually on the train trestle, almost exactly in the middle. The Deputies and Hospital Security were on either side but nobody looked to be in the rocky creek below.
Brenda.."Oh Shit!", she was well known for quasi suicidal stunts and had her only real Psychiatric Diagnosis as Borderline Personality, with histrionic traits. She was likely loving this , Oh Man,what a stage for her to display her talents.
She saw me walk up, yelled sweetly, "I knew you would come for me, Lover" and then proceeded to totter purposely on the bridge. "Check out what else she has" whispered Smart Ass #1.
"Lord, what did I do wrong". Not only was she threatening to jump, but she had a razor blade in one hand and pills in the other. So ....she could jump, OD, and slice her wrist all at the same time. A surreal feeling overcome me, and I almost laughed out loud. This would not have been good. The Triple Threat!
"Brenda, what are you doing up there" I asked innocently.
"You know what I'm doing , Sweetie" she retorted.
"Come on over and lets get you back before you freeze to death..or I do" I spoke with my best "Come hither" voice.
"I don't think so, Hon, if I am going to kill myself why would I worry about a little cold? Huh? You're Head shrinking again" she noted with fairly good humored laughter.
While we were talking one of the more experienced cops had run a rope underneath the bridge and was moving under it towards Brenda. So maybe now I would just have to keep her talking for a minute or two and then see if he could sneak up on her and snag her, or otherwise he'd probably scare her into accidentally falling off. I knew she didn't want to die, but she would play this for all it was worth. I knew her too well.
"Hey Brenda, how we gonna get married if you are jumping off bridges?" I called out. I swear to God a fat dimple showed and she made a tickled sound almost like a "Tee-Hee".
We chatted for a few more minutes and then the James Bond Cop, jumped up and grabbed her firmly and his fellows all rushed her.
She put up a little fuss, more when she knew she was safe off of the trestle. I think that with that many guys chasing and grabbing her was probably the most fun and male attention she had received in some time.
They had her cuffed, but she was smiling. I got in beside her in the sheriff's back seat.
"Hi , Doc Sweetie..what next"
"Lets go home Brenda, I'll buy you some Coffee"
Labels:
Borderline Personality disorder,
Psychiatry,
suicide
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Simplicity of Attachment

The Simplicity of Attachment
We don't have to let go, we simply have to not hold on.
–Joseph Goldstein, from “Empty Phenomena Rolling On
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Attachment,
mental health,
Zen
Friday, September 11, 2009
Seizure Patch

In thinking about the Powers of Suggestibility and how susceptible some are to it, I had a memory from the "Way Back".
When I was doing a Neurology Rotation at UVA, we would often get called down the the Emergency Room to evaluate a patient. Many times the ER Doc was looking for some advice as to whether a patient had just had a seizure or not. Often when Psychiatric issues were present or the Seizure was diagnosed as a Pseodoseizure and shipped home.
Pseudoseizures are a physical manifestation of an emotional disturbance. They resemble epileptic seizures, but, unlike the seizures caused by epilepsy, they are not caused by electrical disruptions in the brain. People experiencing pseudoseizures often experience loss of consciousness, grand mal-like twitching or jerking, and aggravated emotional states. These episodes may last for 20 minutes or more. Physicians believe that pseudoseizures are psychological defense mechanisms, and may be brought on by episodes of severe stress or emotional trauma. The seizures tend to occur when patients try to suppress the trauma, often taking the person suffering with them by surprise, as do epileptic seizures.The difference between epileptic seizures and pseudoseizures can be difficult to recognize, even for trained medical professionals. The physical appearances of epileptic seizures and pseudoseizures are virtually identical. Generally, a diagnosis of pseudoseizures is reached after a complete neurological work up is performed, thorough seizure history and description is obtained, and the results of an electroencephalogram (EEG) are analyzed to gauge differences in the brain's electrical activity from what would be expected of someone prone to epileptic seizures.One of the most common complications involved in the diagnosis and treatment of pseudoseizures is the misconception that people who suffer from the phenomena are hypochondriacs, hysterics, or "faking it." The name for the condition alone, "pseudoseizures," leads some people to think of the occurrences as medically suspect.Many patients who experience pseudoseizures are urged to seek counseling. This can be a good or bad therapeutic option, depending on the context. As pseudoseizures are a physical manifestation of intense emotional or psychological stress, or a physical response to a childhood trauma, counseling to work through the underlying cause of the pseudoseizures is certainly an important step toward resolving the concern.
Not to lose the point of this, There was this Smart -Ass, Neurology Resident, somewhat of a bright spot among the usual dull, neurology types. He is yelling "Dickerson, get your Ass over here. We got a Serious test to run."
As I went over to the veiled area, he finally shut up and there he was just watching a 26 year old woman, in hospital Garb. He winked at me and began a monologue about the fact that he was going to use a Prototype drug to induce a Seizure in the Patient, so we could reach a diagnosis.
I was thinking, "What the hell is he talking about" but the lady seemed to be into it so I just watched.
He had a a piece of Gauze, that was soaked in a brownish fluid and the gauze piece had tape on it. He spoke more to the woman in a lower tone about how he would attach the Medicine to her arm, it would be absorbed by the skin within 5 minutes and he Guaranteed it would cause this poor woman another seizure. To make me part of this, I got to tape the Gauze to the patients inside wrist.
At that, we sat back...and within 30 seconds the woman was in an apparent seizure except that it looked different than most Grand Mal seizures I had seen. She was thrusting her Pelvis, Arms were tighter and she was not incontinent. Also when he casually spoke to me , "The effects of the Seizure Patch" are almost gone. Give her 10 more seconds and check her vitals.
Sure as the world, within 10-15 seconds , the Patient woke, not in a confused , Post-ictal state like most who had seizures, but awake and oriented.
He took off the patch, told the woman he had found a cure, and promptly strode out through the curtains.
"Dickerson, you need this more than I do.....and he through me gauze patches, tape and a bottle of Betadine.......The Betadine Seizure Patch!
Labels:
Pseudoseizures,
Psychiatry,
Residency,
Suggestion
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Back in Yonder's World

Standing like old Sentinels of some long and bygone war,
A Gateway of Cedar Trees from home leads afar,
They say the clock runs backward, Time's Banners they stand furled,
and Yesterday's Tomorrow back in Yonder's World
As I awoke one morning, in the ditch beside the way,
Drownded in Demonic Dreams and the Wine of Yesterday,
Thinking of my Wasted Life, did my Spirit go,
When a team of Horses I did spy, coming over the road
Where are you travelling Sir, I did inquire,
Where is your Wagon bound and are you for hire,
Your clothes are all ragged, you shoes they are worn,
Why do you gaze at me with Amusement and Scorn
I traveled through the swamps, my boy, and the Mountains, Rusty Red,
Up and across the Great High Plains my Journey it has led,
Turn yourself around my Boy, in the strength of your Youth
Set not upon the road that lies the Pathway of Truth
We met upon this rutted road in the Gray light of Day,
I'm travelling up and across the fields, you're going the wrong way
And Speaking to his horses and lifting of the reins,
He drove between the Twisted Trees, the jingling of a chain
To the summit of that grassy Hill, so swiftly did I go,
and gazed across the Ragged Brush to the road down below,
The Wagon and the Tired Old Man, nowhere could I see,
And I wondered if his Yonder's World was called ....Eternity
Standing like old Sentinels of some Long and Bygone War,
A Gateway of Cedar trees from home leads afar
They say the Clocks run Backwards, Time Banners stand furled
And Yesterday's Tomorrow, Back in Yonder's World
Yes , the Clocks they all run backwards
Time's Banners, they stand furled,
And a Man Might Live Forever,
Back in Yonder's World
Norman Blake
Labels:
Afterlife,
Back in Yonders World,
Norman Blake
Coloring for Aggression
I walked into Psychiatric Unit Public Roon where an ex-con, weight lifting, Paranoid Schizophrenic was coloring page after page of Easter drawings.
Mr. M.: "Motherfucker, if you are not here to discharge me, then get your Whitey Face from this Space and out of this Place."
Doc Wiley: "Oh, OK...... "
Mr. M.:
Doc Wiley: "Oh, OK...... "
Labels:
Psychiatry,
Schizophrenia,
Violence
Friday, September 4, 2009
Punching her ticket

Today I was asked by a Marine wife to do her a favor. Apparently, Tricare will allow the
active duty spouse of a Marine to recieve a one time elective surgery. In my experience this is always either Cosmetic Surgery or a Gastic Bypass. When asked, I laughed heartily and she did not. I then was fairly suprised, amused, incensed and then finally figured "What the Hell! "
My patient wanted a Boob Job, which is of course is a real shocker. She explained to me that to get these Big Fake Boobs, I needed to write a letter describing the damaging Psychological effects her small boobs had caused her. I felt like I was really getting into the Groove of this one so I wrote:
Dear Tricare,
I am writing to you in regards to the Trauma my Patient, Laura S. has suffered as a result of Congenital Breastapenia. She has since Puberty not developed her Mammary Glands in a Fashion that has allowed her to feel loved by her family, boyfriends and now her husband. Society itself frowns upon these measly mosquito bites she claims are A's.
A minus..I would say.
I myself found that I could not imagine such an afflicted woman growing up to be Married to an
American War Hero, who gets home from Iraq or Afghanistan to bury his Psychic Wounds in the Bosom of his wife, but instead raps his yearning buzz-cut head against the Hard, uncompromising "Flat as a Board" chest of his Harridan of a wife.
They both have discussed the increasing trips to the video store by her husband to watch "Exercises Videos" in his locked Man Cave. During their twice daily acts of intercourse, Laura has noticed how he closes his eves until he can view her firm rear or nether parts, which he say says are looking " Real Good."
My position on this Tricare, is when will this Warrior Couple have suffered enough? All Mrs. S wants is her allotted right for Tricare to give approval to have her Breasts enhanced to a normal size, which she has assured me are modest 36 Triple C's .
I would stake my professional opinion that allowing this woman to fill out a triple C cup would relieve the chronic depression, anxiety, and marital difficulties this poor Woman has suffered from far too long. it may even save the life of this woman and allow a baby to one day suckle at something more than an unhappy and sour teat.
I hope you would proceed with fulfilling her rights under Tricare and I would be happy to speak with you if there are any questions or concerns.
Best Regards,
J. Wiley Dickerson, III M.D.
Medical Director
B Memorial Hospital.
Labels:
breasts,
Cosmetic Surgery,
Marines,
Psychiatry,
Tricare
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